"You didn't come just to visit, Gregson." My husband declared as I showed the other Inspector into the room. Inspector Gregson responded by delivering a glare at my husband.
"Maybe I wanted to see how you were doing." He retorted.
"You don't like me that much." Giles retorted, waving the man to take a seat beside him on the couch.
"True enough." Gregson conceded as he sat down. "Maybe I got tired of people waiting for me to crack if they said the wrong thing or standing there waiting for me to collapse on them." He admitted.
"So you came looking for me?" My husband snorted.
"Well I know you don't care; I don't have to worry about getting any pity from you." Gregson shot back. These two definitely didn't care for each other, then. Inspector Gregson could just watch himself, or he'd be shown out quickly enough.
But my husband laughed, and asked if I would mind getting us some tea; he still wasn't up and about much yet. I was relieved that for once my husband seemed to be listening to the doctor as far as letting himself recover.
I nodded, and as I headed for the kitchen I could hear Giles ask Inspector Gregson, "So you're back at work?"
"Officially." I could still hear them in the kitchen. "But everyone wants to treat me like an invalid, and coddle me about, after what happened. How long do you think you'll be out?"
My husband didn't answer right away. "They're still waiting to see if I'll be able to walk well enough; they don't need a cripple down at the Yard."
"You were injured in the line of duty." Gregson's voice lowered.
"That has nothing to do with it, and you know it. I'm not going to go hobbling around like some useless-"
"You think it'll come to that?"
"I don't know; it's not healing straight. How badly it effects how I walk is yet to be seen."
The two had fallen into silence by the time I returned with the tea. Gregson thanked me for the cup, but apparently he and my husband were done talking. They drank their tea in silence.
Gregson stood when they were finished, and said he had to be getting home. Giles nodded, and said goodbye, and I led the other Inspector out. In the doorway he paused, and turned back to my husband, a smirk on his lips.
"I'll tell the boys you're getting lonely, shall I? Send a couple over to visit?"
"Don't you dare." My husband growled in response. Gregson laughed and continued on his way. I shook my head; the relationship these two seemed to have developed was an odd one.
They didn't care for each other, and even seemed to get on each other's nerves, but for all that, Gregson's visit had been a comfort to my husband this evening, and I had a feeling that Gregson had gotten something out of the visit as well.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.
