[IC] BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

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Sherlock was laying there. He turned around and noticed Lestrade was asleep on his bed. Sherlock wasn't sure how to feel about that. He went red in the face. He hadnt expected to wake to find the other man asleep on his bed.
He was rubbing his eyes. He then grabbed his glass of water and drinks it.
Though he felt unsure about Lestrade sleeping there, he found himself not wanting to wake him.
As he lay there he was trying to make sense of all that had happened to him. He was still conflicted on whether he wanted John to know. He still decided against it. He knew John would only come rushing home and then demand asnwers.
He curled up in his blankets feeling sore and weak.

[Rhapsody]

Greg had ni idea how long he'd been sleeping, had actually no idea at all that he was sleeping as he did so.
Eventually, he woke up, still feeling tired, but not as badly as before. He sighed, snuggled into the sheets and then realized he was lying on top of them and had, uncomfortably, fallen asleep in his clothes. He blinked, opening his eyes slowly and looked right at Sherlock, who was curled up in the middle of the bed.
Greg froze for a second as he realized his situation.He sat up, groaning as his tired limbs moved. He leaned forward to see wether Sherlock was awake.
"Sorry,.." he yawned. "I didn't sleep a wink last night.. I didn't mean to.. do that here." he excused himself.

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Sherlock wasn't sure how to react, He rubbed his eyes "Well ummmmmmmm." he was quiet for a moment. In the inside he really was torn. Should he yell or just act like it was ok. Deep down he wasn't sure if it bothered him or not.
"never mind."
He just decided to let it go. It was probably just a slip up. He knew Lestrade was probably just that tired. He was acatully red in the face though. He curled up in his blankets. He groaned "JUst again... don't let anybody know."
He was sure people would start thinking things. Sherlock still had a repuation to uphold.

[Rhapsody]

"No!... God, no." Greg exclaimed, going red in the face himself.
He got up and turned to head out the door, collecting the empty mug that had been left on the bedside table earlier, then stopped to look at Sherlock, his brows furrowed with worry. "How are doing?" he asked carefully. He didn't really expect to get more than an 'I'm fine' again, but then again, who knew?
He waited for an answer, then headed into the kitchen, taking a look at the fridge. It was empty, of course, well, empty of things one oculd possibly eat. Greg glanced at the clock. It was almost really late afternoon. So he had slept rather long. He sighed and headed back to Sherlocks room.
"Shall we order some food?" he asked and hoped Sherlock was even a little hungry, though he usually didn't eat much.

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The detective was looking at him. He blushed from embrasment . He knew that people already thought there was something between him and John, he didn't want rumors to start about him and Lestrade.
"I feel terrible." He admited. He was tired of saying he was fine.
Sherlock was looking at him. He didn't say much more though. He knew that he needed to eat.
The detective was not sure about eating, He was still nauseated.
"Food... I dunno I guess." he wasn't keen on eating much. He still wondered why he didn't seem that bothered by Lestrade sleeping by him, long as nobody knew about it.

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Greg felt strangely satisfied at seein Sherlock blush as well. He usually didn't seem to be fazed by anything. He was almost daily being accused of having a thing going on with John and most of the time he didn't say anything about it, not denying it either. Though John always made sure to correct that. John. Maybe he would be able to handle this better. But Greg wasn't going to call him when Sherlock had already told him he didn't want John there. Greg guesses the man would've preferred for noone to have seen him like this. Understandably so, but he was glad he had been there from the start, because the thought of Sherlock having to take this on by himself was unbearable.
And it seemed he had gotten a little closer to getting over it. Because he had actually admitted to him he was feeling terrible. And that was the first step to getting beter, right?
Greg looked back at Sherlock, keeping their gazes locked and then nodded shortly in recognition. He wasn't going to comment on it or anything, he didn't wan't to make him pull back again.
"I'll order some soup for you, alright?" He should be able to keep that much down for the time being. "Any preferences?" he added, standing in the doorway and running a hand through his sleep-rumbled hair.

