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Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

The take-off had gone off without a hitch and half the practice display but when I started seeing a warning light, I radioed the air tower about coming into land and then received warning about my landing gear not working. I kept my swearing off the radio and came down onto the runway skidding on the belly of the aircraft, sparks and metal scattering everywhere, the noise deafening me.

Flight Lt. John Watson

I had received the call that there would be a difficult landing on the airfield. I loaded up my team, with Bill driving the ambo and we rushed to the field. We arrived just as the aircraft was skidding down the runway. We followed the Fire Brigade out to where the plane had come to a rest, all lights & sirens. We exited the ambo with our gear and waited as the Fire Brigade cleared the scene.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I heard the sirens from the emergency services and pushed up on the canopy until it was halfway open. My upper arm hurt to put weight on, but I pushed myself up and out, swinging round to slide down the side of the stationery aircraft. My face was scratched to hell with small cuts, glass all over me with my suit cut and torn.

Flight Lt. John Watson

Through the smoke, I see Greg pop out of the cockpit. "Jesus, Greg! Wait there and let them get you down!" I shout over the noise.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I hear John shouting at me but collapse down onto the floor, coughing with the smoke and I was dragged away by two firemen holding me under each arm. It was hard to react at all with all the noise and then I had the doctor down at my level.

Flight Lt. John Watson

The firefighters set get out on the stretcher and my assistant and I start taking his vitals, with Bill at his head talking to Greg to keep him awake. "What the hell did you do this time, Lestrade?" Bill quips. "Shut the fuck up Murray, he doesn't need you annoying the shit out of him right now." Bill squints his eyes at me, open his mouth but at my look closes it with a smirk. "Just looks like a few scratches, Greg. Do you have any pain anywhere?"

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"The top of my arm and I didn't do fuck all. Landing gear wouldn't deploy." I grumbled at Bill and let them put a line in, give me some fluids as well as an oxygen mask. It wasn't as scary as some of the other problems I'd been having but still scary none the less.

Flight Lt. John Watson

I palpate his shoulder area and his upper arm and he winces. "Yep. We'll need an x-ray of that, for sure." I look at Bill. "Let's get him into the ambo and back to the clinic." Together, Bill and I get Greg lifted into the back of the ambulance and Bill climbs up front to drive. I get Greg's tubes and IVs organized, checking on him again. "Any theories on what went wrong?"

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"I have no idea, everything was fine on the preflight checks." I tried to relax my arm onto my chest as I sat back and spoke through an oxygen mask. I knew Mycroft would be notified, this becoming something of a regular occurrence.

Flight Lt. John Watson

"Hmmm. Well I'm sure they'll figure it out. That's a big piece of hardware to lose. Going to cost just a couple quid to repair that." The corner of my mouth turns up, teasing.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I roll my eyes with a small smirk of my own, a bump in the road back to base causing me to hiss in pain at my arm. I met John's eyes about him giving me some pain relief if this journey was going to take much longer.

Flight Lt. John Watson

"Oi! Watch the bumps, Murray!" I shout to the front. "We're almost there Greg." I try and reassure him, using a syringe to add a little morphine to his IV.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Thanks mate. feels like someone up there has it out for me." I relax again when I feel the pain ease off and my last accident was only 3 weeks ago or so. I was still recovering from a bruised breastbone and a small gash on my arm.

Flight Lt. John Watson

Bill pulls us smoothly up to the front doors of the clinic and then goes ‘round to open the back doors of the ambo, climbing in to help me wheel Greg out and inside. We get Greg situated in a room, with a nurse just taking him for an x-ray. "Is there anyone you want me to call?" I ask as we move down the hall.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Do I even have to ask, John?" I smirk a little dazed as the morphine takes affect and its a lot more comfortable to lie against the pillows on the stretcher. I could feel my eyes wanting to shut to sleep but the lights of the hospital area were flicking everywhere.

Flight Lt. John Watson

“Got it.” I give him a grin and head for the nurse’s station as he’s wheeled away for his x-ray.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I finally manage to shut my eyes as I’m wheeled through to x-ray and let the nurse maneuver my arm in any way she wanted.


Flight Lt. John Watson

Reaching the desk, I log into the computer and pull up Greg’s info, finding his emergency contact info quickly. I had gone in and changed it recently trading my own name to Mycroft Holmes’ name. He and Greg had been seeing one another for a short while, but it seemed to be getting serious. I picked up the phone and dialed the number, letting it ring.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I reach into my pocket when I hear my phone ring. "Holmes here," I answer.

