Author's note: I know it's been a while on this story since I updated. Sorry. I just couldn't think of anything to write. Hopefully, though, I'm back on it.
I tried to decide whether to laugh or sigh at the shrieks of laughter and sounds of a scuffle coming from my son's bedroom. I'll put him to bed. Ridiculous.
A knock sounded at the door, and I went to answer it. Inspector Gregson was there, with a look on his face that I had come to recognize as apologetic and meant that he would soon be taking my husband away from me. I smiled anyway, and greeted the Inspector.
"Good evening, Inspector Gregson." I said politely. "I suppose you want to speak with Giles." He nodded, and I stepped back from the door. "Come on in. He's upstairs, allegedly putting Jackie to bed."
There was a loud thump from the bedroom at about that time, and a shriek from my son. The sound was also accompanied by a shout from Giles.
"Help! Lizzie, your son is trying to kill me!" I bit back a laugh as Mr. Gregson looked both horrified and shocked at the outburst.
"He's your son too!" I reminded him. "You said it wouldn't be any trouble to put him to bed!" I grinned at Mr. Gregson to let him know everything was all right, and realized that the more relaxed side of my husband, the side that enjoyed roughhousing with his son, was apparently not something they were aware of down at the Yard.
"He says he isn't tired!" Giles shouted back. "He says he slept all day!"
I laughed. "He's gotten over that cold, then, if he feels like being up." I said to Mr. Gregson, who still looked as if he had walked in on my husband in the middle of something far more private than not putting his son to bed.
The other Inspector cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Lestrade, but I'm afraid this is rather important."
"Of course." I assured him, and turned my attention back to the noise upstairs. "Giles, you have a visitor!" I called.
My husband appeared on the steps, his son thrown over his shoulder. "I told him he can stay up, but not to expect to be allowed to sleep all day." He informed me as they made their way downstairs.
"And I'll have to deal with him tomorrow, no doubt." I teased. Giles smiled and set the boy down. Jackie took off into the living room as soon as his feet were on the ground.
"What can I do for you, Inspector?" My husband had noticed Gregson, who was still open mouthed, gaping like a fish at the scene he had just witnessed. Giles was all business as Gregson tried to pull himself together; the loving husband and father was gone and all that remained was the Yarder.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.