Our souls collided before we met

Part 3

Chapter 14

You got something I need

When Sandy got home that night with her shopping bags, she was tired and felt old and weary. The day, revealed much and showed her that Greg wasn't really coping as well as she'd hope. The fact that he was off work, made things just ten times worse. He was left on his own with his thoughts and that is a dangerous thing, for everyone, even more for someone like Greg, who underwent trauma, got out of a two year relationship and an injury that would keep him from doing the things he normally would. Greg is a physical person and if not injured, he would either throw himself in a case, or kick a ball or lift weights. His coping mechanisms are taken away from him, and that is not good.

With a low sigh she put her shopping bags on the sofa she plopped down next to it. She was feeling guilty too, if Mycroft didn't see them in the hospital, but then again, he would've found out about her somehow. Her eye caught the bags, she was longing for her freedom again, but how can she leave when Greg is like that? She can never leave him behind like that. If he can only go back to work, she would rest a bit better if she knew he could get cases again, and now that he is a Detective, with his own team, she would sleep soundly, knowing he would be okay, his job was always his number one passion, how many times was he at home and happy when he got a call that there was a murder, not happy, yeah someone is dead, but happy a puzzle…

"Aaarghh…There has to be a way to help him."

The following morning Sandy made sure she was a few minutes earlier than usual, last night as she laid in bed, she got an idea and hope that it would work, it has too. Getting her usual coffee, she went to the nurse's station and logged on to the database. Adrenalin was pumping through her veins, not because of what she was doing, they were allowed to pull patient records, but because of whom she was doing it for. She felt like a modern age cupid and hopes the wind she throws out there, is enough to bring the arrows that is so clear between Greg and Mycroft a little closer to one another. She pulled Sherlock's records first then Greg's to see if either of them has the information she needed. It was Sherlock's file that gave her more background information and the number she wanted.

With the number on a piece of paper she made picked up her phone, let's hope the spy security isn't so high. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Good morning, you've reached Department of Transport, Kathy speaking, how can I help you?" Sandy breathed in relief.

"Good morning, I'm San..dra from the Royal London hospital, we need to get hold of Mr Mycroft Holmes?"

"Oh, he is in the innovative department, I'll transfer you through."

There was some classical ringtone that did nothing to ease her racing heart.

"Department of Transport, innovative department, Annie speaking."

"Good morning Annie, I need to speak to Mr Holmes please."

"May I ask what it is in connection with?"

The fact that he is running away from the man of his dreams and leaving that man of his dreams in a desperate attempt to heal from the bullet holes he took in his place. Sandy took a breath, she can't say that.

"It is about some paperwork regarding…" She can't use the case, her only option is Sherlock.

"…his brother when he was admitted here."

"Mr Holmes is not at the office in the moment, he is attending an inspection in the field at the moment."

Bull…even Sandy knows it.

"Oh, okay, can you perhaps tell me when you expect him back? It is just I need to send the paperwork through to accounts before handing over, I'm just an assistant…" She lied making her voice as smooth as possible

"We expect him back next week Wednesday."

"Oh, thank you so much, I'll make a note here on the file. I'll call back then."

"Good bye."

"Bye."

Yes. Phase one complete…oh she always wanted to say that. No she just have to wait, she'll call him Wednesday again if he doesn't answer she will try the long way. Transport, what a silly notion, that man in transport….

By Wednesday Sandy couldn't wait any longer Friday was so close and Greg was beyond frustrated. He was cooped up alone and tired, wishing he could go back to work, or just do something, he started to take long walks and exercises mostly sit up and leg pulls that didn't strain his arms and torso too much.

Sandy looked at her phone and the calendar, things had to come to a point, her three weeks was two weeks and a few days now.

Greg just stepped out of the shower when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and smiled.

"Hi Sands."

"Hey, how's therapy?"

"Good, slow progress but progress nonetheless, and I will be able to go back to work in about two weeks. Finally, how are you?"

"Really? That's great, hey listen I was wondering have you tried to call him again?" Greg sighed and pulled a face before he answered.

"No, I'm done. I've decided I should walk away when I still have my pride, I'm desperate but after nearly five weeks of calling, I risk arresting myself for being a stalker." Greg joked but it fell flat.

"Greg..."