Flight Lt. John Watson

“Hey, Mycroft. It’s John Watson. From the base?” I start slowly.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Yes, Dr. Watson. What can I do for you?"

Flight Lt. John Watson

“Well, Greg’s has an accident.” I rub the back of my head, scratching my fingers through my hair. “He’s going to be alright.” I add quickly.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I take a deep breath. "Accident? Engine trouble again?" Last month, his plane's engine had stalled, causing him to have to land the dead plane roughly. Luckily, it only resulted in a few scrapes and bruises. "How bad is it? You wouldn't have called if he wasn't badly injured..."

Flight Lt. John Watson

“Landing gear this time. And it’s his shoulder. He’s gone down for an x-ray. I’ll know more once the X-ray comes through.”

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I look over today's agenda. "Let me make a few calls. I should be there in 30 minutes," I reply. "Thank you, John."

Flight Lt. John Watson

"You're welcome." I hang up and start going over Greg's vitals in his chart on the computer, waiting for the x-ray to come through and be added to it.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I spend a few minutes briefing Anthea, so that she may rearrange and reschedule my commitments for the next few days, then head to the hospital on base.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

The x-ray was over in a few minutes and I was then wheeled back to a small cubicle, the curtain pulled across for my privacy where I was still in my red suit with the arrow logo on my chest. My had been put in a temporary sling to help the pain and I was dozing away with the morphine still going.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I speak to the young woman at the desk, giving her my information and being given a visitor pass, as well as Greg's location. I head toward his room to find him

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I cracked an eye open with a lot of will power when I heard the curtain being pulled back and footsteps, my brain immediately thinking of John bringing the news of my x-ray. I then recognised the cologne, the dark grey suit and shut my eye again only to smirk to myself.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Hello, Gregory," I walk to his side and stroke his cheek. "John tells me there was another accident."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I drop my smirk a little and sigh as he stroked my cheek and opened my eyes properly, my good hand lifting to hold onto his arm. "Another bumpy landing it seems where my landing gear didn't deploy. I swear everything was fine on preflight checks." I explained softly yet my mouth was dry from sleeping with my mouth open.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Once might be an accident, but twice? I am beginning to have my doubts." I took a seat on the edge of the bed beside him. "Perhaps you should stay grounded for a bit..."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"I'll have to stay grounded if my arm is fractured but I'm not letting a few accidents get in the way of my flying career. We've got major air shows this year and we need to get the practice in." I looked over at him and I hadn't told John exactly what Mycroft did other than that he used to be a pilot. It’s what got us talking in the first place.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"While I understand, I am not keen on thinking every time you go up, you're putting yourself and others at unnecessary risk, Gregory," I say quietly to him. "If there is a fracture, you will be grounded for at least 6 weeks... longer if Dr. Watson recommends it."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I put my head back again and know he's right but don't want to say it aloud, "You know what you were getting yourself into when you went out with me, Myc. I can’t change who I am." I said softly and thought we were going to have to have that conversation.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"I'm not asking you to. I am merely suggesting that some investigation is needed. To ensure your safety, and that of your team."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"You think that something else is going on here?" I frown over at him as he ropes his fingers through my good hand and my heart rate relaxes with his reassurance. He always did know how to do that just with a few words.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"I don't know. But I believe it warrants examination, don't you?"

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I think a moment before answering, "Well, yes and no. It could just be a simple malfunction both times that couldn't have been picked up beforehand. but then it could also be that someone is either not reporting it when it is found or making the problem themselves."

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"You're going to be grounded anyway. At least this way, you can keep yourself occupied," I smile at him and squeeze his good hand.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"You're reminding me that I’m gonna have more time on my hands now that I’m grounded to spend it however I choose. I could catch up on some series on Netflix, take a walk through the park." I grin back at him as I knew what he was also hinting at. We only got most of the weekends together with my busy flying schedule but also his.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Among other things, I suppose," I can't help but grin. Obviously, the pain medication has taken effect. "You know how you get when you can't fly. I was that way once, remember?"

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Yeah, yeah I know. Come here." I roll my eyes playfully and take my good hand away to wave him over. I cup his face as he bends down, and I encourage his lips to mine, the small bump on my head rubbing against Mycroft's but it was something I could ignore for now.

Flight Lt. John Watson

The x-rays had finally been uploaded to Greg's file and I walked down the hall to his room, carrying a tablet with the info on it. The radiologist had a chance to look at them and added their notes. I step into the room, to find Mycroft leaning over Greg, kissing him softly. I clear my throat, rapping lightly on the door with my knuckles.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

I sit up quickly, a little red in the face, to see John standing in the doorway with a cheeky grin.

