Everything is Relative

by whitchry9

Sherlock claims to be sick. John doesn't believe him... at least not until he returns home to find Sherlock throwing up blood. All's well until Sherlock is kidnapped and it's a race against the clock to find him before it's too late. 17 chapters.

10. Chapter 10

John awoke six hours later, gasping for breath, having been in the midst of a nightmare when the soft prod of an umbrella awakened him.

"Jesus Mycroft," he gasped, knowing that he could have killed him if it had come down to it. "You really shouldn't do that."

Mycroft only smiled thinly. Of course he knew that. Which was precisely why John had been prodded with an umbrella rather than a hand to the shoulder.

"Is there news?" he asked, heart racing that had nothing to do with the nightmare.

"It is preliminary," he warned, "But we believe we may have found a trail."

John breathed a sigh of relief. "Excellent."

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll meet you in the living room in a few minutes."

John glanced down at the clothes he'd slept in, which were now heavily rumpled and soaked with a cold sweat.

"Yeah," he said, but Mycroft had already slipped out the door.