The ill detective.

Chapter one.

Sherlock babbled on about the dead body that lied lifeless on the muddied surface floor in the insignificant flat, Sherlock was talking profligate almost inhuman not even John or Greg could understand what the ill deceive was talking about. John could only pick up tiny bits of words Sherlock was saying but in seconds Sherlock went silent in utter belief. The murder was a child around the age of five years and a half, his face tear stained and covered in mud and grass stains were on the child's dark green shorts. Sherlock sighed in disbelief and groaned as the ill detective looked down exhausted. John had known Sherlock hadn't been sleeping nor eating at that, the most John ever saw Sherlock sleeping throughout the whole week was when the detective would doze off at his laptop and try to maintain awake but would wake up as gravity failed Sherlock and his face fell on the keyboard of the laptop. John would offer Sherlock food and Sherlock would pass it aside saying that he was simply to busy.
"Indigestion slows me down John." Sherlock would mumble before going back and trying to figure out the case himself, Sherlock had always isolated himself away from humans not trusting them, a friend, no friends or human had ever stayed by Sherlock's side as long as John Watson had, And that puzzled Sherlock to the ends of the earth.

John snapped back to reality gazing up as Greg was in front of him.
"Where you ever listening Dr. Watson?!" Greg muttered in disbelief as Sherlock was standing up his eyes closing as his head bobbed down and in seconds the exhausted detectives eyes would shoot open and Sherlock would move his head back up and try to focus on the dead body for clues.
Greg sighed stressfully and brought his index finger and thumb rubbing the bridge of his nose looking at the Army doctor now paying attention and not spacing out.
" Will you take Sherlock home John?"
"Make sure he gets rest, not work, even if you half to take his computer and phone away."
" I don't need him falling dead on one of these bodies from not sleeping.." Greg said muttering it as John agreed and sighed looking and the half asleep detective.
" And for the case already, you called him down because your team couldn't figure it out." John said looking at Greg with a small smirk as Greg rubbed the bridge of his nose again sighing.
" I will figure something out, just take care of him please, Dr. Watson."
"Please, just call me John."
"Okay, John." John thanked him before looking back at Sherlock before speaking up and clearing his throat
" Sherlock, come on, we're going back to the flat you git.."
"Why John, is there something going on with Mrs.Hudson?" Sherlock stared blankly looking at John with complete exhaustion.
"No Sherlock, we are going back and you are going to eat something then you are going to bed, even if I half to ground you like a child and take away your laptop and phone Sherlock."

Sherlock pouted as John said that when the detective tried to backtalk John gave a stern gaze and Sherlock became silent and obeyed him. John grabbed Sherlock's hand leading him out of the flat and calling a taxi as Sherlock pouted and tried to pull his hand away John only squeezed it looking at him with the same stern glare that he did before and Sherlock stopped trying to get his hand free and only asked why.
" Sherlock do you trust a child to not eat a cookie if it is in front of them and open without anyone looking?"
"Well of course John, depending on the child and how behaved the child is that question has many possible answe-.."
"Sherlock, the child would eat the cookie, just as if I let go of your hand I know you will take a run for it, I can already see you planning it."
Sherlock simply just looked away from John as the cabbie pulled up John and Sherlock went inside of the medium sized vehicle. Sherlock still being the child he was and pouted looking out the window as John let go of his hand.
"221B baker-street, please." John muttered and the driver just tipped his hat in understand meant and drove.