Grace

I had woke up in the middle of the night with a pounding headache and my hands were shaking so bad I felt as though I was going to shake apart.

Sherlock had his arm around my waist and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Slowly I lifted his arm up as I got out of bed. I turned back to look at him kissing his forehead before I left to go into the kitchen. Quickly I climbed onto the counter. Sherlock was starting to realize what was going on so he began to throw away the bottles in the fridge. Though he left the ones in the high cabinet alone. After grabbing one full bottle I went to grab another one but my hands were shaking so bad, I dropped it, shattering it on the floor.

"Shit!" I thought as I climbed down moving all the glass so I could sit down as I popped the lid off the bottle and started drinking.

"Grace," I heard someone gasp and I knew it was Sherlock. Tears began to fill my eyes as I slowly turned around looking at his shocked face.

"I think I need help, Sherlock." I cried and Sherlock quickly rushed over to me jumping over the glass as he grabbed the bottle from my hands. Slowly he looked down at my hands that were shaking.

"God Grace," He gasped as he set the bottle on the floor as he grabbed my hands and brought them up to his lips. "I should have known," His voice cracked. "I should have gotten rid of all the bottles."

"I can't stop seeing him and hearing him and feeling his hands on my skin." I cried. "I'm going crazy."

"How can I help?" He asked.

"I don't know, but the scotch the scotch helps…" I stuttered as I reached for the bottle.

"No Grace, no more." Sherlock said as he tried to get me to stand up.

"I need it!" I screamed as I shoved him.

"Grace stop." Sherlock said as he grabbed my waist.

"Don't touch me," I growled and he backed away eyes wide that when I took my change and lunged for the bottle. But I wasn't as fast as Sherlock and he had already grabbed the bottle throwing it before I was even close. It hit the wall and shattered sending glass shards everywhere.

"I will not lose you again!" Sherlock screamed causing me to freeze.

Quickly Sherlock stood up and grabbed all the bottles from the cabinet throwing them at the wall.

"No!" I screamed.

Before he threw the last bottle he held it out in front of me.

"You are stronger than this, I know you, this is not going to beat you, you can fight this."

"I can't!" I cried as I reached for the bottle which Sherlock quickly threw at the wall.

"That was the last bottle there is no more alcohol in this house." Sherlock snapped.

"I can go get more." I growled getting face to face with Sherlock.

"Grace please let me help you."

"I need it, nothing else is going to make his voice go away." I cried as I looked down at my shaking hands.

"Will you let me try," Sherlock asked as he gently placed his hands on my check.

I leaned into his hand as I let out a sigh. "Sherlock, it's not that simple."

"When is anything in our lives simple," He laughed causing me to smile. "But I'm not going to give up, you didn't give up on me. I know you have been through hell, but you survived it. You came back to me something I never thought was possible."

"I almost didn't," I squeaked.

Sherlock titled his head slightly.

"After that first night I almost…" I took a deep breath. "I almost killed myself."

Sherlock started to rub his thumb on my cheek.

"I had no hope, I was stuck with Moriarty and he had raped me. Everything seemed worthless. That morning after, I turned on the shower as hot as I possible could and sat in the shower just screaming. Moriarty had left for work leaving me in the house alone. It would have been easy for me to just grab a knife from the kitchen and end it all. But I couldn't stop thinking about you and about the funeral."

"You were at the funeral?" Sherlock gasped dropping his hand.

"Moriarty made me go, I saw you Sherlock, I'm so sorry." I cried.

"I saw you." He said grabbing my hands which were still shaking. "Damn-it, I did, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw you but I thought I was just going crazy. I should have gone after you, I'm sorry."

"Sherlock there was nothing you could have done, if you would have found me Moriarty would have killed you or John. I would have never forgiven myself."

Sherlock stayed silent as he looked into my eyes.

"Do you still want to leave?" He breathed as he inched closer placing his hand on the small of my back pulling me close to him.

"I don't want to leave, Sherlock, it's just… I…" I stuttered as Sherlock pulled me so close that I was straddling him our faces inches apart. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You could never hurt me." He said as he pulled me towards him our lips meeting. I brought my hands up intertwining my fingers in his curls as his kisses trailed down my cheek.

"I love you." I gasped as I pulled him closer.

He slowly stood up, me still straddling him as he walked to the bed room. Sitting on the bed.

"Grace," Sherlock said as he kissed my neck.

"Mmm," I moaned as I started to lean back on the bed but Sherlock quickly grabbed my hips and moved me off his lap. "Sherlock?" I asked.

"You need to sleep." He groaned causing me to smile.

"I don't want to sleep." I said leaning towards Sherlock but he pushed me back.

"One, you're drunk, I'm not going to take advantage of you. Two you haven't slept in days, you need to try and get some sleep."

"I'm not drunk," I snapped.

"Fine, but you need to sleep." Sherlock said as he lay down and pulled me close so my head was laying on his chest.

