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You re-read Sherlock’s text one more time. You weren’t sure why. It was still the same short message. An address, following by “Be Quick. - S.” You glanced over at Greg as he drove through the streets of London. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he was deep in thought.
He was just as annoyed as you were by Sherlock’s vague text. But part of you was worried. You knew Sherlock would go off on his own to try and solve the case. But anytime he had done this in the past, he almost always got himself into trouble.
As Greg pulled over into an empty space, you both quickly exited the car and made your way to the building. Your eyes ran over a chained up lot next to the building. As you got closer, you saw John coming from the opposite end of the street.
Approaching each other, he held out his hands. “I’m guessing you got the same text?”
You nodded as you looked up at the vacant building Sherlock had called you to. Just as you began to walk towards the doors, you heard a loud crash inside. Your pace became a run as you went inside, Greg and John right behind you. You heard a loud bang as something was thrown a few rooms away.
As you sped towards the door, you were startled when a large man bustled out of the room. He had blood on his lip, and he looked as though he was in a fight.
“Stop. Police!” Greg yelled.
The man quickly turned and began to run, just as Sherlock came tumbling from the same room. He looked just as ruffed up as he looked over at you.
“Well?” He said exasperated as he gestured after the man, before chasing him.
“Sherlock!”
All three of you yelled after him as you began to follow. As you rounded corner after corner, you felt exasperated, as you seemed to find yourself in a maze of hallways and doors.
You lost Sherlock along the way, and you, Greg and John had all gone down different halls, searching for either the man, or Sherlock. Running through the door at the end of a hall, you found yourself in the lot beside the building. You looked around, seeing a closed garage, and ahead of you, a chain link fence, with large packing crates piled near it. On the other side, you could see Greg’s car were it was parked nearby.
You let out an exasperated sigh as you reached for your phone. Flinching as a door nearby flew open, you turned, to see Greg and John run out. They were on the outside of the fence, and just as breathless as you. When you saw them, you lifted your arms up, gesturing that you found nothing.
Hearing another door behind you swing open, you turned swiftly. Only to see Sherlock run out. As his eyes landed on you, then Greg and John, he let out a huff of annoyance.
“How did he just disappear?” You asked. “And who was he Sherlock?” You asked even more perplexed.
Sherlock looked down a nearby alley way and shook his head. “The best suspect in your case.” He said simply as he began to do something on his phone.
You began to walk towards the fence, where John and Greg were. From behind you, you hear the rev-up of an engine, and by the time you turned around, the garage door at the end of the lot flew off as a large s.u.v came plowing towards you. Sherlock threw himself back, up against the building as the s.u.v flew past him.
You could see the man behind the wheel of the vehicle, staring directly at you. The lot was thin, and you had no where to go. As the s.u.v sped towards you, you heard Greg and John yell from behind you.
At the last second, you ran to the side, and climbing up onto some of the large packing crates, you hoped you would be out of range of the truck. But as you spun around, your eyes widened as you saw the vehicle purposefully swerve into the boxes, sending you tumbling down.
Your vision swirled as you felt your body collide with the windshield of the truck, you rolled along the roof, before falling hard on the ground. You rolled along the pavement for a moment, as your whole body ached. Looking up, you saw the vehicle round the corner as the man fled.
You groaned in pain, unsure of what happened as you tried to stand. Looked up as you felt someone grab you, you saw Greg’s concerned face in front of you, behind him John ran towards you.
“Stay down.” Greg said as you nodded, letting yourself fall back to the ground.
As John began to look you over, Sherlock came into view. He was breathless, you met his eyes and saw concern in them. You knew he wanted to chase after the man. But he came to check you first.
You nodded your head once, and he knew that was enough. He nodded in return before you saw him disappear. “Go with him John.” You said
John looked after Sherlock and down to you, “No, I need to-”
“Go. I’ll be okay.”
John looked and Greg, and Greg nodded, “The ambulance is coming. Go. Make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.”
John looked at you once more, before reluctantly running off after Sherlock.
Greg looked down at you, seeing that you were gripping your shoulder, as you closed your eyes tightly. He gently grabbed it, you hissed, and he frowned. “You may have dislocated it.”
“Certainly feels like it.”
Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his hand on your face. He was looking at your head, with a deep frown. “What?” You asked.
