Deleted Memories, Chapter 152

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A/N: Folie à deux means Madness of two

Love and Teddy bears, Zacha

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else

is more important." -Ambrose Redmoon

Everyone looked at Lestrade and Sherlock arguing. All present were unsure of what to do. They have never witnessed them arguing, ever. Sherlock was feeling a little stronger and his stubbornness was showing. "I said take me to where Mycroft is!"

John was unusually quiet, thinking. He was torn inside. Sherlock needed a hospital desperately but that was Sherlock's brother and he would feel better if Sherlock, not Butler alone were working on the codes.

"You can't stand straight; you need to go to the hospital. Everyone is fleeing the area, the media leaked that there's a bomb, we're lucky the public doesn't know what kind of bomb it is or it would be more panic. We already have three deaths because of panic, it chaos." Lestrade was irate.

"Sherlock, he's right," John said gently even while he knew it was not going to do any good.

"Fine," Sherlock said defiantly. "I'll go myself; I'll take a cab if I have to." He attempted to get up unexpectedly and fell back on his hands and knees. He immediately tried again and was partially up but would have fallen again if John had not been by his side instantly. John put himself under Sherlock's shoulders and grunted as he pushed.

Sherlock bit his lips to hold back a groan. He was fooling no one. He was one big bruise, and streaks of blood were on his body. He was obviously in a lot of pain. His legs were shaking. Still, he managed to produced his most intimidating glare. His glare was not as effective as normal, despite the fact that the collar of his overcoat was turned up. Holmes had demanded his light, black Belstaff wool coat, as soon as he was conscious.

"See what I mean," Lestrade folded his arms now irritation giving place to anger, "You can't even stand. You should be sectioned."

Lestrade looked at John for help. His eyes opened wide in shock, and disbelief, "You can't be serious, John." John said nothing.

"Um, can I borrow someone's car?" John asked as he glanced at the officers and agents in the room.

Donovan walked up quietly, "If you're sure, you can take mine." She said looking at Sherlock and smiling. Sherlock although surprised nodded his thanks. John looked at the two wondering what had taken place between them; something was different, something had changed.

"Not you too, Donovan." Donovan shrugged and looked down suddenly. "Seems we're wasting time Sir, we could be driving." She was still looking down.

"We? I change my mind all three of you should be sectioned."

"What is this that Folie à deux crap, group insanity?" Lestrade put his hands to his face and sighed, "Brooks, you're in charge. Anderson should be here soon." Lestrade shook his head, "I change my mind again, all four of us should be committed."

"Actually Lestrade, it's more accurate to say that Folie à deux means…" Sherlock at the look in Lestrade's eyes frowned and shut up.

Lestrade gave up. "Let start walking." Lestrade talked as they made their way down. "If the lift is working, for Mr. Holmes benefit, I think we've better use it."

Sherlock had enough sense to let him fuss and kept his mouth closed as he made his way with John helping. Half way through, Donovan came up quietly and put her body under the other shoulder lifting. She wordlessly put one hand on Sherlock's chest to balance him. They both looked at her. She shrugged slightly and said nothing.

Within a short time, they were speeding down the highway and approaching the off ramp. It had been an incredibly fast journey. All the traffic was jammed going in the opposite direction except for a few random emergency vehicles. No one was traveling in their direction.

As they approached the block, Lestrade warned, "Sherlock, I'm helping you. No running…" Lestrade looked over Sherlock, "In your case, no crawling in there to rescue Mycroft. Use your mind; let someone else do the legwork."

Sherlock said nothing.

A/N: To be sectioned is to be committed to an inpatient psychiatric hospital.