Slick Cement

Sick

*Sherlock POV*

"Redbeard, come back over here."

He looks up at me, running back across the grass to me.

"Drop it."

Molly picks up the ball that he brought back, chucking it back towards the field. Redbeard takes off again, catching it in the air before running back. He sits down, dropping a slobber covered ball at my feet. I pick it up, throwing it for him.

"So how did you train him the way that you did?"

I grab the ball again, chucking it further than usual.

"Carefully. It took me about a year to get to this point, we're working on something new right now."

"What is it?"

"Do you want to see?"

"Yes."

I wait until Redbeard is jogging back over before I yell for him, dropping to lie in the grass. Redbeard lets the ball fall to the ground, sprinting to Molly and grabbing the corner of my coat. He starts barking, running half way to me and back to Molly. She follows him back to me, smiling when I sit up.

"So he's just learning work stuff right now?"

"No, he knows some tricks as well. Watch this..."

She backs up when I ask her to, watching closely.

"Go hide, I'll hold him."

Molly runs off after I grab his collar, sitting down behind a tree.

"Redbeard, find Molly."

I hold out her purse to his nose, giving him a few seconds to sniff it before releasing his collar. He darts off, nose to the ground. I watch him work, trying to find Molly. It only takes a few minutes of searching for him to find her, tugging my coat sleeve to pull her out from behind the tree. She runs back with him, both of them sitting in the grass beside me. I lie down, head propped up on my elbow. Molly starts throwing the ball for Redbeard again, watching him chase after it. He brings it back every time, dropping it at her feet.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

I look up to see Molly walking closer, a look of concern on her face.

"Whats wrong Sherlock?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You look pale, like you're getting sick."

"Oh. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

I tip my head back, fighting a sudden wave of nausea.

"Sherlock?"

"Need to lie down."

Molly helps me sit down, gently guiding me to lie in her lap.

"What's wrong?"

"Redbeard, come here."

Redbeard comes over to me, nudging his way under my arm.

"Do you need to leave? I can walk you home if you need me to."

"Not my house."

"Do you want to come back with me?"

"Yes."

She helps me up, sliding her arm around my waist.

"Come on, its okay. Lean on me a tad bit."

We walk slowly down the street to her house, I'm feeling worse by the minute.

"Redbeard, heel."

He runs to my side, keeping pace with us easily.

"Sherlock, breathe. You're okay. How do you feel?"

"I'm dizzy, my vision is tripping out."

"Sit down."

Molly stops walking, making me sit down on the pavement.

"Can you lie down Sherlock? Let me call your brother."

I lie down, calling Redbeard back to my side. Molly pulls my cell from my trousers pocket, putting in the passcode I gave her last night.

"Its Molly again...No, he's not...Yes, I'm with him...We do have the dog...He is awake, yes...About half way down main street...Close to John's house...Ill call him next....No, I made him sit down...Yes, Redbeard is lying under his arm...He just started barking at me...Here, talk to him. He's still awake."

Molly holds the cell against my ear, trying to shush Redbeard.

"Sherlock? Talk to me, what happened?"

"I don't know. I don't feel well."

"I'm on my way over, don't do anything you will regret later."

He hangs up, and I push the cell back to Molly.

"I'm going to call John now, is that okay?"

"Yeah. Its fine."

"Okay, I'm calling him now. His house isnt too far, so he should get here before Mycroft."

I nod, reaching a hand out for hers.

"How do you feel?"

"About the same. Its getting worse though."

"Hold on. You're going to be okay"