So here we are, another instalment of Sherlock Meets Fish.

There is going to be a little subplot going on in the next chapter or two, so I'll try and update as often as possible.

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Chapter Four

Sherlock lay in his bed, staring at the celling. The detective had been working on a plan to build an aquarium in the living room, something big enough so he could get Mycroft the fish some friends. He was planning to carry out the operation of creating an aquarium as soon as John went to visit Harry. Strangely enough, Mycroft the human was being supportive of Sherlock's idea to look after fish and had even promised to buy all the material and hire the men needed for the aquarium. Sherlock did not know what John would say when the whole operation had been completed.

But for the moment, there were more pressing matters. The great detective, aider to Scotland Yard, brother to the man in charge of the government and secret service, felt sick. And this was not good; it was boring, and even worse than the breathing kind of boring. There was a runny nose, which caused discomfort, and a sore throat, which added to the dreadfulness of the situation. But worst of all, he was cold and his joints ached. In the night, Sherlock had moved to put his coat on as the symptoms started to take control, but now, even a coat and heavy duvet did not protect him. Besides, how was he meant to get out and solve crimes if his joints hurt?

It was at this moment that John decided to knock on the door. It was past eight and Sherlock was still not up, which was not common. Usually John would wake up to find Sherlock on his computer. But the detective was late and John was concerned. At the sound of the knock, Sherlock turned away from the door to face the window and didn't speak.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" Asked John. After a minute with no response, the army doctor sighed and knocked again.

"Sherlock? If you don't reply I'm going to open the door." He said, his voice firm.

Summing up his options, Sherlock looked towards the door. "John, can you bring me my computer?" Sherlock asked, his voice sounded blocked up, and Sherlock wondered if he'd be better by breakfast.

"Are you okay?" John asked, his voice becoming fainter as he moved to get the computer. "You sound sick." Now John was at the computer and his footsteps moved towards the door. Slowly, he pushed it open and light flooded the dark room. Sherlock sat up.

"My computer." He said, as John looked at him. Handing Sherlock the computer, John frowned.

"You're not planning on going out, are you?" He asked. Mostly worried about the possibility of Sherlock getting worse, but also worried that more fish might arrive. Mycroft the fish still hadn't left the bath.

"What if I'm needed?" Sherlock asked, looking through his website, and then sneezing several times.

"No, you're ill. You are not going out." John said. "I'll make you breakfast and tell Mrs Hudson to cook you up some soup."

"I don't want soup. I'll be bored." Sherlock replied.

"Look, everyone gets ill. You are no exception." John sighed, walking out to prepare some breakfast. Mrs Hudson was very sympathetic, and she immediately went out to buy some flowers and a get well card for Sherlock. So by the time John got to bring the food for Sherlock, the detective had flowers, a card, bacon, eggs and sausage.

"What's this?" Asked Sherlock, looking at flowers in what might be described as shock.

"They're from Mrs Hudson, she went out and brought them for you." John replied.

"Why?" Asked Sherlock, frowning.

"Because you are sick."

"Why would it help me?" Asked Sherlock, and John sighed, placing down the food.

"I've got work today, and I won't be back until later tonight, Mrs Hudson will bring up some soup for lunch. If you need anything, just call." John replied.

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