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Chapter Six

All in all, things were going very well. Mycroft had been good on his word and already, the aquarium was nearly finished. And although Sherlock would not admit it, Mycroft's changes had improved the design. Mycroft had made it so there was enough room for a place to eat and for John and whichever girl he had next to hang out. Now, Sherlock was thinking what else to ask Mycroft to put in the tank, who knew that being sick could get you so many advantages.

A smile spread across Sherlock's face as he remembered when Mrs Hudson had come through to see what was happening. He had heard the whole story from Mycroft. After finding out that Sherlock had a pet fish, she marched into the bath and stared at Mycroft the fish for over a minute before walking out and shaking her head. As far as Sherlock could make out, people actually wanted him to keep the fish.

It was then that his phone gave a sigh, and Sherlock picked it up to see what Irene had sent him.

Sorry you're ill, I'm going over.

Sherlock frowned. Why did everyone think that because he was ill it gave them the right to come around? Just then he noticed some other texts. Lestrade and Donovan were going to check up on him tonight. And even more surprisingly, Moriaty had sent him a message.

Get well soon.

JM

Putting the phone away, Sherlock really didn't understand the need for people to tell him to get better. And why would Moriaty ask him to get well soon? It could be to make sure that he had something interesting to do soon. That meant that there might be a taxing case on the horizon. That was one of the most promising things he had received today.

At this moment, Irene decided to make her appearance and Sherlock wondered how she and Moriaty had found out that he was sick. However, the illness seemed to be slowing down his thought process.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Everyone seems to be asking that." Sherlock replied.

"That doesn't answer my question." Irene replied.

"I'm fine. My brother is around, though. And he doesn't know that you are alive." Sherlock replied.

"Let's keep it that way, then." Irene smiled, giving Sherlock a book. "Didn't think you'd want flowers or a card." She smiled.

"An Agatha Christie book." Sherlock said, looking up at the title. Could be an interesting read, but he would solve it before the narrator, he was sure.

"Get better soon." Irene said before disappearing out the window. At this moment Mycroft came in, and Sherlock hid the book before his brother could see it.

"They have completed the aquarium, and are now adding water. It shouldn't be long until we can put your fish in. I've already sent a couple of men to buy as many fish as they can from the diner." Mycroft said.

"They have been told which type of fish, haven't they?" Asked Sherlock, before coughing.

"Yes, they have. Do you want some medicine, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked. It was next to impossible for Sherlock to be ill. The Holmes brothers managed to avoid illnesses with ease. The last time one of them had been ill was when Sherlock fell into the river when he was five. It had been a long time.

"No, I'm fine." Sherlock replied, getting a bit frustrated with everyone asking how he was and whether he needed this or that. "Do I need a sign saying that I'm fine?" He asked.

John was worried about Sherlock, he had never seen his flat mate get sick, it was almost unreal, seeing Sherlock with a fever. This morning he had rung Lestrade to tell him not to call on Sherlock, that the detective had a cold and wasn't up for anything. And John had a funny suspicion that Mycroft already knew about Sherlock's sickness. Still, it was hard concentrating on work while he knew that Sherlock was ill.

Lestrade was sitting in his office. Thankfully, there weren't any serious crimes while Sherlock was off sick. It was all things that the Yard could easily figure out. Not as easily as Sherlock, but still. It was strange to think of Sherlock as sick. This was the first time that he had done anything human and many people in the Yard were planning on getting him a present. They were even considering ringing up John to see what as the best sort of present they could get Sherlock.

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