"News, Dr. Watson?"

Flight Lt. John Watson

"Umm... yeah. The X-ray's come back. Looks like a clean break of the upper humerus. It's high, up under the head of the bone, where it fits into the shoulder socket." I turn the tablet with the x-ray on the screen, so they can see. "That's why you were having pain in your shoulder."

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"How long do you think he will be grounded?

Flight Lt. John Watson

"Well, he'll have to be in a shoulder cast.... and keep his arm immobile. Once the cast is off... he'll have physical therapy. But we won't know for sure until the cast is off." I nod a bit, looking between them.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I was a little upset that I'd be grounded for at least two months but smiled through it none the less. "I'm sure I'll be alright once the cast is off. Good as new if it's only a clean break." I said with ease.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"It's getting through those two months that will be the challenge," I frown a little. "Do you have any details on what happened, John? Hear anything worthwhile?"

Flight Lt. John Watson

"On the crash? No, I haven't. Been dealing with a few difficult patients." I give them a thin smile. "I'll send the nurse into get you started on that cast. Let me know if you need anything."

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Thanks, John," I nod as he turns to leave.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Thanks John." I nodded with a smile and sighed when he left, letting my emotions show as the silence drops in the cubicle. My mind was reeling with who could be potentially sabotaging our aircraft, what I was going to tell the team and what the hell I was going to do for two months.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Do you have someone on the team who can keep up with training?" I ask gently. I know he hates giving up that bit of control, but being grounded, it's not like he's going to have much choice.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Yeah." I mutter quietly and know he can empathise with me and its why I’m glad he's here with me right now. The nurse then comes in to sort of my cast, it being a little more restricting that I had once thought, and the top bit of my suit had to be lowered to tie around my waist just showing my white shirt underneath, my arm in a sling and my face cleaned of blood from small scrapes/cuts.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"They'll want you to stay at least overnight, and I think you should," I give his good hand a squeeze. "When they're ready to release you, you are welcome to stay with me. At least until you get the cast off. It's difficult to manage a household with one hand." Bonus is it gets him away from the base, so if something is going on, he will be away from it.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"I’m not staying here overnight – you and John know how much I hate this place." I grimace at the thought with the other sort of patients that come through here. I won’t get any sleep, my eyes pleading at Myc for him to take me back to his. Off base. I lived on base in my own quarters but even that wasn't very homey.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"You're on IV pain medication. They won't let you leave until you've been off it for a while. Tomorrow morning won't kill you," I kiss him lightly on the forehead. "Then you will have my full attention for the remainder of the week."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"I can take pills or oral morphine or something. And I'm surprised you're going against having me all to yourself." I wave with my good hand as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and look up at him with a small smile.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"I have a few things to take care of first. Best for you to stay here where John can keep an eye on you."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Or I can go explain to my team what's going to be going on for the next two months while I'm out of action. Won't mention anything about an investigation of course." I scrunch up my nose a little, tilting my head.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"You can talk to them tomorrow," I scowl at him. "I insist you stay here overnight."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Is that an order?" I raise an eyebrow at his scowl and the pair of us were as stubborn as one another. I try to look at him with light eyes, my good hand resting on his crossed arms.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"Does it need to be? Even retired, I believe I outrank you..." I say sternly, but with a smile.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I snort and shake my head, sighing in defeat. "I will only stay here until 07 hundred hours and then I will have to leave. Get a few things from my room and then update the team." I said lightly.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"You may leave when the staff says you can. Not one moment sooner."

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"Or what?" I started to grin with my tongue in between my teeth, it always being that I was teasing him. He never really reminded me that he's higher in rank apart from when I asked him to or when I needed defending.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"You will sleep alone," I reply with a grin.

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

I shake my head and drop my eyes, that being a bad enough punishment to get me to do anything. "Fine, fine, I'll stay until John says I can go. And as soon as that is, you better pick me up as soon as I text you." I warned.

Mycroft Holmes, Ministry of Defense

"I will either pick you up personally, or have Anthea get you," I nod in agreement. "Now you need to let the staff get your cast sorted and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow."

I give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Behave yourself,"

Wing Commander Gregory Lestrade RAF

"That'll be hard without you around, but I'll see you tomorrow. Don't miss me too much." I grin at his little kiss and reach over with my good hand to pinch his arse before he made a swift exit around other patients coming in.