Sherlock was still lying down on the couch. Mrs Hudson was getting worried. Since he came home with Kate and Mycroft he hadn't said a word. She had tried to talk to him but got no response whatsoever. She picked up the phone and dialed in Kate's number hoping she would be back.

"UNIT. Please press 1 to talk to someone." The operator answered.

Mrs Hudson sighed as she pressed again.

"Thank you. Please wait while we get you to someone."

Mrs Hudson sighed as the waiting song came on. She rolled her eyes as she checked on Sherlock again.

"Hello?" Someone finally answered.

"Yes hello. Is Kate Stewart there?" Mrs Hudson murmured.

"Yes she is. Can I say who it is?"

"It's Mrs Hudson. She'll know who I am."

"Please wait a moment."

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"So we still don't have many leads on the case then?" Mycroft asked Kate in her office.

"Not at the moment. UNIT's trying their best but we still have nothing." Kate shook her head.

Before Mycroft could probe further, her assistant burst through the door. Mycroft raised an eyebrow as she wandered in.

"Yes." Kate said.

"Mrs Hudson on the phone Ma'am." The assistant pointed towards her phone.

Mycroft and Kate looked at each other. That was a new one! Mrs Hudson didn't usually call UNIT directly without a good reason. Kate nodded at her assistant and put her phone on speaker.

"Mrs Hudson." Kate answered.

"Kate. You've really got to cut down the amount of things to get through before talking to you over the phone!" Mrs Hudson's somewhat angry voice came back.

"It's there for a reason Mrs Hudson." Kate silenced Mycroft before he could say anything rude.

"Of course there is. Anyway I'm worried about someone." Mrs Hudson sounded more worried than usual.

"Why what's wrong?" Kate asked just as worried.

"It's Sherlock. He's completely out of it still." Mrs Hudson finally said.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes. He's just sitting there."

"He has just fainted. I'm sure he'll be out of it for a while." Kate thought.

The other side went silent. Kate put her head in her hands waiting for Mrs Hudson to answer again. Mycroft bit his fingers. He and Sherlock may not have the best relationship but he was worried about Sherlock sometimes.

"Alright. I'll call you back if his mood changes." Mrs Hudson finally said.

"Alright thank you Mrs Hudson." Kate ended the call.

Kate sighed. Mycroft got his coat off the chair on the other side of her desk.

"Well let's just hope he changes." Mycroft put his coat back on.

"Can't you be a bit more sympathetic?" Kate tutted.

Mycroft shrugged and left Kate's office. Kate slammed her hands down on the table. Mycroft might be part of the government but it didn't mean he had control over her. She quickly picked the phone up once again.

"Get me the PM now." Kate nearly shouted down the phone.

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Sherlock sighed as Mrs Hudson walked into the living room. He felt awful and it seemed to be only getting worse. What was going on?!

"Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"Mmm." Sherlock finally answered her.

"What's wrong dear?" Mrs Hudson bent down next to his head.

"Mmm." Sherlock answered again.

Mrs Hudson put her hand on Sherlock's forehead. It was like an oven! Mrs Hudson quickly went to get a cold towel from the kitchen and put it on Sherlock's head. Sherlock shifted about in his seat when she did this.

"It's alright." Mrs Hudson tried to calm him down.

Sherlock sighed more heavily than ever. He then started to breath faster. Mrs Hudson sobbed a little.

"Oh Sherlock." Mrs Hudson whispered.

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Watson had only just about fallen asleep. His bruises were getting in the way of him sleeping though, so everytime he moved it would wake him up again.

"Watson?" A small voice came from the side of him.

Watson slowly lifted his head. He soon saw Yaz next to him. He smiled.

"How did you get there?" Watson asked.

"Slipped away when no one was looking." Yaz smiled back.

"Thank goodness you did. How are the others?"

"Worried about you mainly."

Watson chuckled which made him wince because of the bruises he now had. Yaz looked back just making sure no one was coming.

"We have to get out of here." Yaz whispered.

"We need to wait for Sherlock. He'll come." Watson tried to reassure her.

Yaz nodded slowly. This showed she wasn't as hopeful as Watson was. A crash came from behind them. Yaz looked even more scared than usual and Watson knew she had to go.

"Yaz go." Watson nodded.

"But…"

"I'll be fine. Go!" Watson told her.

Yaz ran away as careful as she could. Watson kept an eye on where the crash had come from hoping no one would see her. Luckily the crash didn't turn into anything else. Watson hated being alone but right now maybe it was the best thing for the group.

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Mrs Hudson watched on as a paramedic tended to Sherlock. She had been too worried to leave him alone. The paramedic was a bit over the top with checking Sherlock and she really wanted to say something, but she would probably just be told off.

"It's just a fever by the looks of it." The paramedic finally decided.

"A fever?!" Mrs Hudson nearly shouted.

"There's nothing else wrong. It's just a fever." The paramedic packed up his bag.

Mrs Hudson bit her tongue. The paramedic left as Anderson walked in. Mrs Hudson liked Anderson a bit more than Sherlock and Watson but she still didn't love him as much as she did the two boys.

"What's a paramedic doing here?" Anderson asked.

"Sherlock's turned worse." Mrs Hudson started to sob again.

Anderson kneeled down next to Sherlock. He wasn't a doctor but he could see how much pain and bother he was in.

"How long has he been like this?"

"A few hours."

"Alright. Get me some water. Hopefully it'll do something." Anderson told her.

Mrs Hudson nodded and went to the kitchen. Anderson knelt down next to Sherlock's ear.

"We have a lead." Anderson whispered.

Sherlock's eyes opened. He moved his head over to Anderson. Anderson met him with a somewhat smile. Sherlock right now would only just be able to manage a conversation with Anderson.

"What's the lead?" Sherlock asked weakly.

Anderson continued to whisper something which Mrs Hudson couldn't hear. She knew Anderson had been here for something else rather than just checking on him.

"That's enough." Mrs Hudson split them up.

"He has a lead, Mrs Hudson." Sherlock told her.

"I don't care. You're too weak to deal with anything at the moment." Mrs Hudson wagged her finger.

Sherlock had had enough of Mrs Hudson. She was too overbearing these days. He stood up from the couch. He had to keep his arm on the couch to steady him but this made Mrs Hudson back off a little.

"I'm fine. Now me and Anderson are going to check out this lead." Sherlock shuddered.

"Me and you?" Anderson was shocked.

"Yes Anderson." Sherlock widened his eyes.

"Oh yes. Going out to find the lead." Anderson said over the top.

Mrs Hudson sighed as she nodded. The two men walked to the bottom of the stairs. Out of sight from Mrs Hudson, Sherlock was being held up by Anderson. It was clear to anyone that walked by Sherlock wasn't on fine form. Anderson however, stared them off and continued to walk.

"Thank you Anderson." Sherlock whispered.

"What for?" Anderson chuckled.

"Helping me. I know how much Lestrade means to you guys." Sherlock stopped.

"You don't know. We've been through loads!" Anderson continued to walk.

Sherlock wanted to say more but let Anderson continue to lead him away. Lestrade meant a lot to all of them and obviously meant a lot more to Anderson then he first thought.