By: round_robin

The anger inside of John boiled higher as he watched Sherlock sway on his feet. Lestrade had his arm around the detective—steadying him—as he walked them up to the office. “Just a few reports need your signature as a consultant. Because it was such a long case, but you know how it goes.”

“Mmm,” Sherlock nodded, eyes barely staying open as Lestrade guided him up the stairs.

Yes, John thought. It really was a long fucking case.

It started two weeks ago. Actually, sixteen days. Sixteen days ago, Sherlock took this stupid case. The case that sent them across London—twice daily—and down to Cardiff. Four fucking times. The case itself wasn’t even that complicated (or memorable) things were just so damn confusing.

It was a simple insurance fraud case. Plus seventeen different beneficiaries, all claiming single inheritance. Plus eight different versions of the will (three forged). Plus three different law firms handling the eight versions of the will. Plus two of the beneficiaries hiring their own private detectives to refute Sherlock’s findings, and one beneficiary hiring a gang of thugs to beat the information out of Sherlock. It was the very definition of a clusterfuck.

But the worst part? Worse than the three hundred quid in taxis that Yard now had to reimburse them for. Worse than the two cases against Sherlock and John for unlawful search, and stalking. No. Those were fine. If that was all they had to deal with, John would walk naked through the streets, singing with joy at the top of his lungs. Anything but this. Anything but the fact that during those sixteen days (sixteen days, nine hours, forty minutes) Sherlock had neither slept nor ate.

Well, he slept just enough to keep himself running—which still wasn’t enough, barely three hours of every twenty-four—but the eating. That was the big concern.

John and Sherlock are on a case, and usually their cases have a three day turn around.  This time, however, it takes over two weeks.  Over two weeks in which Sherlock wastes away, not realizing how intensely ill he has become due to lack of sleep and malnourishment.  This fic has everything!  BAMF!John (at least in the beginning), Doctor!John, fluff, smut, slash, angst.

Rated Mature, 5485 Words.

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