A/N: This is not the best I have written. But I hope you like it anyway. I will update as soon as possible.

Lestrade jerked awake. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He looked over to the hospital bed, where Sherlock lay. The boy was still unconscious since the surgery. The heart monitor beside the bed beeping in slow steady beeps.

They were alone in the room, so Mycroft probably still hadn't seen his message. Hell of a brother he was. Hadn't he even noticed that Sherlock was missing? Lestrade looked at his clock. 4:30 in the morning. Two hours since Sherlock had come out from surgery. Six and a half since they had arrived at the hospital. That would be about six hours since he first had called Mycroft. He still hadn't answered.

Lestrade jawed and rubbed his temples, trying to stay awake. He shifted so he sat more straight up in the uncomfortable plastic chair he was sitting in. he didn't want to fall asleep again. He wanted to be awake when Sherlock woke up.

His phone chimed in his pocket. He picked it up and looked at the number.

Mycroft, finally.

He stood up and walked out from the room before he picked up. In the doorway he turned around, and glanced back at Sherlock. But the boy was as still as before, he didn't show any signs in waking up any time soon.

"Where the hell have you been?" Lestrade screamed.

He, and Mycroft, was standing outside the hospital. When Myroft had called him about an hour ago, he hadn't said anything else than asked, well he hadn't asked, he had demanded Mycroft to come to the hospital.

He had met him outside, he didn't want to scream at him inside. It was still pretty early.

"I've been calling you for six hours, six hours Mycroft!" Mycroft simply looked back at him."Did you even notice that Sherlock never came home yesterday? Huh? You must have gotten my messages I even sent."

"I did-" Mycroft began but Lestrade didn't let him continue.

"So you got the messages? But you decided not to come?"

"I was taking care of a different matter..."

"And what, what is more important than your own brother?"

"I can't tell you."

"Oh... I'm sorry... It must be one of those government secrets! Tell me Mycroft... did you even notice that your brother have been in France for four weeks? Did he tell you? Or was it like last time... When he went to a crime scene, and got shot at! And it was I that told you, because he didn't want to. And still you couldn't get back home to see how he was doing, no... Because your work is more important. Is that what you think?!"

"Of course not!" Mycroft cried."I was in Canada! I got back as soon as I could."

Suddenly Lestrade felt bad for Mycroft. The young man looked like hell, his hand was shaking as he tried to stay calm. Lestrade had known the brothers Holmes long enough to know that they usually didn't show any emotions. Now, Mycroft was close to losing the calm frame he almost always had. He was blinking fast, trying to keep the tears from streaming down his cheeks.

"...Hey..."Lestrade said putting a hand on Mycroft's shoulder."I'm sorry...I just... I got angry..."

They walked inside the hospital, and up to Sherlock's room.

He was still asleep. Lay motionless in the bed. He and Mycroft sat down beside it. He took Sherlock's hand in his again. They sat there in silence. Just waiting.

He was starting to fall asleep when he jolted awake. First he wasn't sure what had woken him up. But then he felt Sherlock's hand closing around his. He squeezed it back.

Beside him Mycroft had woken up too.

Sherlock slowly opened his eyes. They flickered around the room, analysing it. Taking in every detail.

He looked at Lestrade and Mycroft and grinned.

"You look like hell... Lestrade..." He said. " And Mycroft... no national crises to take care of?"

"...I on the other hand... is leaving." He continued, starting to sit up.

Lestrade placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back.

"No...your not."He said." You are staying here for at least a week. Doctors orders."

"You can't make me stay-"

"Yes I can-"

"I would escape."

"I would...handcuff you to the bed."

"Really Lestrade...you think that would stop me?"

"No...not really..."He signed." I will stay here."

Sherlock grinned even wider.

"You can't keep an eye on me forever. You need to sleep...eat."

"So do you..."

"No I don't."

Four days later, Sherlock still was in the hospital. Lestrade stayed with him. He hadn't left the room more than to go to the bathroom. He had slept when Sherlock did. Only left the room if he was sure that Sherlock wouldn't be able to leave while he was gone. He handcuffed Sherlock to the bed, only to make sure it would take him a few minutes to leave the room.

He looked back at Sherlock, he was sleeping. Maybe he could go get that cup of tea he needed so much. He picked up the handcuffs again. He really hated that he had to use them, but he wanted to make sure that Sherlock stayed. He was still weak after the surgery, and the blood loss.

Three minutes later he when he was walking towards the coffee shop, his phone chimed in his pocket. He picked it up. It was a text. Unknown number.

"See you soon Detective Inspector – SH"

He stared at the phone for a few seconds, then he ran back to Sherlock's room. It was empty. The handcuffs lay on the bed. Along with a piece of paper. He picked it up.

'You see but you don't observe DI!'

Of course, Sherlock had tricked him. Again. He hadn't been asleep at all. And Lestrade had fallen for his trick again.

A/N: Please review, as I said before; reviews makes me happy and when I am happy I update.

And if you want to, I would be happy if you come with some suggestions for what could happen next. He wont start taking drugs for a few years, but something else maybe. I would love to hear your ideas.