John ran to the inspectors side as Sherlock sat there frozen. His hands started shaking as he tried to tend to Lestrade like John but couldn't. John inspected Lestrade's body for any injuries or clues as to why he collapsed. Lestrade was sweating by the bucket loads but John still couldn't really tell why he collapsed. He looked over to Sherlock.
"Sherlock go and get some cold towels." John said, still looking.
Sherlock slowly got to his feet and went over to the kitchen. John felt his hand to the back of Lestrade and found something. Lestrade winced as John ran his hand over to check the wound.
"Sorry sorry sorry." John apologised as he stopped.
John slowly took Lestrade's coat off so he could have a better look.
"John…" Lestrade breathed out.
"I'm here, it's okay." John tried to keep Lestrade calm even though he was probably hurt badly.
Lestrade grabbed for John's hand. John held it as Sherlock rushed back in with the towels John had asked for. He then put a hand to Lestrade's head.
"He has a fever on top of whatever else." Sherlock pointed out the obvious.
"There's a wound on his back. Help me turn him over if your hands stop shaking." John pointed his head over to Sherlock.
Sherlock helped John to turn Lestrade over so John could have a look. A stab wound was bleeding on his back so John quickly put pressure on it just to make sure the bleeding could somewhat subside. Then a car pulled up outside. Sherlock got up and went over to the window.
"John… Hide… Hide me." Lestrade panted.
"What? No I can't move you. It'll make it worse." John shook his head.
Lestrade struggled to sit up but just about managed to. John didn't know where to put his hand as he would usually put it on a patient's back. However, as there was a stab wound on Lestrade's back, John held onto his arm instead.
"You need to hide me." Lestrade almost ordered but still sounding quite weak.
"Anderson and Donovan have been looking everywhere for you. Don't you want to see them?" John asked, a bit confused.
"Not right now. Please."
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked down. It didn't look like Donovan's car. True the police had that many cars these days he wouldn't be surprised if it was! Then he saw who got out of the car and somewhat relaxed.
"Don't worry, it's just mycroft." Sherlock said.
"That's even worse!" Lestrade moaned.
Sherlock was confused. He was still trying to work out why Lestrade didn't want to see anyone. He just went along with it though.
"Why would seeing my brother be worse? I mean hate seeing him but why wouldn't you?" Sherlock asked, looking down at John and Lestrade.
"Sherlock. Seriously?" John huffed as a response helping Lestrade to the kitchen out of the way.
"What? What have I done now?" Sherlock said with puppy eyes.
John didn't answer and left Sherlock to deal with Mycroft and Mrs Hudson. Mrs Hudson and his brother hadn't been getting along with each other for a long time but at the moment it seems to be getting worse! He could already hear shouting coming from downstairs and by the sounds of it, Mycroft was going to be thrown out.
"Mrs Hudson let him come up." Sherlock shouted down.
Sherlock couldn't make out a response by Mrs Hudson. Probably some sort of curse word. He then heard footsteps as Mrs Hudson let Mycroft come up the stairs.
"Mycroft. How nice to see you." Sherlock fake smiled, trying to buy John as much time as he could.
"Sherlock. No John? Or have you bored him so much that he's left?" Mycroft looked around for John.
"He's busy. Mrs Hudson needed him to do something."
"Right."
Mycroft was still looking around. Obviously he wasn't just looking for John. True Mycroft never really looked at Sherlock anyway.
"Are you looking for something Mycroft?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Um… Not really…." Mycroft flat out lied. It was obvious who and what he was looking for.
"You're looking for Lestrade aren't you?" Sherlock finally sighed after a while of silence and Mycroft looked around.
"I might be. I heard he was missing and you know being a government worker and all I was worried that someone had taken him."
"We haven't seen him. Now you know the way out." Sherlock put out his hand towards the door.
Mycroft rolled his shoulders back. He hated being told what to do especially by Sherlock. However, Sherlock wasn't going to tell him anymore then that. He nodded, had one last look and then left, twirling his umbrella behind him as he went. When Mycroft was gone John poked his head out of the kitchen.
"What did Mycroft want? Anything important?" John asked.
"Mycroft never says anything important John. Like everyone else in this city he was looking for Lestrade. How is our wayward detective?" Sherlock sat down with a huff.
"His wound isn't too bad. I've patched him up as best as I can and I've sent out an ambulance."
"Why is he hiding? That's the main thing I want to know. I mean I know Anderson and Donovan can be annoying but I thought Lestrade would be able to cope with that by now!"
"He didn't tell me anything. He mainly just kept quiet whilst I tended to his injuries." John cleaned his hands with a clean towel.
Sherlock crossed his arms and frowned. Lestrade usually said a lot when he was at 221B Baker Street. True he didn't think he would want to talk much with that sort of injury. Then a siren came to a stop outside. John made sure it was the ambulance and then helped Lestrade down the stairs. He watched out for Mrs Hudson as she would probably have a lot to say about this situation. Sherlock heard voices downstairs and then heard the ambulance pull away.
