Sherlock woke up due to the constant pounding in his head. So he was still sick. He couldn't have this happening when he was so close to solving the case. He got up and got some panadol. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. He couldn't think. He straightened up and looked in the mirror. Too pale, John would notice. Sherlock rummaged around and managed to find some of John's girlfriends foundation. Better but too obvious, he knew this was incredibly stupid but John couldn't know and he had to solve this case. Sherlock fiddled around until he got something that matched his usual skin tone. He got up and went downstairs. He grabbed his coat straight away stopped only momentarily.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

John called out to him from the kitchen. Sherlock realised that even if he wasn't on a case he probably wouldn't be able to stomach anything.

"Can't. I am on a case John."

"Aren't you inviting me?"

"I assumed you would tag along. You always do."

"Ignoring that, actually I can't because I have work, you know to earn money to pay for the apartment and I don't know food?"

"Then why did you ask about the case?"

Sherlock really just wanted to get going so he could come back and sleep.

"Well it is just nice to be invited to things Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and instantly regretted it after it brought on a wave of nausea washed over him like a tsunami.

"Yeah ok."

With that he left.

When he arrived at the scene he noticed Anderson and Donovan standing in the door way. He really did not feel like this.

"The freaks arrived."

"Well look who couldn't resist to show off."

Sherlock sighed.

"Not now Donovan why don't you go scrub Anderson's floor."

They looked as they were about to slap him.

"We can't because we are payed to be here."

"They seriously pay you for this? What a waste of money."

He punched Sherlock in the eye and Sherlock had to balance himself for a minute to stop himself from collapsing.

"Oh? Never been punched before freak? Or can you just not handle it?"

Shut up shut up SHUT UP!

"Trust me Anderson I can handle that little whatever you call it."

He was slapped, this time by Donovan.

"Oh wow, she slaps harder than you, it must be the muscles from the floor scrubbing now let me through."

Sherlock was reeling from that second slap. He couldn't see straight.

"I don't think so."

Sherlock really didn't feel like standing out in the cold.

"Please stop being so stupid. Actual lives are at risk and I assume you care? Well maybe not considering you actually like each other."

"Well at least she wants me. Where is your little pet John? Have you told him your little secret?"

Sherlock wanted to just turn around and go home, at the same time he felt like being sick and just laying on the cold concrete.

"Hilarious now please."

He tried to barge past but was grabbed by Anderson.

"We said no."

They pushed him backwards and he fell on his hands and knees. He stayed there for a second arms shaking.

"Freak can't handle a shove!"

Sherlock was having trouble breathing, so he leant back onto his back legs breathing shallowly. He instantly regretted it as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. Anderson and Donovan saw this as an opportunity to make a joke. They walked over to him and crouched in front of his face crowding him.

"Aw can't handle a fight?"

Sherlock looked up at them the pain in his eyes evident.

"Get away from me."

"Should we get someone?"

"Nah, he is probably faking it to get his pet over here. See."

"Please don't, please don't."

Anderson demonstrated his point by yanking Sherlock to his feet.

"See."

Sherlock was overwhelmed by the motion.

"I am not joking."

Anderson went to boast to Donovan but was interrupted by Sherlock falling against the railing.

"Help please."

"Seriously you can stop now."

"I don't think he's acting."

"Help."

They could see the fear in his eyes before they rolled back into his head as he passed out on the concrete.