Sherlock Oneshots

Lap cat

3rd pov

They watched Mycroft pace the room his hands trembling no one having a clue what had happen not even Sherlock could put together his brothers erratic mumbles all they got was someone was watching him and was at his last night. "Ok ok, maybe you should sit your ready f-" as Greg was about to say Mycroft fell to the ground still shaking looking ready to cry. "Brother?" Sherlock got up leaving John's side going over to his brother kneeling down. "Brother calm down your fine." He shook his head still in a right state.

They got him sat on a chair the one Sherlock normally sat in, he was still shaking and had started sobbing uncontrollably when they again tried to calm him down.

Sherlock was worried his brother wasn't the strongest but what on earth had got him in this state that he jumped every time there was a noise.

Greg stayed over night trying to help the two with Mycroft who didn't sleep but wouldn't talk either and kept staring out the window. John had left to the shops and Sherlock who was creeped out by his brother starring out the window had instead John would need helping leaving a awfully unequipped Gregory to watch Mycroft.

He knelt in front the chair deciding to ask about the night again. "Mycroft stay calm ok what did you see who was there?" The look of terror still burned in to his eyes from his tears. "A girl she... she had-had a man with her... o-or he had her." Gregory slowly stood up taking Mycroft hands. "What did they do?" Again he started tearing up his hands trembling. "I don't remember.... Anything but... but them holding me down." Greg  tried to gently pull Mycroft into his chest which he did letting him cry into him.

Mycroft was scared he didn't know what ewww happened but he was scared. He was never god at human interactions but couldn't help but lean into Gregory's chest and cling onto his shirt. "Do you know why they held you." He shook his head leaning into Gregory letting his weight go completely against him. "Ok..." Greg pulled Mycroft on to his feet holding him still before taking him over to the couch not saying anything.

He'd sat Mycroft down on the couch getting him to lie out on it. "Try and sleep ok no one's getting in here, I have a gun anyway... a permanent to kill someone not so much." Greg smiled seeing Mycroft laugh at his silly comment.

Greg was sat some how with Mycroft's head on his lap whisper yelling with Sherlock and John. "What do you mean he made you." "I don't know he did." "Did he." "Yes." Sherlock backhanded Greg hard across the face being tears to Greg's eyes "what the fuck I don't want you brothers head on my lap." "Well your stuck with it he's like those furry animal that has a long tail and sharp claws." "I know I can't get up his nails are like nails." John started laughing which only in raged the others more. "John what is so funny?" John just waved his arms in a circle at them laughing.

It has been an hour and a half Greg still sat there now with a cup of tea Miss Hudson made in turn for being aloud to take a picture, going on about needing blackmail for emergencies.