"What did they say?" Sherlock breathed out as John came back into the apartment.
"Not much. Just took him and then made their way. They wanted to go quickly and I didn't want to stop them." John sounded out of breath. Normally the stairs didn't bother John much but with carrying Lestrade it took the breath out of him.
Sherlock chewed this over.
"Are you going to call Anderson about it or not?" John interrupted his thoughts.
"Lestrade didn't want me to. I have a feeling he might not want the whole of Scotland Yard to know about it." Sherlock shook his head.
"So how are we meant to take all of that then?"
"At this moment John, I think we're meant to forget about the whole thing. Unless the inspector changes his mind."
John went to say something else but was stopped when Sherlock closed his eyes showing he didn't want to talk anymore about it. He went to talk to Mrs Hudson as she was probably worried by how many people had come in and out of the apartment. She was probably annoyed that Mycroft had arrived as well.
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1 week later
Sherlock had just arrived at the hospital. Lestrade was being discharged after his injury. He had called Sherlock, well mainly John, to come and pick him up as he didn't want to bother his team if they were in the middle of a case.
Sherlock finally found Lestrade's bed after what seemed like an hour of searching! Lestrade was packing everything up as he approached and sighed when he saw Sherlock approach.
"What's the matter? Expecting someone else?" Sherlock burrowed his forehead at this reaction.
"No it's fine. Just I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with your banter right now. Anyway I called John, not you." Lestrade almost seemed to apologise.
"John went to go and see his sister." Sherlock lied which Lestrade picked up on straight away.
"What have you done with him? Not worn him out?"
"Our latest case was definitely long but no. True he had to take up a lot of work as you have been away." Sherlock fought back.
"Alright I get it. You've come along hoping you'll get a reaction out of me."
"Might have done. Might be here for another reason."
"I doubt it." Lestrade tried to pick his bag up but was beaten to it by Sherlock who took it for him. "I'm not an invalid!"
"I know you're not." Sherlock beamed and headed for the door.
Lestrade tutted under his breath and then followed Sherlock out of the door. A taxi waited for them outside. Lestrade wasn't surprised as Sherlock and John still haven't got a car which no one could understand.
"Come on then inspector. Keep up." Sherlock threw his bag into the taxi and paid for the fair.
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The taxi pulled up in front of Baker Street. Sherlock hadn't told Lestrade exactly where they were going but he was still a bit surprised to be taken to the apartment.
"Thank you." Sherlock nodded at the driver as he and Lestrade got out.
John was sitting in the armchair when they got into the apartment and Mrs Hudson was leaning against the fireplace. Lestrade could already feel the emotions floating around the room just from Mrs Hudson's face. This wasn't going to be good for him.
"Mrs Hudson." Lestrade said, trying to keep in a good mood.
Mrs Hudson didn't answer, she just huffed and turned her head away from Lestrade. John smiled half heartedly. Sherlock stayed standing but got a chair out of the kitchen for Lestrade.
"What's this? I'm a client now am I?" Lestrade tried to joke.
"Well we have a few questions we need to ask you. Thought it would be easier to ask here." Sherlock scratched his head with his violin bow.
"Questions. I'm going to be here a while then."
"Why did you hide that injury from me?!" Mrs Hudson blurted before Sherlock and John could say anything.
"I'm sorry?" Lestrade smiled.
"I could have helped but no. I was left out in the cold and had to deal with Sherlock telling me about it." Mrs Hudson sounded like she was going to cry.
Lestrade stared at Sherlock. Sherlock went bright red for only the second time Lestrade had known him. John got up to try and console Mrs Hudson.
"I never meant for you to be upset. I just thought it would be easier if I just told these two." Lestrade tried to say.
Mrs Hudson turned away again and headed down the stairs to her own apartment. Lestrade felt even worse.
"Sorry about that. Didn't think she would react like that." John apologised sitting down again.
"It's fine. I should have just gone straight to hospital." Lestrade waved his hand.
"Why didn't you?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't think I was thinking straight. Plus if I had called an ambulance that near a crime scene everyone would have known."
"Why did you hide it from Donovan and Anderson? Well everyone in fact!" John thought out loud.
"I didn't want to worry them. Plus they have a crime to focus on. They don't need to worry about me on top of that." Lestrade finally answered.
"So it won't happen again?" John asked, not wanting to sound rude.
"I hope not." Lestrade smirked.
"Well you're always welcome inspector. Just don't try and hide again because we're running out of places for you." Sherlock almost jokes.
Lestrade chuckled as he got up. He shook Johns hand and got his bag from the floor. Sherlock watched him go, still a tiny bit worried about Lestrade.
"Well, that answers that." John wiped his forehead with his hand.
"Yes but I don't think that will be the last time the inspector is going to hide." Sherlock murmured.
John didn't question this further as Sherlock was probably right. Hopefully the next time Lestrade needed to hide, it wasn't going to be for such a serious reason!