“You hit your head, maybe on the car, maybe on the ground. You might have a concussion too.”
“Great.” You mumbled out.
He moved his hands from your head to your face as he cupped it. You could see the concern heavy on his face as he gently rubbed his thumb across your face. Both to console you and himself.
The next few hours were a blur as you were taken from the lot, to the hospital, and then to various rooms to be checked over and bandaged.
Your shoulder was dislocated, and now in a sling. You had a head injury, and a light concussion. You had a few bruised ribs, and cuts along your body. But, with some haggling, you finally got them to let you go home.
As you began to walk towards the exit of the hospital, you saw Greg round the corner. As his eyes locked on you, you saw him frown. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home?” You said as you stopped in front of him.
“Home?” His voice was a little higher than before.
“I’m fine Greg. Nothing broken, a light concussion, but otherwise I’m fine.”
He stared into your eyes for a moment before he let out a deep breath through his nose. “Fine, but you’re not going to be alone. Light concussion or not, you shouldn’t sleep for a while.”
“I know, I got the full run down from the doctor already.”
“I’m going with you.” He said as he began to walk alongside you out of the hospital.
“But what about the case?”
“Finished.” You looked over at him in surprise and he nodded. “Sherlock managed to track the guy down. Officers picked him up, he confessed after we offered him a deal.”
“Wow. I missed a lot.”
Greg could sense the slight disappointment in your voice and smiled a little. “Don’t worry, I’m sure by tomorrow, we’ll have a desk-load of cases.” You smiled lightly as you let him lead you to his car.
- - -
“I can get water myself Greg, it’s not my legs that are hurt.” You said exasperated a you plopped back down on your couch as Greg went to the fridge.
“You should rest, everything, hurt or not.” He said in a scolding tone as he came back, handing you a water.
You glared at him, almost playfully. He sat down beside you as his eyes ran over the bandage along your shoulder. He frowned a bit as he reached over, shoving his finger under the edge of the bandage. “Are you sure this isn’t too right? It seems tight.”
You opened your mouth to tell him to stop hovering, but stopped short. “Actually it is.” You admitted.
“Right.” He said as he turned his body towards you, “I’ll fix it.” He began to look for the edge of the bandage as you turned towards him.
“Greg you don’t really have too.”
“I want too.” He said softly as he met your eyes for a moment.
You smiled softly at him as you let him begin to unwrap the bandage. He paused for a moment as he looked at you, he glanced down as you realized that he couldn’t get it off without you taking your shirt off.
You smirked a bit as you took it off, revealing a lose fitting tank-top underneath. Greg finished taking the bandage off swiftly, before he began to look over the scraps along your shoulder. “I think I should put more of that antibiotic ointment on it.” You met his eyes with a look of uncertainty and he smirked a bit. “Maybe I want the excuse to take care of you more.” He said half-joking as he rose, heading to the bathroom to grab it. You smiled to yourself as you waited for him to return.
Once he did, he gently began to spared the ointment along the deeper cuts. Once he was done, he began to place the bandages back on, gently wrapping it around your shoulder and under your arm. He made sure not to make it as tight as it had been, before he finally pinned it.
“All done.” He said with a soft smile.
“Thank you Doctor.” You said with a light teasing tone.
“You’d be lucky if I was your Doctor.” He joked as he looked over at your other arm. Seeing that the bandage went further across your back he motioned his head. “What about that one?”
You glanced at it before smiling at him, “Are you just looking for an excuse to get me to take all of my clothes off?”
He smirked, inching a little closer to you. “Maybe.”
You chuckled, as his eyes grazed over your face. “I’m glad you’re alright.” He said suddenly, his voice much more sincere.
Your lips curled into a faint smile. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, which he smiled softly at. You saw his eyes move around your face before lingering on your lips. Meeting your eyes again, he spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”
Your smile grew as you stayed silent for a moment, before you leaned in a little. “Yes.”
He smiled softly as he leaned in as well, meeting you in a gentle kiss. A moment passed before his hand found your face, cupping it, as he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds, you parted, smiling at each other.
“Do I need an excuse to do that again?” He asked as he gently brushed his fingers across your lips.
You restrained a laugh as you bit your lip a little. You shook your head softly. “No, no excuse needed. Just kiss me.”