The next morning I decided to visit Sherlock at Sint-Bart's hospital (And to get my nose checked, because that thing hurt like hell). When I walked into the room I say Sherlock laying on the bed. An IV was leading painkillers into his veins. He was still quite bruised up, but most of the bleeding had stopped.
I sat down on a table facing the window as I placed my hands in some sort of praying position with my chin resting on my thumbs.
After some time a mens voice brought me back to reality; "So, you saved my little brother?"
"Im sorry, who are you?" I replied.
"Mycroft Holmes, pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand to greet me, I shook his hand while I smiled at him.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N, I did indeed get him out of there."
"Well, I quess I should thank you then." He said while he shot me a smile. But his smile faded as my face twitched in pain, because of a sharp pain in my nose.
"Did that happen yesterday?" He asked
"Yep, but its fine. Mr.Holmes is safe and thats what matters right now." I said as shot him another smile, hiding the pain I was in.
Mycroft stayed with me for a while untill Sherlock woke up. I smiled at Mycroft as he looked at his brother waking up; "I'll give you two some time", I said as I walked out the room.
After a while I heard Mycroft call my name. I walked in the room again as I sat down again. I could feel a pair of eyes looking me up and down and as i looked over at Sherlock I met his gaze.
"So, you're the one Lestrade always talks about?" Sherlock said with a weak voice.
"Does he?" I giggled.
"Thank you for helping me out, Mycroft told me everything. If it wasn't for you I would probably have died back there." He said. Mycroft shot his little brother a shocked look
"Did you Just thank her?!" He chuckled. Sherlock rolled his eyes, then turned to me again; "You should really get your nose checked out."
I giggled; "Get some rest, I'll get my nose checked out."
Mycroft and Sherlock smirked as I walked to the door.
Sherlock called after me: "Your coat is in the washer right now, it was quite bloody. I'll give it back ones it's clean."
I stuck my head around the doorframe: "Thank you!"
And i smiled as I walked away.
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The Enemies Arms
FanfictionY/N is a smart, independent woman. Since she was 8 years old, she already knew what she wanted to become later; Consulting Detective. After her parents died in a carcrash when she was 16, she decided to move out of London and start her own life so...
