Help me run away - Brother!Lestrade x reader x various

War council

Of course, the first thing (Y/n) had to do was giving Mycroft the memory card with the film. She agreed on it, faking reluctance. He had to know she had made a copy, but she felt safer pretending. She had been doing it almost all her life. He seemed to understand that.

In the evening, (Y/n) was sitting in John's armchair, listening to Greg. He had arrived after finishing things in his flat, and wanted to see her. John and Sherlock occupied the couch, Mrs Hudson was standing near the window, and Mycroft was leaning on the door. It seemed like a council of war.

"We don't know who they are, do we?" - asked the landlady.

"No" - Greg answered shortly. He was scared for his little sister. He wanted to do something, not just sit there and talk. Of course, she noticed this.

"Calm down, Greg. I know you're nervous, but we need a plan first."

She could feel her eyes close on their own accord. It was a hard day, a hard week. But she couldn't afford the luxury of rest. Alfred's henchmen were after her.

Sherlock got up and started to walk around the room. The girl could almost feel an idea forming in his mind. He could read people very well, but that also made him easy to read for others. He looked at her.

"Are you ready to take risks?"

She nodded. She hadn't gone all that way, literally and metaphorically, to cower in fear now. It had to be done. Sherlock explained his plan.

"I won't let you!" - shouted Greg. - "No way you would act as a bait!"

(Y/n) tried to calm him down. Actually, the plan was quite good. There were some minor problems, but Mycroft easily picked up on them and found solutions. They decided to start tomorrow, much to Lestrade's dismay.

The woman was too tired to fall asleep that night. She kept tossing and turning, finally she went to the kitchen for some water. Watson, who was still reading, poured her some. She was too tired to notice the taste of a painkiller he had slipped in it. John walked her to her bed, tucked her in and left, the girl sleeping soundly.