Ella POV

Sherlock has been in his mind palace so long now. I fear he won't come back. I had come to his room to talk about last night. But found him sitting on his bed. His eyes were closed, his hands moving in the air. I didn't touch him, knowing he had gone to his mind palace. My fingers stroke the sheets at the end of his bed. Would sitting here to watch on him be a step too far? Perhaps too intimate for him. Instead I quietly sat next to his bed. The sunshine pouring throught the curtains told me that it was finally morning. I looked up at Sherlock, "please get up". But he didn't.

Not wanting to disturb him, I went about my day. It wasn't much of a day though. Since I didn't hear much noise coming from his room, I would occasionally pop my head in. Hoping that he would be up and be back. But no. He hasn't moved. Night came slowly. I decided to stay with Sherlock. I refused to leave the flat. Worried he might bonk his head or something. Funny worries. His breathing was normal when John checked him. I stayed in his room each night. Waiting for him to get up.

Made myself a little makeshift bed. Comfort wasn't much on my mind. But spent most of the nights kneeling on the floor next to his bed. Sherlock's hand would twitch or wave, sometimes he would just say words. My name was called a few times. Each time I would stare up at him hoping that he would be awake. But my hopes were unanswered. "Shut up Mycroft", these words had me running into the room. But his eyes remained shut. I cleaned up the kitchen. Careful not to touch any of his experiments. My eyelids would droop constantly. The need for sleep becoming too much. But I refused to sleep. Sherlock being most important to me.

Days and nights passed quick. Soon it became day four...he hadn't woken. My worry for him growing more and more. John and Mary come and go. Saying I should sleep. But I couldn't. I refused. Thanking them for their concern. A knock in the afternoon woke me from my daze. I answered the door to see Mycroft standing there holding his umbrella in one hand and a fancy silver thermos in the other. "Hello Ella. Might I have a word", I invite him in. "Tea?", I nod and walk over to the cabinet. With two mugs in hand, I gesture to Sherlock and John's chairs. He passes me the thermos and I fill our cups.

I sit in Sherlock's chair and Mycroft sits across from me in John's chair. "I've been told you refuse to sleep. Your knees are very red", he tilts his head raising an eyebrow. I reach down pulling my dress to cover my knees. Drinking the tea down in one long gulp, I stare at him.

"I've slept"

"A few minutes don't count as enough sleep. The state of your knees tells me you've been kneeling quite a lot"

"My knees are none of your concern"

"Did you know too much time kneeling can be bad for your joints...Please don't roll your eyes at me"

"Mr. Myc-"

"Mycroft. No need for such formalities. You clearly care enough to kneel next to my brother every night. A pillow under your knees could do you some good"

"How did... Fine. I'll use a pillow. Thank you Mycroft"

A grin spreads across his lips. As Sherlock said before he can be quite proud of himself at times. Mycroft looks quite proud right now. Probably happy I just took his advice. My sleepiness taking away my stubborness. Strange that he noticed my knees. But both are deducers...wow. Is that even a proper title? They deduce people. Deducers. I rub my eyes as my vision blurs. Two Mycrofts chuckle at me, the door opens. I blink trying to focus my eyes. "Up to bed you go", Wiggins says while walking to me. My head keeps bobbing. He pulls me to my feet. My body feels like jelly.

Wiggins picks my up swiftly. I breath in smelling cigarettes and soap. "Wiggins...Wiggy...druggggeddd me...", He holds me bridal style, hugging me close to his chest. My eyes close. The sound of footsteps act as a soft of lullaby. I feel warmth around me, as a blanket in pulled under my chin. Sending me into a dreamless rest.

My head feels cloudy when I wake up. I sit up and throw my blankets aside. As I stand I grab the wall to steady my feet. How dare Mycroft and Wiggy drug me! My body feels groggy and tired. A noise behind me makes me turn as quick as I can. Steadying myself, I walk to the window. Jim stares up at me. He mouths my name. A smile spreads across his face.

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. He's sent someone to get me. I throw my weight at the door. The doorknob turns, I hold the knob. Hoping to keep whomever out. I shove with all my might to keep the door closed. My head still woozey. "I don't want to go back. Go away", the person stops pushing and lets go of the doorknob.

"Ella let me in, please", at the sound of Sherlock's voice I release the knob. It makes a click sound. He opens the door, he pulls me into his arms. "Your brother... I thought", I wrap my arms around him. His warm body pressed close to mine. He pulls away and walks to the window.

I follow him but stay behind him. "He didn't say anything else?", Sherlock stares out the window. I walked away to check on you he says. My smile grows wide. A blush rising on my cheeks. "Sherlock?", he turns his head looking at me. I stand on my tippy toes, looking up at him. I press my lips to his. Kissing him slowly. A silent thank you for admitting his concern. I pull away but am stopped.

Sherlock connects our lips once more. His hands run down my sides, gently resting on my hips. Hesitantly I nibble at his bottom lip. Wanting him to deepen our kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth. I moan feeling his tongue rub against mine. Tasting me. My arms wrap around his neck. He feels incredible against me. Our bodies so close.

His hands reach down and pull me up. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctly. Our eyes meet and I feel my cheeks burning. Sherlock kisses me again. This time the kisses are more insistant. His lips move against mine. I moan feeling him shove me against the door. How did we get to the door...we were by the window. His tongue moves against mine. My hands grasp his shirt as I feel his hips press forward.

My head goes back as his hips grind into me. Sherlock's lips move down my neck. A moan leaves my lips as his lips press a kiss to my collarbone. He chuckles against my skin. I've always had sensitive spots, ticklish spots as others would say. But this feels different. A very good different. A tingling sensation...straight to my center.

Thank you Lady Jensen for pointing out the text issue.

I will be updating more frequently now that summer is finally here! Had a bit of a block but have decided to just write! Let me know what you think in a review :-)