The 5 Times Greg Caught Mycroft & the 1 Time Mycroft Caught Greg

by: Ismira Daugene

Chapter 2

*Trigger Warning for bodily fluids being expelled. You don't actually read about the event, but you do hear about it afterwards.

It had been two weeks since the fainting incident in Detective Inspector Lestrade's office. In that time, Mycroft had consulted a personal nutritionist who had identified his lack of appetite as stress induced. Between the two of them, they'd worked out a regimen to get him back on track. Sometimes it was difficult because the stress never went away, but he now was aware of the problem, which helped. The concern of one silver haired Detective Inspector however, was not as easily placated. The man had messaged Mycroft nearly a dozen times "just to check-in". He'd responded as simply as possible, and finally the man seemed to take the hint and stopped messaging a couple days ago.

Mycroft had just finished a light lunch when Anthea walked in without knocking. "Sir," she addressed him urgently. "We've just received word from Saint Bartholomew's Hospital that your brother has been admitted."

Mycroft jumped up from his desk, grabbing his jacket. "What for? Is he alright?"

"His condition is currently unstable. It appears he was poisoned."

"By whom?!"

"By whomever is trying to keep him off of Detective Inspector Lestrade's latest homicide case. Lewiston is already waiting for you with the car."

"Thank you, Anthea," he responded as he quickly led the way down the hall and out to the black sedan waiting for them at the curb.

Due to traffic it took nearly a half hour to get to St. Bart's. Along the way, Anthea had managed to get Sherlock's room number, so they wasted no time upon arrival and headed directly there. Mycroft was nearly running down the halls of the hospital. He pushed the door open and marched into the room, but was caught off guard when his feet slipped out from under him three steps in. A strong pair of arms caught him though, preventing him from hitting the hard floor.

"Whoa! Careful there!" a familiar voice exclaimed. "They just mopped up in here. Your brother woke up long enough to get sick all over."

Mycroft exhaled the breath he'd held as he fell and looked up to find DI Lestrade holding him beneath both arms. With care, he climbed back to his feet, trying to hide the blush that crossed his cheeks. "Thank you, Gregory," he said quietly. "How is my brother?" he changed the subject quickly.

"Nurse was just in and pronounced him stable. It appears the up-chucking was what he needed," Greg chuckled and crossed his arms as he came to stand beside Mycroft next to Sherlock's bed. "They've still got him on a drip with the antidote to this particular poison, but it seems he got most of it out of his system by throwing up. It'll take a couple days for him to get back on his feet, but the nurse said he'll be fine."

Mycroft stared down at his brother's pale face and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He let out a long breath and glanced over at the DI. "Thank you, Gregory. Thank you for being here with him until I could arrive."

"Your brother may be annoying as hell, but he's the best guy I've got, and he ain't even on the force officially."

"Which is all the more reason I appreciate you looking out for him. He won't let me get close to him."

Greg nodded and smirked slightly. "Between watching out for Sherlock and catching you whenever you fall, you're going to owe me one hell of a favor one of these days," he chuckled.

Mycroft's eyes widened and he blushed again. "Whatever you desire, Gregory," he said quickly. He hadn't expected the man to demand a favor.

"Joking! Joking!" Greg said quickly holding up both hands in a placating gesture. "I'm only joking, Mycroft. Look, I'm happy to look after your brother. Like I said, he's damned useful around a crime scene, and I'm coming to see him as my own little brother. And honestly I don't mind you falling into my arms every once and a while," he grinned, winked, and bumped shoulders with the government official.

"I…" Mycroft was at a loss for words and once again his cheeks were hot as he blushed.

"Right, I need to go catch a criminal. Let me know when he's better, yeah?" Greg scooped up his coat from the visitor's chair and gave Mycroft one last grin before headed out the door.

Author's Note: Heyo! So I know this was a short chapter, but the next one will be out on Wednesday afternoon! I currently have five out of six chapters written and I figure I can upload every other day! I should be able to finish the sixth chapter in time.