While Sherlock is supposed to be recovering from his plummit with Moriarty, he must solve a murder without Watson knowing. Little do they all know his little secret could be the death of them all. Could holmes have ruined his friendship as well as thier lives? Set after SH2: Game of Shadows

I DO NOT own Sherlock Holmes.

Introduction

Holmes walked around his office and took down the last of the dead plants. Half a year of recovery after the hook to the shoulder and the plummit from the balcony with his nemesis. He rubbed said shoulder then tossed the plant in the trash bin. How long had it been since he had cleaned up a mess he had made?

There was a soft knock at his door and he grunted. Mrs. Hudson leaned in and smiled," Dr. Watson for you."

"Since when does he have to be introduced?"

"We were not sure if you were well enough." She said.

"He's a doctor. He could come in and judge for himself."

"And if I came in while you were ill you would tell me to stay anyway since I am already here?" Watson leaned in and grinned," I see you are well and you can go Mrs. Hudson." She nodded and left as Watson removed his hat and coat.

"Watson? Are you alright?" He asked.

"Restless night." He smiled then turned to look out the window," Holmes, are you alright?"

"I am perfectly fine."

"You look dreadful." He shook his head then looked back at Holmes. Holmes' knees suddenly gave out and Watson caught him and they both fell, Holmes flat on his back and Watson on one knee. Watson reajusted himself so that he could hold Holmes under the arms," Holmes. I can't get you up. You have to get to the couch." He grunted.

"What? Huh?" Holmes shook his head then rolled over onto his hands and knees. He started to move but his arms could barely hold him up. Watson stood up, putting his weight on his good leg and grabbing Holmes around the chest. Holmes grabbed Watson's arms and stood up and stumbled to the couch and flopped onto it.

"Holmes. Tell me what's wrong." Watson started checking his vitals.

"Just a douse of vertigo."

"You have been working too hard. Absolutely too hard. What is this new case?" He unbuttoned Holmes shirt and grimaced. Two large bruises stretched across his abdomin and chest and there was a large scarring gash from the hook that had been inbedded and then pulled deeper into his arm.

Holmes grabbed his arm and rolled away from Watson," I am alright. Just need some rest."

"Holmes, you aren't breathing right. Let me make sure everything is ok." Watson said softly, rolling him back over. Holmes jerked away and Watson forcefully turned him back over and tied his arm to the footstool so that his chest was compleatly uncovered. He pressed his ear to Holmes' chest.

"I feel fine. Untie me." He yelled.

"Untie yourself." Watson said, standing up and sitting in a nearby chair. Holmes reached across himself and gasped in pain.

"I can't. Alright. Untie me."

"No." Watson stood up.

"What? Alright stop this."

"You are to rest. Another month then we will see about you starting with a new case." Watson started to put his hat on and turned around," Holmes. don't overextend yourself." he put his coat on and left the room. In a fit Holmes kicked and punched and screamed at the top of his lunges then stopped and covered his eyes with his arm, breathing heavily.

"Watson. Untie me!"

Hope you enjoy. Reviews are welcome.