The signs of death

Mycrofts Phone Call

As he took the third needle, I realized i didn't even know his name. So I asked.

'What's your name?' 'Really Sherlock, you are dying and this is what you ask?' 'Well, I at least want to know who killed me.' The camera man seemed to think about it, but then he smiled, 'Nah, you would probably find a way to transmit the agents or whoever will find you, my name. But if you really want to call me something. Then call me John.'

I glared at him. I wasn't going to call my killer the same name as my only friend. He was about to give me my 4th shot when something buzzed. He looked confused.

'It's my phone, idiot.' He looked angry. 'Where is it?' 'My jacket.'

I couldn't help but smirk at his uncertainties as he stuck his hand in my jacket. He took out the phone and looked at the caller.

'Who is it?' I asked. 'It is some guy named Mycroft. What kind of name is that?'

Mycroft? My brother was calling? Why would he do that?

'That, my ignorant friend, is the most important person in the English government and in whatever else he got himself tangled in. And also my brother. I would advice you to let me talk to him, or he'll probably send some man to look where i am.'

The camera man, and soon to be murderer didn't seem sure but, 'One wrong word, one hint and i'll tell my men to kill John. You are to tell him you are in your flat, safe and well, maybe a little drunk.' He untied one of my hands and gave me my phone.

I dialed my brother's number and it didn't take long before he answered.

Mycroft: Sherlock!! Where are you!! John told me you suddenly left!! He is worried!!

I couldn't help but grin at this.

Sherlock: I was getting tipsy and decided to go home I didn't want to destroy the fun. Tell John not to worry and enjoy the party.

Mycroft: Are you sure you're fine? You don't usually get drunk unless you want to.

I knew I only had one chance to get this right. I needed to give my brother an unnoticed message so he knew something was wrong and he would go and protect John and maybe save my life. And that's when it hit me. When I was a small child and got distressed, I would tell my brother one sentence, no one would know something was wrong, only he would understand.

Sherlock: I was fine yesterday, I am fine today and I'll be fine tomorrow. Go to the party. Talk to John, have some fun. You are too stressed out.

Silence on the other side of the line. Had my brother understood, would he check on John? All i wanted to hear now was one sentence, that one sentence that meant he had understood it.

Mycroft: I agree, and I am certainly happy for you. I'll give John your regards.

Mycroft hung up and i gave the camera man my phone, hiding my smile from him. It would be alright. If Mycroft was there, John would be safe.

PS: I don't own anything but the things that aren't in Sherlock. All the rest is owned by BBC, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat and the rest of their crew.