The minute the report had come in Lestrade had taken it, despite it not being his division.

Domestic disturbance, sounds of yelling from within the house and strange flashes of blue and red light. Sounds of small explosions and electricity.

It had to be Sherlock and John.

When they reached the address the house was silent, and really everything looked fine. At least until he reached the lounge room. The place was littered with scorch marks and over turned furniture, it was going to take forever to clear up. What was most concerning however were the two unconscious bodies on the floor.

John was curled in on himself facing away from the wall while Sherlock was a few meters away sprawled on his back. At least they were both breathing.

"John." Lestrade called giving the man a light shake, "John, wake up!"

The doctor groaned but didn't wake. This was not good. If the rest of the squad came in here they would call and ambulance and have the men taken to hospital, which would be disastrous. If doctors got a look at their bodies, or god forbid their blood, things would be more than a little out of hand. The inspector turned to Sherlock.

"Sherlock!" he hissed, "Come on, I need you to wake up now before the others find you like this..."

"Mmmphf..."

"Sherlock!"

"Lest'de." The detective mumbled, blinking his eyes before sitting up rather quickly.

"The phone." Sherlock said with a small amount of panic in his voice, "Where's the phone?"

"Listen Sherlock you were probably dream-"

"No, Lestrade Irene Adler's phone! I had it." Sherlock argued, "I need it to-John! Is John alright?"

Alright, so he'd obviously been drugged.

"Sherlock, John is right next to you." Lestrade explained, "But I can't wake him, what happened?"

"Adler." Sherlock hissed.

The detective gave the doctor a light shake, again he moaned but didn't wake. Sherlock placed a hand over John's.

"He's in pain, Lestrade." Sherlock growled, "We need to get him back to Baker Street."

-oOo-

Getting an unconscious man back to Baker Street without alerting Lestrade's men was no easy feat but eventually Sherlock was placing the blanket over the sleeping doctors form. He was such an idiot, John was already weakening he should of taken him into a fight! Discreetly he took another blood sample, two thirds of the nanobots were offline already.

"Sh-Sherlock?" John cracked an eye open, "Wh' happened?"

"She got away, I lost the phone." Sherlock replied, "I'm sorry. I can't go after her again, we're too evenly matched and with that phone she's got the advantage."

"S'okay." John shifted, grimacing, "Not your faul' you'll figure something out."

"Sherlock bit his lip.

"I'll try."

-oOo-

Lestrade was beginning to worry about the boys at Baker street. It had been three days since the incident at Adler's house and there had been no word from Sherlock on John's condition. He'd tried calling but neither of them had picked up, regardless of which phone he called. He was actually planning on going to see them in person when Molly of all people rang.

"Hello Molly." He greeted, "What's the occasion?"

"Sherlock." She replied nervously, "Umm see there is this rumor that he had a history of drug usage right?"

Lestrade suddenly felt cold.

"Yes." He replied slowly, "Why?"

"Well, uh you see the other day, well actually it was this morning," She began, "He was in the labs when he started shouting and then when he left I noticed one of the bottles of liquid morphine was gone."

"And you're waiting until now to tell me?" Lestrade exclaimed, he could of injected himself half a dozen times by now!

"I didn't think of it until now." Molly admitted.

"I'll go check on him."

Lestrade hung up and promptly drove to Baker street, worry gnawing at his stomach. What if John had died and Sherlock had relapsed? No, he'd of heard if John was dead surely.

He didn't bother knocking when he reached Baker Street, opting to run up the stairs and call for Sherlock, no reply. He checked the detectives room but found it empty, he was about to head up the stairs to John's when the Alpha appeared in the doorway.

"Lestrade, what are you-"

Ignoring Sherlock's greeting the inspector grabbed his wrist and forced his sleeves up on both arms. No new track marks.

"Is this some new social greeting I'm unaware of?" Sherlock asked dryly.

"No, Molly called and said you took-"

"Oh that. You thought I was using again." Sherlock scoffed looking offended, "Honestly, what will it take to convince you that I'm clean?"

"Well, you did steal a canister of morphine, that doesn't help your case." Lestrade argued.

"Well I needed it and I couldn't buy it without people asking questions." Sherlock bit back.

"Why do you need it?" Lestrade asked.

A moan echoed down from John's room.

"It's the only thing strong enough." Sherlock muttered leading Lestrade up the stairs.

John was in bed but he was twisted up in the blankets looking horrific, he was pale and shifting constantly. Even Lestrade could tell he was in serious pain, right now he seemed to be conscious, though hardly. John gripped the sheets so hard Lestrade was afraid he'd rip them.

Sherlock reached over and grabbed the metal bottle containing the morphine and tipped the doctors head upwards.

"Here," he offered softly, "Drink."

"Thanks." John coughed after he'd sipped some of the liquid. His body relaxed.

"Pain's getting worse." Lestrade chewed his lip, Sherlock nodded.

"I'll be fine." John croaked, liar.

"Go back to sleep John." Sherlock ordered, "You can't do much else anyway."

"Watch it." He grumbled, but he smiled while he did it.

Sherlock was silent until they reached the kitchen, where he promptly grabbed the first thing in reach, a tea cup, and flung against the wall. The detective gripped his hair and pulled groaning frustratedly.

"I've tried everything!" He yelled, "Everything I can think of to recreate the nanobots or repair them but...nothing works."

"You'll think of something." Lestrade tried, attempting to hold Sherlock's shoulder but he flinched away.

"He's got two days left, maximum." The detective whispered, "He's in pain and I can't do a thing about it!"

"Calm down Sherlock you're no use to him like this." Lestrade sighed.

The detective took a deep breath.

"I need to see somebody, stay with him." He ordered, emotionless mask slipping back in place.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?" Lestrade asked as the detective brushed past him.

"To see Irene." he growled.

Remember that scene I was talking about? The one I'm really excited to write? Guess what? It's in the next chapter! YAY!