I heard the knock on the door, but there was really little I could do about it while up to my elbows in flour. I left it for my husband to deal with.
I frowned as whoever was at the door knocked again. Apparently Giles was not going to answer the door. I sighed as I wiped my hands on my apron and forgot not to brush a strand of loose hair back and went to see who was at our door.
Inspector Gregson tried to hide his impatience as I opened the door for him. "My apologies," I told him, "I was in the kitchen. How may I help you, Mr. Gregson?"
"I was wondering if I might speak with your husband, Mrs. Lestrade." Mr. Gregson replied. He had apparently gotten over the initial discomfort he had originally felt at bringing the job into our home. I wondered if this were a good thing.
"Certainly." I moved back to let him inside, "Giles is in the sitting room." I said. I led the way, and fought back another sigh as I discovered the reason my husband had not answered the door.
Giles was asleep in the armchair, his daughter in his arms. I smiled at the sight, though somewhat sadly. That my husband had fallen asleep was an indication of how worn out he was.
In his arms Allie stirred, and Giles' eyes flew open. She was fine, however, and still asleep, so he relaxed.
He looked up and saw me and offered a smile, trying once again to hide the worry that continually plagued him. I forced myself to smile back at my husband and our daughter.
He saw Mr. Gregson then and seemed to straighten up, somehow without waking Allie. He nodded to the other Inspector, who took the action as an invitation and found a seat on the couch, where he began to explain to my husband the reason for his visit.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." I said it quietly, but Giles still heard me and nodded ever so slightly.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.
