Y/N's P.O.V.
I tried to stop my hands from trembling as I glared at Sherlock on the hospital bed.
"You have to wake up." I whispered, putting my hand over his.
"Sherlock, just a few hours ago you asked me not to give up on you, don't you dare give up on yourself." I stood up and kissed his head, just as the door opened, revealing John and Mary, holding three disposable coffee cups between them.
"I know you said you didn't want anything, but..." John smiled sheepishly and handed me a cup.
"Thanks, John." I gave my friend a small smile.
"He's out cold again and I'd stay, but Mycroft asked if I'd drop by and let him know how Sherlock is doing."
"He doesn't care enough to come down here and check himself?" John scoffed.
No, Mycroft Holmes cared too much. He couldn't come himself because he knew it would hurt him too much to see his younger brother in such a condition.
"I'll see you both later." I smiled, before walking away. I left the hospital and was about to call a cab, when a sleek black car pulled up in front of me.
"Y/N, get in." Mycroft spoke calmly and I rolled my eyes, doing as I was told.
"My brother?"
"Sherlock is in a stable condition, for the time being." I nodded.
"But John is pissed you didn't go and check on him yourself."
"Of course he his." Mycroft sighed.
"I simply don't have the time-"
"If you didn't have the time, I wouldn't be sat here now." I interrupted, earning a glare.
"Mycroft, I'm not nearly as smart as you, but I'm not another goldfish, either." I sighed, remembering Sherlock has said that was what Mycroft compared normal people to.
"I can still read you like a book and I know you care about Sherlock, in your own way. You'd do anything to protect him, which is why I need a favour."
"What kind of favour?" He asked carefully.
"The kind that could save his life. I need you to look into someone and find everything you can from every file you have access to." He nodded his head.
"That can be done. Who would you like me to look into?" He asked carefully.
"The person that shot Sherlock. Mary Watson." His eyes widened.
"You're certain?" Mycroft looked unsure.
"John told me that at Magnussen's Sherlock smelled some perfume, the same perfume that Mary wears. Apparently Sherlock said it wasn't Mary, but he woke up briefly and her name was the only thing he said before he passed out again." I explained and he nodded slowly.
"There's always been something, since the first time I met her, I've know she was hiding something, some kind of secret, but I haven't figured it out. I don't think she is who she says she is."
"Do you think she is still a threat? To Sherlock, you, or John?"
"Not that I can tell. There's only so much acting one person can do and what she has with John- that's not fake. She loves him, he is safe." I shook my head.
"She doesn't want to hurt John, so as long as Sherlock keeps his mouth shut, he should be safe. Same with me. Although if she turns out to be a threat, I'll deal with it."
"Good." He nodded.
"You're a talented woman and you... love Sherlock so I trust you to keep him safe."
"Excuse me?" I felt heat crawl onto my cheeks.
"I do not love Sh-"
"You may be able to read me, Y/N, but I can also read you." Mycroft cut me off.
"You do love him, even if you haven't quite come to terms with it yet." I looked down at my hands in my lap, annoyed by his deduction.
"I'll look into Mary, but I need you to keep him away from Charles Augustus Magnussen. Don't pretend you don't know the name."
"Of course I know the name. I also know the man." I looked at Mycroft once again.
"Which is exactly why I can't help you with your request." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"He has something on you, I get that you want to protect that, but Magnussen needs to be stopped."
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"You are an idiot." I said from the doorway and Sherlock turned to look at me, a sleepy grin on his face.
It took almost a week for him to be fully conscious again and as soon as I heard, I went straight down to the hospital.
"Lovely to see you too." I moved to sit on the chair next to his bed.
"How is my brother? John said he was too busy to come and visit."
"Worried about you." I sighed.
"He won't admit it, of course, but Mycroft cares for you a lot." I looked at the machine next to me, seeing Sherlock's morphine was off.
"Are you insane? The morphine is to help with the pain, why is it off?"
"Well, I'm not going to have much luck escaping if I'm high, am I?" Sherlock asked and I shook my head, laughing a little.
"Want a hand?" I asked and he smirked at me. I handed him his coat, letting him get ready to go as I silently shut off the monitors.
"Mary was the one who shot you, wasn't she?"
"How'd you work it out?" Sherlock asked, leaning on me for support.
"I'm not as great at detective work as you are, Sherlock, but I'm not useless at it." I reminded.
"What now?"
"You're going to help me set up a little trap for our trigger happy little friend."