"Sherlock," I sighed but I couldn't fight how tired I felt. And when Sherlock began to run his fingers though my hair, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Grace," Someone said softly, and I opened my eyes to find Sherlock lying in bed next to me staring at me, a smile on his face. "Good morning beautiful." He purred as he kissed me.

Suddenly I felt a weird sensation in my stomach and I looked down to find I was pregnant and I looked about ready to burst.

"Is Lizzie being restless?" Sherlock asked as he scooted down so he was next to my stomach. "You have to let mommy sleep darling," He spoke to my stomach. "Because when you get out neither mommy nor daddy are going to get much sleep." He cooed causing me to smile.

Suddenly there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen.

"Stay here," Sherlock said seriously as he stood up in nothing but pajama bottoms.

I slowly attempted to get up and when I say slowly, I mean ridiculously slow. My stomach made it hard to get out of the bed but I finally got stood up just as Sherlock went out to the kitchen.

I slowly began to walk towards the door but before I could reach it, Sherlock burst back in.

"Get in the bathroom." He said as he helped me into the bathroom.

"What is going on?" I panicked but Sherlock shushed me as he helped me into the shower. We stood in silence for a while barely breathing. Time seemed to freeze as the door burst opened and someone grabbed my arm yanking me away from Sherlock.

"Grace!" I heard Sherlock scream as someone stabbed something into my stomach.

"No!" I cried as I grabbed my stomach.

"Hello Gracie," someone laughed as they shoved me to the ground.

I looked up tears almost blinding me. Moriarty had Sherlock pinned to the wall a knife against his neck.

"Grace!" Sherlock screamed over and over until he was cut off by Moriarty slicing the knife across his neck.

"No!" I screamed as I closed my eyes only opening them to find Moriarty's face inches from mine.

"Did you miss me?" He smiled.

I woke with a start looking down at my stomach which was flat, too skinny actually. I turned to look at Sherlock who was sound asleep. My breathing was raspy but I did my best to calm down, however no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get calm. I wanted a drink, I needed a drink.

"Sherlock," I whimpered but the minute I said it my stomach began to hurt.

"Grace, what is it, what's wrong?' Sherlock asked as he slowly woke up. But I quickly took off towards the bathroom barely reaching the loo before I got sick. "Grace!" Sherlock gasped as he walked into the bathroom. Quickly he rushed to my side pulling my hair out of my face as he began to rub my back. "Are you hungover?" He asked.

"Probably," I groaned. For the past month I woke up every morning with a horrible stomach ache to which caused me to be sick. I believed it was just a hangover but there was no way I got fully drunk every night.

Slowly I leaned back my face still wet from my tears.

"Grace, what's wrong?" Sherlock asked as he pulled me close.

"My dream…it… it was awful." I cried as I leaned my forehead on Sherlock's shoulder

"What was it about?" He asked rubbing my back.

"I…"I started when suddenly we heard the door open and close.

"Sherlock?" A voice called and I recognized it as John's.

"I'll be right back." Sherlock said as he kissed the side of my head before he slowly got up and went out to the kitchen.

"What in the hell happened!" I heard John yell.

Slowly I began to stand up gripping the counter of the sink as my head pounded.

I could hear the boys talking but their words were not registering in my brain.

"Sherlock," I groaned bending over, holding my head.

"Grace," Sherlock asked as he came into the hall from the kitchen. He quickly made his way to my side helping me stand up.

"My head,"

"Let's get you to sit down." He said as he helped me over to the couch.

"Gracie," John sighed as he sat down next to me.

I didn't dare to look at him, I could feel how disappointed he was.

"I'm sorry," I cried as I lean my head on John's shoulder.

"I'm going to go get some Aspirin." Sherlock said as he went downstairs.

"I thought you said you would never drink, not after Harriet." John said.

"I know but I… it was the only thing that helped was the alcohol." I cried.

"Gracie, you can't just drink what happened away." John replied.

"I don't know what else to do."

"Tell Sherlock… everything."

"I can't."

"Grace has he loved you any less sense he found out you found out you fell in love with Moriarty."

"No, but…"

"And he isn't going to not love you when you tell the whole story. He'll help you Grace."

"I can't, John, I can't tell him." I cried.

"Well you can't keep drinking yourself to death." John snapped.

"John, can I talk to you for a moment." Sherlock said as he handed me two pills and a glass of water. "I'll be right back alright," He said as he kissed me. The Sherlock and John left. After hearing the front door open and close, I slowly made my way over to the window. Sherlock and John were standing out on the curb arguing.

I sighed as I headed to the kitchen grabbing a dust pan and broom and began to sweep up the glass. That when I heard the window in Sherlock's room open causing me to drop the broom.

"Shit!" I gasped as I quickly grabbed a knife and headed into Sherlock's room.

As I slowly opened Sherlock's door I dropped the knife collapsing onto the door frame. Standing before me was someone I believed to be dead.

"Oh, you must be Grace Watson." The women in front of me said. And when I say the women I mean THE women. "Cat go your tongue," Irene Adler laughed.