Sherlock sickfics!

Sleepy

This case was one of the hugest ones they have had in a while. Obviously, Sherlock was excited and was practically dancing as he was making his way to grab his large coat. And as much as John was happy that Sherlock had something to do other than lecture John about " You don't know the different kinds of tobacco and where they're from" and then beginning to rant about how the idiots at Scottland yard would be nothing without him. John has learned to shut his mouth when Sherlock doesn't have a case and criticizes everyone's existence except his own. John once replied, "And who doesn't know the solar system?" Let's just say that ended quite badly.

The only problem was when Sherlock was on a case (and a hard only at that); he rarely slept or ate. John would literally have to have him on gunpoint for Sherlock to finish his bowl of cereal.

This case was difficult. But Sherlock solved it. It just took time. And Sherlock obviously didn't sleep. If he did, John did not see it, and the detective must not have slept much if he did. You could see dark bags under his eyes. 

The case was most difficult because the person (or people) was entirely anonymous. All we knew was that this man used the same gun in different places way too far away for him to get there in time. But the victims who survived from the stabbing of the mysterious man, say that he has black short hair, and emerald green eyes, ones that gave the illusion of some-how shinning in the dark. They were also described quite short with a more rounded face.

Well, we searched and searched until we found out that the man was indeed a woman. Before figuring out, it was a bunch of siblings from a broken home, trying to kill people for money to feed their drug addiction.

So here, John Watson and Sherlock Holmes stood talking to Lestrade about the case.

Well, John did most of the talking. 

John could tell Sherlock was about to fall asleep. To everyone around them, it might have looked like he was just shielding his eyes from the ever blinding sun. But John could tell by how Sherlock was slightly hunched over. 

"How about we finish this at your flat, it's getting quite late and they want to close it up," Lestrade said while moving towards one of the cabs parked near the sidewalk. "Sure," John said before putting his hand on Sherlock's upper arm to get his attention.

They all three managed to get in the back of the small cab. With John in the middle and Sherlock and Lestrade on either side. Sherlock has his head propped on his hand with his eyes closed. Lestrade is silently playing "Angry Birds" 

Once they got to the flat, Greg jumped out quickly and heading towards the already opened door (Ms. Hudson knew how tired they both were and usually left the door slightly opened after they finished a case so they could go to sleep faster).

John tugged on Sherlock lightly, "Come on Sherl, you gotta get out"

Sherlock mumbled something he couldn't quite understand before the detective pushed himself up and out of the cab. John quickly paid the driver before him, and Sherlock soon went in.

Once they were inside, John closed the door and locked it behind him. While he was doing this, he heard a loud noise next to him and quickly turned around.

There on the floor was Sherlock on the floor, apparently thinking this was a good place for a nap.

The idiot.

"Sherlock, you have to get up!" Sherlock just mumbled something incoherent and put his arm over his head.

"Sherlock, I am not carrying you up those steps! So get up!" John bent over to grab Sherlock's arm, trying to yank him up without hurting him. 

The boys eventually made it up the staircase to their flat (Sherlock leaning on John most of the time and John cursing under his breath of having not just to carry his weight but Sherlock as well) and there was Lestrade sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in his hand a leftover donut John bought at the bakery down the street in hopes of getting Sherlock to eat something.

"I'll go put him to bed and then we can carry on with our chat," John said as he steered Sherlock towards his bedroom. Once John got him and the detective there, he tried his best to get the detective onto the bed comfortable before pulling to covers to the sleeping man's chin.

"You bastard," John said in a loving way before exiting and closing the door softly behind him.

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