"No…I can't Sandy. I've tried, I did all I could and he clearly doesn't want to talk to me, so I'm just going to take a step back, focus on getting the full function of my arm back and get back to work, run my team, be the best Detective I can be and put bad guys away. No fuss, no pain and all that."

Sandy closed her eyes, she could feel the pain and yet the stubbornness in his voice. He was giving up; she knew he shouldn't have been left alone like that all this time. It was messing with his mind and his heart.

"Please don't give up." She whispered over the phone willing him to have hope, to stay strong.

"I can't."

"You love him…"

"Yes, but he doesn't love me and you know what; sometimes love isn't enough."

"Greg…"

"Listen I got to go, food on the stove I'll talk to you later." Without giving her a chance to reply he cut the call, he didn't need to know about his love for a man, who let's be honest treated him badly all this time. On top of that, he didn't even once tried to find out how Greg was doing.

Sandy looked at her phone and sighed, this was not good. She started to pace and looked out the window, even the weather somehow picked up Greg's mood as the whole London was cast in grey clouds and soft rain. Usually she would stay over at Greg or he would stay over and they would snuggle in bed or on the sofa watching a movie. She missed him, she missed their relationship, but she knew she made the right move. She never had a fondness for rain, or the constant rain that Britain usually get, she was a thunderstorm in the afternoon and sunny the next day kind of girl. Get it over and done with.

Tomorrow is Thursday, she would try once more to call Mycroft, and if he doesn't answer she will try the long on Friday.

The whole of Thursday she was anxious and restless, kept watching her watch, by noon she couldn't wait any longer and picked up her phone and dialled the number he gave her all the while repeating 'please answer' to herself.

The phone rang…

And rang…

"Dr Madison."

Sandy smiled widely, yes, took him long enough.

"Good day Mycroft, you're a difficult man to get hold off."

"I've been abroad."

"Did the running away not work as you thought it would?"

"Excuse me?"

"Listen here, I'll get to the point…"

"Please do I am quite busy." Mycroft interrupted. Sandy just narrowed her eyes and took a breath.

"A few weeks ago you called me, to save Greg's life, which I did, I only realised you later found out that we were involved at that time…" She said and put a little emphasis on the 'were' and 'at that time' hoping that he would catch up. He did.

"Were?" Mycroft asked before he could stop himself, he couldn't trust himself to believe that they broke up. If they did why?

"We broke up, I can't be with a man, who well had a connection that survived more than six years with someone else, and I know you love him, I saw the way you look in that trauma room, covered in his blood, staring at him as he was fighting for his life. Not to mention that time in the waiting room."

"Stop please." Mycroft whispered his voice soft.

"You need to talk to him Mycroft, there are a lot of things that is left unsaid, and I think you owe it to both yourself and to Greg to sort this out. Now, you don't have to say anything but he will have therapy tomorrow I suggest you go to his place and talk with him, he is…well…you're absence had a certain impact on his mood."

"I…"

"You only live once, and trust me, he…he has something of yours…I think he is not the only one who was impacted that day, now please I can't tell you more, it is not my story to tell. Just go see him."

You got something I need
In this world full of people there's one killing me
And if we only die once,
I wanna die with you

If we only live once

I wanna live with you

Mycroft stoop opposite the building of flats, he was dressed in his usual suit, it had become some sort of armour for him, when he wears it, he feels ready to face the world, or Gregory. Sandy told him Greg's schedule for the day, he usually goes out for some running or walking in the morning, come home, have lunch and then go to his therapy. After that he usually comes home as he is tired and exhausted from the session. He would walk home to make sure he gets enough exercise in, as he wasn't in the field anymore or playing football over the weekends.

The session was at two so he would be walking home about three thirty or round about there. He looked up and his breath caught in his throat. His palms started to sweat and his mouth was dry. He watches as Greg walked down the street, looking much better than the dying figure on the stretcher, he was wearing jeans with sneakers, a shirt and jacket and his sling. He had small stubble on his cheek and Mycroft could see he was tired from staying home for so long and the physical therapy. He waited till Greg was quite close and passed him when he crossed the street, he was a few steps behind Greg when Greg turned into his pathway and stopped to take out his keys. Mycroft took a breath and prepared himself the most difficult talk he would ever have.

"Gregory."

(Something I need, One Republic – native – 2013)