Meanwhile Sherlock was sitting at home wondering where his best friend was. He was so worried he was even talking to himself.

"No Sherlock chill out he's fine, he's probably just been held at work, but then again he would of sent a telegram or would have popped into see me so why hasn't he. He could be hurt" he said to himself

The decided he would go and look for him, after all it was 10:30 at night so he was very late. He wrapped up warm as it was cold and told Mrs Hudson he was going out and then left. It had started to rain so he turned the collar of his coat up to block the rain from going down his neck. He went the long way to Watsons work to find it shut so decided he would check all of the alleyways incase he took a shortcut. He was walking for twenty minutes or so and was begging to lose hope but then he saw a pile of clothes on the floor and realised it was a person. The person was on his side and wasn't moving which mafe him get a bad feeling in his stomach. He ran over to the poor fellow and gently turned him into his back to reveal it to be Watson. He gasped in horror as he took in the state of his dearest friend. He was cold to the touch and shivering even in unconsciousness. Sherlock took of his coat and wrapped his friend in it to warm him up a bit and then checked his injuries. Sherlock checked his head and saw that he had a big bruise on the side of it in a boot shape which made his blood boil. He then felt his friends ribs to find that three of them moved under his touch which ment they were broken and probably some were cracked and most of them bruised. He checked his leg and ripped the part where his old scar was to find it had a huge bruise on it right where the scar was which made him extremely mad. He lastly checked his friends back to find it covered in blood and littered with long, deep gashes that must of bean done with some sort of whip. This confused him. All of Watsons money, his jacket and his coat was gone which ment it was a mugging so why would they whip him. He decided he would carry Watson back to Baker Street to fix him up and then he would ask him. He scooped his friend up bridal style and cradled him to his chest so his head was resting on his shoulder and started walking back to Baker Street. Luckily the alley he found Watson in wasn't far away so it only took him ten minutes. When he entered 221B he was greeted by Mrs Hudson who was shocked at what she saw.

"Could you please bring me some clean towels and warm water up to my room Mrs Hudson?" he asked

"Right away Mr Holmes" she replied

"Thank you"

He walked up to his room and put Watson on his bed so he was on his side so he wasn't putting any weight on the wounds covering his back. Mrs Hudson then came in with the towels and warm water that Sherlock asked for and a first aid kit.

"Do you need anything else dear" she asked

"No thank you Mrs Hudson but if I do a little later I will give you a holler" he replied

She nodded and then left the room.

Sherlock gently pulled Watsons suspenders down and removed his shirt to reveal a heavily bruised and bloodied torso. He soaked the towels with warm water and started to clean all of the blood off of Watsons back to reveal it to be covered with new whip marks and older ones that had started to scab but had now reopened. He also had three broken ribs and two cracked ones and most of them were probably bruised. He got a needle and some thread and closed all of the wounds and then wrapped all of Watsons torso in bandages. He then took off his pants so he was only in his underwear and checked his leg which looked very painful. He decided he couldn't really do anything with his leg so he got some pj's and dressed his friend and then pulled the blankets over him. He was very worried for his companion but he was also confused. If Watson was being hurt by someone then why wasn't he telling him or sticking up for himself. Watson had been coming home from work with some sort of injury for about two months now and he was starting to wonder if the injuries were accidental like he said they were. The sat at Watsons bedside all night and he still hadn't woken up so he decided to try and rouse him.

"Watson" Sherlock called as he gently shook his friend. "Watson do wake up old boy, your just being plain lazy" he said and was rewarded when he moaned and his eyelids fluttered

"Sherlock?"

"Your okay Watson, your in Baker Street. I found you beaten and unconscious in a alley in the rain. Your very lucky that you don't have hypothermia my dear friend"

"Yeah I got mugged, bloody thieves"

"Yes they took your money and jacket which was covered in blood from the whip wounds on your back. Why did they whip you Watson? It is very unusual for muggers to whip their victim"

"When they hit my leg and I went down I managed to kick one of the muggers legs making him fall and then I kicked him in the head and the others thought I needed to be taught a lesson and one of the men was nicknamed whipper so you can guess what he specialized in"

Watson hated lying to his friend but he didn't have a choice. Sherlock didn't believe what Watson told him but he kept quiet.

"My poor Watson it looks like you've been having a lot of bad luck in the last two months"

"Mmm that it does" Watson said as he sat up

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting up I've got work"

"No you need to stay in bed today at least, to heal a bit"

"Sherlock I need to go in"

"No you need to stay in bed and I shall go into your work and tell your boss that your not in"

"N-no stay away from him, please if your gonna go in, tell the lady at the reception desk to tell him"

"Okay but only if you promise to stay in bed"

"I promise"

"Good, now take these to help which the pain that you are going to deny your in because your stubborn and lie back down and sleep, I'll be back in an hour at the most"

Watson took the pills and then snuggled back into the blankets.

"Thanks Holmes"

"No problem my friend" he said to Watson who was already sleeping peacefully

Sherlock ran his hand through Watsons soft, fluffy hair and then left. He wondered why Watson told him to stay away from his boss and even though he promised him he would, he was still gonna talk to him. Once he got to Watsons work he went straight to his bosses office and knocked.

"Enter" Mr Nero said

Nr Neros office was fairly big with a book shelf, windows with curtains, chairs and a big desk in the middle of it. Sherlock saw a red substance on the edge of the desk but ignored it and spoke.

"Hello sir"

"Ah Sherlock Holmes what a pleasant surprise. Where is Watson?" He asked

"He was mugged in an alley last night so he won't be coming in today I'm afraid" Sherlock replied

"Is he going to be okay?"

"I'm sure he will be fine, he was a soldier after all sir"

"Yes well please tell him to get well soon and I look forward to seeing him again from me"

"Yes sir"

Sherlock then walked over to the door and left and when he closed the door he caught sight of Watsons boss smilling which was strange considering he had just been told that his best doctor was injured. He walked back to Baker Street to find Watson right where he left him, still snoring softly. Sherlock sighed. He knew his friend was lying to him but he didn't know who for and why.