Luckily for Sherlock, (and John) they both survived the night, and John took Sherlock to the clinic. John was right, of course, about the injuries (except the arm, which was just severely bruised), and prescribed rest – and lots of it.
“Rest is boring,” Sherlock complained.
“Pain is worse,” John assured him.
Finally Sherlock agreed to rest. At least until the next case came along. Which wasn’t that long.
There was an urgent knocking on the door about three days after the injury.
“Well, he’s been arrested,” Lestrade says as he entered, referring to the man who had ordered Sherlock’s bashing.
“Really?” Sherlock said, disinterested.
Lestrade sighed. “Yeah.”
“But that’s not all. A telephone call could have told me that. Why are you here?”
“A case.”
Sherlock sat up. “Ah.”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
Lestrade was about to respond when Avery entered the room.
“What was that knocking?” she complained, rubbing her head.
“Avery?” Lestrade asked surprised.
She grinned. “Lestrade!”
They hugged. John had noticed that Avery was a very huggy person.
“There’s a case?” She asked.
“Yep.”
For some reason, Lestrade seemed a lot happier talking to Avery than Sherlock – and John couldn’t blame him. Sherlock really was a pain sometimes.
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The Third Holmes - A Sherlock Fanfic
Fanfiction[Contains JohnLock] Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. The two brilliant, emotionless, sociopathic brothers. But there's another Holmes. A female Holmes. Enter Avery Holmes - the brilliant, crazy sister - the Third Holmes.
