#unsaid things

Fact is, you and Greg have known each other for quite some time now and you're also the reason for most of the grey hairs of his. But he'd never tell you and blame it on Sherlock instead. You also met because of the mentioned consulting detective. You were the niece of the lovely Mrs Hudson and popped in from time to time. It was only a matter of time until you met Greg. It wasn't like you were trying to get yourself into situations like this. But being friends with Sherlock and having the urge to always get to the bottom of things had this effect.

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You were leaning against a street lamp and your eyes were getting heavier when finally the Inspector pulled up in his car. "Hey, how do you feel?" Finally, you could lower your phone. "I am fine. Thanks to the adrenaline." "What happened?" He asked while slowly walking you to the ambulance that had just arrived. "Well, I was on my way to get a coffee, when the burglar stormed out of the house right into me. I stumbled on the street and was hit by a car. The driver is on the run, by the way. And then after a second of shock, I knocked out the burglar." "You are crazy." "I know. And that's what you like about me." "I would also like you if you were living in a more peaceful way." "But that just wouldn't be me. You'd hate me since I would be very annoying then. I enjoy the adrenaline." When you were only a few feet away from the vehicle, you noticed something in your back. The guy tried to run away from the incompetent officers. "Nah, I didn't almost die for you getting away with it." With the last power you had, you ran after him, past the confused officers. Incompetence at his best...

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"Stop giving me heart attacks," Greg said when you made your way back to him. "Then you should make sure that the officers get better. That's such an embarrassment for England. What would Mycroft say?" You laughed, which ended in a lot of coughing. "Hey, breathe," Greg muttered worried. You couldn't answer because your vision went black. Before you could hit the ground, Greg was able to catch you.

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"Does she have family?" The doctor asked. "Yes, an aunt." "She should come. We can't be sure if she makes it through the night." "What do you mean you're not sure?" "She's not stable enough to bring her into surgery. We have to wait until tomorrow. Otherwise it will be her death." Greg had to sit down. Last time he saw you, it was all fun and you talked about some stupid TV show. Something he didn't know to appreciate at that time. And now, he wished he would've listened more closely. He remembered how excited you were but he was thinking about something entirely different then. He should've listened to you. Maybe even asking some questions. And now he didn't know if he had the chance to make it right again.

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"Can I see her?" "Only when her aunt says yes. Do you wanna call her and should we call her?" "I will do that. Don't worry."

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"Mrs Hudson?" "Lestrade, so nice to hear from you. Are you alright?" "I'm calling because of your niece." "Oh, did she get in trouble again? I always tell her to stop that. One day, she'll end up in jail because of that." "Mrs Hudson," he interrupted her. "She's in the hospital. The doctor said that you should come over. They don't know if she'll survive the night. It's serious." He was nearly crying. How could it happen so suddenly?

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It was in the middle of the night, but he couldn't let go of you. Mrs Hudson had left some hours ago. He had never seen her like this before. All pale and not knowing what to say. Visiting hours had ended a long time ago but for the first time, he used his name for private matters. He was clinging to your hand, which was getting colder and colder by each passing hour.

"Hey, hotshot, you have to wake up. Because if you just die, it wouldn't be fair," he whispered. His tears were falling down on your fingers. "I mean, you made me fall for you and didn't give me the chance to tell you. Don't let it end like this. Please."

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He woke up some hours later, with his head on you abdomen. He must've passed out from exhaustion. His head felt like it would explode any second and his eyes were burning from the lights.

Nothing had changed. Your eyes were still closed. You looked like you'd wake up any second. He's never been a believer but he caught himself praying to God. He prayed for a wonder. A little, tiny wonder.

Just one last wonder.

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