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Sherlock was looking at him. He felt weak and horrible. "Ahh anything." He didn't really care. He was shaking. The detective was shivering. He wasnt used to feeling sick and miserable. He knew even when it happened he didn't get used to it.
He looked to Lestrade. He knew the man was trying to help him feel better.
The detective lay back and tried to relax. He was in pain and he groaned curling up.
Sherlock wasn't finding it easy. He knew Lestrade didn't like seeing him like this either. He was breathing deeply.
Though he knew he was going to need something to do. He couldn't take how long it was going to take him to recover.
Time always wore slowly for Sherlock when he was sick or injured.
"Ugh I hate this." Sherlock grumbled a bit. He was so sweaty from the pain.

[Rhapsody]

"Alright." Greg answered. It was a little worrying for Sherlock not to care about what he was eating. Far as he knew, the man didn't eat often but was rather picky when he did eat. Greg glanced out the door into the living room, then looked back at Sherlock for a moment, observing. He was shaking, Greg could see that from here he stood. Their eyes met and Lestrade wasn't sure whether avert his eyes, or hold his.
Sherlock lay back and almost immediately groaned in pain, curling up and breathing deeply to relax himself. Greg realized the other man probably didn't want him to watch him like that, so he turned his head and stepped out of the room, heading for the living room and pulling out his phone, to place their order. Then he answered some of the messages he had gotten from Donovan, not calling her back though. He wasn't up for finding all kinds of believable excuses while trying to hide what had actually happened. The woman always got curious when it came to Sherlock, eager to find faults in the man. Not that Greg could say anything against that, Sherlock certainly had never been anything close to nice to her and he didn't seem to mind the reaction he got. Since it was the reaction he got from most, if not all people. John was, of course, one of the few exceptions there. Greg himself had never been the type to get mean when maddened or reply alike. And he had learned over time, that Sherlock was just being himself. They got along just fine as long as Greg didn't let the comments to get to him too much. Which didn't always work, of course, but most of the time.
Some minutes had passed when he stepped back into the room and looked at Sherlock. "The food will be here soon. Can I do anything for you?"

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Sherlock was just feeling too miserable. He wasn't hungry enough to care what he ate. He just knew that he needed to eat to make Lestrade happy. He was not feeling too well really. He hoped that would go away. He had been through a rough time.
He groaned and found it hard to get comfortable.
The detective was shivering a bit. "Ok" He said in reponse to hearing the food was ordered. It was clear he was only going to eat to please Lestrade as he didn't sound all that interested in food. He knew he hardly ate as it was.
Sherlock was looking at him, He wasn't sure what he wanted to be done for him. It seemed everything was making him miserable, He also knew that John would probably text or ring him to see how he was going with the case. He sighed as he heard his phone go. He see's a text from John.

How is the case going assuming you have one - JW
Sherlock looked at the text and sighed. He knew John had been going to ask. Long as John didn't think there was anything wrong. He replied.

Its fine- SH
Sherlock hoped that John wouldnt want more and end up ringing. He looked at Lestrade. "Another blanket maybe." He replied.

[Rhapsody]

Nursing the man back to health when he had been sick had been nothing compared to this. Back then had already been quite the hard task, since Sherlock was still his usualy stubborn and pride self even with a fever and barely any voice. But that he had managed to handle. It had not been the first time he had taken care of a sick person, even if this one had been a particularly difficult one.
But seeing Sherlock so obviously miserable, not even trying to hide it or play it off or anything, that was what really worried Lestrade. He had not let himself think of the possibility, but slowly he began to wonder just how close Moriarty had come that day to breaking Sherlock. Because from what he could seen it had been pretty damned close. And Greg had no idea how to fix this kind of thing. Especially not with Sherlock.
He watched the other man with his phone and instinctively knew by the expression on his face that the text he was answering was from John. The men were so close that people thought they were a couple, which they were now, Greg was assured of that. And it seemed it told him everything he needed to know that Sherlock did not want John to know about any of this. Even though chances were high that John was probably the only person who would ever be able to hepl Sherlock recover. Because the way things were going, Greg didn't seemed to be getting anywhere.
He nodded at the request of another blanket and headed into the living room, snatching up the blanket that lay on the couch, then went back into Sherlocks room, spreading the blanket over the one Sherlock was using. "You are cold?" he asked, wondering at the same time what else he could to, or get, to help with that.

