[whitechapel/sherlock xover] h/c in a way
Emotional Rescue
As Miles was going up the last few steps, he could hear an exasperated voice saying, "Sherlock, please."
He entered the hallway and saw two men in front of Joe's door. One was bent over, trying to jimmy the lock, while the other was standing behind him, arms crossed, a bag from Tesco's hanging from his fingers. A beaten leather bag was lying on the floor between them. It was he who noticed Miles first and winced. "This doesn't look good," he mumbled and shot Miles a wry smile.
The man at the door paused a moment and then said, "Oh," before he straightened up. He turned around, and scrambled for something in his pocket.
"Hey!" Miles raised his eyebrows, automatically reaching for his weapon, when the stranger pulled out a police badge. Frowning, Miles let his coat down again.
"Just knock on the bloody door," the one with the Tesco bag said.
"You're DS Miles," the tall one said and did as his partner told him. They sized each other up until someone's cell phone announced an incoming message. "That'd be me," the tall one said and fished a sleek smart phone out of his pocket. In the meantime, the shorter one offered Miles a hand. "John. This is Sherlock."
"Miles," Miles offered. Just as he was about to ask what they were doing here, John said, "I'm his doctor." Miles was about to call bullshit, when one called Sherlock made a huffing sound.
"Well?" John asked. "Is he opening the door or what?"
His friend tapped a finger against his phone. "Says, 'too much effort.'"
Miles rolled his eyes and pushed between the two. He had a key, after all. "If you two clowns would step aside." He went ahead when they let him pass and unlocked the door.
The two men pressed in after him and that they knew their way around the flat was enough to show Miles they didn't mean any harm. John went to the fridge and shifted stuff around until he could fit the whole Tesco bag inside. The other man, Sherlock, had taken up the beaten leather bag and walked towards the bedroom. He halted in the doorway, indecisive.
"We brought milk," he said like it mattered.
Miles came up behind him and found his DI sitting in bed, propped up on pillows, looking sick. He was, very uncharacteristically, wearing a dark blue hoodie. Miles waved and nodded at his boss in greeting.
"Miles," Joe mumbled and pushed back the covers. "What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to see how you're doing. You left rather suddenly."
"Didn't feel too hot," Joe admitted.
"Undoubtedly," Sherlock told Miles, sounding very impatient and scolding. "It's quite obvious he has a fever." Then he turned his head and shouted for his friend, "John!"
John came round with a glass of water and took the leather bag. "Let's have some privacy here, shall we?" he said, but Sherlock wasn't moving, so neither did Miles.
"Please?" Joe asked then.
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And that was that! I did want to change it a bit...