"You're beautiful, you know that don't you........." Greg asked, as (Y/n) rolled over; the sheet slipping from her naked body.

"Come over here and say that to my face, copper........" (Y/n) chuckled, as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. Greg shaking his head, as he continued to get dressed.

"I come back over there, and I'll be late for work......"

"And you have a problem with that......? Come on, just come a little closer; I promise I'll make it worth being late........"

Greg knew that she was right; she would make it so worth being late. The detective inspector much preferring the idea of staying in bed all day with her. Preferring the notion of being wrapped up in her arms, of her laying on his chest after they had made love; and if it had been another day, he would have done. He would have taken off his clothes and climbed back into the bed; but unfortunately, he was due to be at the Old Bailey for the last day of a trial. The inspector wanting to make sure that the case that he had been working on for so long, would see the bad guy locked up for many years to come. That, and Sherlock and John would also be there; Greg already knowing that the consulting detective knew something was going on with him. Though given how his outlook on life had change since his relationship with (Y/n) had begun, he had to think that it was obvious to everyone that he was now happier than he had been in a very long time.

"You know I would love to, but.........."

"Yes, I know......there are bad guys that need locking up, and a Holmes that likes sticking his nose in your business........" (Y/n) sighed, pulling the sheet back up over her, and falling onto her back.

"I'll make it up to you, promise.........." Greg said, as he made his way over to the bed and knelt on the mattress; bending over so that he could kiss her. The detective moaning, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"You better......now, get going before I change my mind and tie you down to the bed, so that you can't escape......." (Y/n) chuckled, as she reluctantly let Greg go.

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The Old Bailey......Greg had been there on a number of occasions, yet each time he was impressed. The Grand Hall, quite the sight to see, with all the robed and wigged, learned counsels, making their way to and from the courts.

The last day of the trial had seen the summing up of both the Crown Prosecuting Service and the defense. The judge sending out the jury to deliberate, so all Greg could do now, was wait.

"She's good........." John suddenly said, as he turned to look at the detective. Sherlock thankfully having wandered off somewhere. Greg sure that he knew what he had been up to, and whom he had been with, the night before; though strangely for Sherlock, he hadn't blurted it out for all to hear.

"What........?"

"The prosecutor. She's very good......."

"Oh, yes. She's one of the best. Excellent conviction rate........." Greg replied, as he leant forward on the bench, placing his elbows on his knees before letting out a sigh.

He knew that it was silly to wait, juries didn't rush their deliberations; but Greg had to admit that he wanted to see this done, to see it finished. This day feeling like it had been a long time coming and given the case that the CPS had put forward, he hoped that the judgement would come, sooner, rather than later.

"Ahem.........." The attention grabbing cough causing both Greg and John to look up. Greg's eyes widening, as saw Sherlock with (Y/n) by his side, a slight smirk pulling at the younger Holmes' lips, as he saw the reaction of the detective; a reaction that confirmed Sherlock's supposition.

"Grant, John, I would like you to meet Miss (Y/l/n)........." Sherlock said, as he introduced the prosecting counsel. John getting to his feet and shaking her hand.

"But you of course know that......don't you..........?" Sherlock continued, as he looked at Greg. The detective choosing to ignore him, as he shook (Y/n)'s hand.

"Doctor Watson. Detective Inspector......it is nice to see you again." (Y/n) replied, as she took Greg's hand. Greg doing his best not to smile at her, but nod respectfully instead.

"How long do you think it might be before the jury returns......?" John asked, as he looked between Greg, Sherlock and the woman. It obvious that something was going on, and he was missing out on it.

"Hard to say, doctor. But it was a very strong case that I was able to present. Given the work Greg and his team, as well as you and Mister Holmes put into it, I don't think it will take too much deliberation. Though I have been proved wrong once before..........." (Y/n) chuckled. She and the three men turning, as a clerk of the court suddenly called out that the jury had returned.

"Well, looks like I've still only been wrong, once. Time to see if all the hard work was worth it. Doctor Watson, Mister Holmes, if you will excuse me.......and Greg........" (Y/n) leaning in and placing a quick kiss to his lips.

"I haven't forgotten that you promised to make things up to me, this morning. So, we will start with dinner at eight. And if this guy gets at least twenty years, I believe that you owe me a bottle of champagne too........" She continued, giving all the men a smile, before making her way back to the court. Greg shaking his head at what she had done; though sure that it was a better way to let others know that they were involved, rather than having Sherlock making his personal life, public, for his own amusement.

"You and her..............?" John began, as he looked at the detective. Greg just smiling and shrugging before heading for the public gallery.

"Obviously........" Sherlock told the doctor, before turning and following after Greg, leaving John with more than a few questions; one of which was what Greg had to make up for. But he had to suppose that it was best not to ask.