-I hope so…I really do.-
Holmes smirked feeling the John’s heartbeat. Later he smiled and sighed. -John…do you still care to investigate with me?-
Sherlock heard a little bit if depression in his own voice.
-You know…like the old times!-
-Of course! I wouldn’t want to miss something like that…- he sighted and burried his head onto Sherlocks shoulder.
-Good night, Sherlock…- he whisperd. -I love you-
Holmes smiled. -Shut up.- and then closed the eyes.
In the morning Lestrade smiled seeing the two men on the sofa. -Did I interrupt something?-
Holmes rolled and fell on the ground beating the head. He squeezed hisself in pain. -No…we don’t have many beds so…-
Greg nodded. -Yeh. Sure. Now dress up… And wake John… We have a case.-
John woke up slowly and looked confused at Sherlock.
-What is going on?- he asked.
-do we have a new case?-
-I guess so. I give you five minutes for dress up.-
Holmes ran down stairs for call a taxi. Once have stopped one he looked at the phone, checked we’re the crime has been and then shouted at John to move.
-You dressed in 15 minutes!-
-I am already dressed!- he shouted back and ran towards the door. -Sherlock? Where are you? I’m ready!! I’m dressed.-
Sherlock smiled slightly as John fell asleep. “I am.” he whisperd, not to wake him up. It was good that his friend was sleeping, he needed to rest. Sherlock was tired himself, but he stood up and walked down to Mrs. Hudsons flat. He told her that John fell asleep and would eat later and walked back upstairs. John was sleeping silently.
“No.” Sherlock said simply. He didn’t want John to go. What of something like this happend to him again? What if he wouldn’t find him the next time?
He couldn’t loose John. Not after just getting him back. Sherlock stared directly at his friend. John looked tired and exhausted, his eyes were half closed already.
Sherlock stayed silent for a while. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the right words. “Yes, I know.” he finally said. It was one of this moments when he felt like a complete idiot. He would like to tell John that he could stay on the sofa next to him, if he needed anyone when he woke up in the middle of the night. But it was far to embarrassing. Caring is not an advantage. He repeated in his head.
“What?” Sherlock asked irritated. John looked like he was in pain, but that wasn’t possible. He had taken many different painkillers before they had left the hospital. The doctor looked away, trying to escape his friends gaze. He still hadn’t answerd the detectives question.
“What is it?” Sherlock repeated a bit louder this time.
Sherlock told Mrs. Hudson the story as quick as possible. She imidiatly agreed to cook for John, and said she would bring up the food when she was finished. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to their flat.
“You’ll get something to eat in about twenty minutes.” Sherlock smiled lsightly. It was good to see John sitting in his chair again.
What if John would fall when we went first? He would propably hurt himself even more. But John wouldn’t want him to help him get up the stairs. even if he never admitted it, he was still a soldier and far to proud to take any help. “I’ll go to Mrs. Hudson. I guess you are hungry.” he said slowly. He wasn’t hungry himself but John looked like he was starving.