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Sherlock sighed and leaned back a bit agaisnt the pillows. He hoped that John wouldn't ring. He closed his eyes as his head was aching. He knew Lestrade was worried. He didn't want to worry anybody.
He knew that he didn't know how long it would take to get better.
Though it didn't take long for the phone to ring. It was John.
The detective groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He hoped Lestrade would say something so John didn't suspect anything was wrong.
"Yeah I am cold a bit." He replied.
He was not enjoying being stuck in bed. He felt very awful. He was breathing heavily.
The detective groaned and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling miserable.

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"Pain meds." Greg suddenly said [really hoping I'm not missing anythin here and we've already been there] and watched as Sherlock groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He was ignoring what was obviosuly John on his phone and that was probably the most worrying thing he had yet to seen him do. While none of them could ever be sure to actually reach him, even if they were standing next to him they sometimes had the feeling none of them actually did, at least to Greg it had always seemed like John was te big exception there. He could be wrong of course, but the times he saw the two of them together, Sherlock was being, in hiw own twisted way, way nicer to john than he had ever been to anyone else. And Lestrade had known him for a while.
"I'll go get you those blankets and some pain medicine. Maybe that will help a little." he announced and headed out into the living room, collecting some blankets from the couch and then heading back right away. He spread them out over Sherlock, pulling it up, over Sherlocks head, just like the covers and couldn't help but smirk at it. "I'll be right back." he said and stepped away from the bed, headng into the bathroom and sorting through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for. Greg got a glass of water from the kitchen and went back into Sherlocks bedroom. "Take these." he told him and sat down at the edge of the bed, waiting for Sherlock to crawl out from under his covers.

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Sherlock was looking at him. He was sure that may help, he just was still trying to be strong. He knew that Lestrade would respect his wishes about not telling John. At least he hoped. He was looking at him. He groaned and closed his eyes.
"Ok.......," he replied. He didn't really like been in bed and having people fuss over him. It made him feel weak. He knew he needed help. The detective hoped that he would soon be well enough to move around more. That depended on his injures.
"Mmm ok." He replied taking the pills and gulping down water. He seemed to not be saying much.
Sherlock was drainned and he didn't know what to say.
The dective felt warmer under all his blankets. He coughed a bit.

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Greg sighed and watched the other man cuddled in under his blankets, almost looking like he was hiding. He took the empty glass and having seen how SHerlock had been gulping the water down, he got up and went to refill it. He was pretty much clueless as to what to do to help the man. Sure, John would be able to get him back together, probably even in no time at all. But he had promised not to call the friend, and Sherlock was an intelligent man. He was aware that John could be doing much more that Greg here, but he hadn't told him anything, so he obviously didn't want him to see him like this.
Returning to the room, he placed the glass of water on the bedside table and sat down at the edge of the bed. "Feeling a little better, yet?" he asked softly, eyes fixed on the man under the blankets. Seeing the proud, arrogant Sherlock like this... Greg couldn't stand it. "Look,.." he started, not really sure what he wanted to say. "I.. I really want to help you. But it doesn't seem like I am actually doing anything right here. Maybe you shoud consider telling John after all, he knows..." he trailed off, not sure whether he wanted to say 'he knows you a lot better than I do.' or just 'he knows what to do in these kind of situations.'
Greg sighed again and turned around, looking out of the window. The weather had worsened. It was still daytime but the clouds made it seem like late afternoon, if not evening. Just kind of more grey and depressing. He was sure it would start raining soon. He would have to show up at work sometime again as well. And it seemed Sherlock was in no condition to help out, which said a lot about his condition and only made Greg worry about him that much more. "If you want to be left alone for a while, I would understand. You just have to tell me and I will leave, for now." he offered, not really being earnest, because he really didn't want that, but still.

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Sherlock was looking at him. He seemed to be relaxed. "I don't know how I feel." He admited. The detective was looking at Lestrade. "I just want to be better, This is so boring!!" He complained. Sherlock didn't seem patient anymore.
The detective knew that John would be able to help. He could see that Lestrade was rather worried.
"If it makes you feel better, call John" He whispered, He knew John would be worried from his vague text.
The detective hoped that either John would calm down and not worry so much , or that he could handle John knowing.
Sherlock didn't seem well enough to do much yet.