(sorry this is short)
“If you die, I’m going to kill you,” growled Mycroft, pulling the wounded inspector out of the river.
“Could say the same thing, ‘bout you,” mumbled Greg, laugh cut off by a wince. “Got your suit wet.”
“I’ll send you the dry cleaning bill,” said Mycroft, looking down and realizing his mobile had gotten soaked as well. “Come on.” He heaved Greg up in his arms and carried him towards the road, knowing he’d be spotted on the cameras and help would come.