A/N: There is mention of rape

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.

Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade was on his way to his flat to enjoy a nice cold beer with some frozen microwavable meal. Then it was off to bed for the same thing tomorrow. As he put on his safety belt his mobile buzzed. He looked at the caller ID before answering, "What's wrong, Brian?"

A sad chuckle came from the other end, "You know me too well, Greg. Look you know I'm out of the country till God knows when. But I trust you with this."

Sighing Lestrade wished the other man would not give long explanations and get to the point. As if reading his mind Brian went on, "I had to say that. My daughter's at St. Bart's emergency. She's been raped for the second time by the same bastard. I need you to keep her safe from herself. Because she said if he came near her again she'd kill herself."

"Did she attempt suicide tonight?"

Wearily the other man answered, "I don't know. She phoned me just before she went to hospital. I want this bastard caught!"

"Okay, mate, you got my word! I'll keep you updated." Lestrade rang off before starting his auto and putting it into gear.

Abby lay curled up in a ball under the covers with bandages on her wrists. Feeling empty and dirty for the second time in five years. Wishing she'd been unconscious like she'd been the last time they did the rape kit. But no the bastard didn't beat her enough.

The door to her room opened and she turned to see her Daddy's best friend, Greg Lestrade. She'd not seen him in five years but she still recognized him. Despite all that happened that night her heart fluttered. She'd only met him a few times in her life.

"Abby, is it okay for me to be alone with you?" he asked cautiously looking nervous. She gave a sad smile before stating, "I'm not afraid of you because I know you'll keep me safe from him."

Greg crossed the small examine room to the foot of her bed. "You need to be honest with me so I can help you. Your father asked me to."

Sitting up she showed him her wrists, "Please don't tell Daddy. He's been worried sick since I came here for uni. I know I should've contacted you weeks ago but I was scared."

He pulled the chair closer to Abby's bed and sat down as he asked, "Weeks? Start from the beginning. With the first rape." Abby winced when he said that but she took a deep breath and said with each word became a whisper, "Daddy doesn't know I know who raped me both times. But it was the lad who tried to get me to go to the cinema with him a few times. Then he tried to kiss me even when I told him no. Finally one night I told him I wasn't interested in him and a look came in his eyes that frightened me. I tried to get away but…he was bigger and overwhelmed me. Next thing I knew I woke up here."

"Let me guess the lad was Barry Franklin?" He murmured just as she nodded with tears in her eyes. "And this time?"

She started trembling as did her voice, "I don't know how he got my mobile number but a fortnight ago he started phoning me. I wouldn't answer because it was blocked. He didn't know I would answer restricted but not blocked. He started phoning twice a day but three days ago he started leaving messages."

Without thinking Lestrade took her hand and she squeezed it tightly as tears ran down her cheeks.

For the first time in her life he looked at her, really looked at her. She was curvy but tiny and the only thing that really looked like she was weighed down was her chest. His eyes didn't linger there long out of respect. She had only be five one if that, long auburn hair and sad blue eyes behind specs. He knew she had a history of depression. That and according to her father she had a fear of mental hospitals. Making up his mind he squeezed her hand and told her he'd be back. She nodded and laid her head on the pillow. He covered her better with the sheet.

Ten minutes later she heard from outside the door her doctor and Greg talking.

"I want your word she'll see a therapist within the next week. Its your career on the line if you don't."

"I know and she will be safe with me." Greg said before they entered the room. The doctor looked grim but Greg smiled at her. She avoided looking at them both as a woman came in.

"Sir, I wasn't expecting you to be here before me!" she said. Turing Greg looked just as surprised as the woman.

"Donovan, I'm a family friend and was asked to be here. Since I'm close to Abby's family I'll let you take lead." He lowered his voice as he stepped closer and said, "Phone Sherlock and ask him to find a Barry Franklin. Tell him what I told you."

She nodded before Greg introduced them, "Abby, this is Inspector Sally Donovan, she's going to be lead on this case. Donovan, Abigail Standish."

The Inspector asked questions that were similar to the first time she was raped. Abby hugged her knees to herself as she answered, not looking at the woman. Finally she left and Abby was discharged into Greg's care.

He kept glancing at her as he drove through the city to his flat.

Weeks prior to the first time she was raped she hung out with Greg while her Daddy worked. Even going to the Yard when he was working. He was fine with it as long as she didn't ask questions about the cases he was working on. He became curious as to why at certain times she'd call him 'uncle Greg' and others just 'Greg'. But he didn't voice it for he had developed some un-uncle like feelings for her. He made a vow never to tell her or treat her differently.

The night she was raped he was working hard on a case yet he dropped everything when her father phoned. When he got to her hospital room and saw her unconscious along with how badly she'd been beaten. Greg became enraged and punched a wall. Her father looked just as angry but was in more control of his emotions, just looked at Greg murmuring, "I know how you feel for her and no I'm not angry. I'm just glad her first crush is you."

"What do you mean her first crush? Are you saying she doesn't see me as her Uncle anymore?" he asked in shock.

Brian only smiled and said, "Yes, she has for weeks. Don't crush her heart or make a move till she's older." Greg agreed and went to investigate who raped/beat her. Nobody guessed that he was doing it because of his feelings for her. They thought it was as a favor to her father, his best friend.

A few hours later Greg was quietly pacing the lounge. He didn't dare get a beer because it would impair his judgment in case she had a nightmare. But he couldn't get the image out of his head of her in one of his t-shirts. She didn't have a change of clothes and the ones she had from the hospital were scrubs.

It was about two am and he was on the sofa drifting off when a terrified scream wrenched through the flat from his bedroom. He leaped off the sofa and raced through the open bedroom door. Abby was still asleep but she was on her back fighting and clawing with a look of sheer horror on her face. Against all his training, Greg went and lifted Abby off the bed and brought her down to his lap. She began clawing at him but he held her close and rocked her back and forth. "Shhh, Abby, your safe." As she heard this she started to wake up.

Abby came fully awake and realized she was in Greg's lap with his arms wrapped around her. Knowing in her heart and mind he wouldn't harm her in any fashion. She relaxed wrapping her arms around his torso and laid her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Greg." she murmured before looking up at him. Sighing she stated, "I know this isn't the best time to say this but I'm sweet on you."

He quirked a smile and said, "I know your father told me. I feel the same."

She pulled away slightly smiling, "Oh, where are we going to go from here?"

He sigh, "Your ignoring your current situation. But I'd like you to move in with me for the time being while you heal, physically and mentally. Then we'll talk."

She nodded giving him a hug, "Please stay with me because you take the nightmares away."

She climbed off his lap and lay on her side. He felt his body tighten at the site of his shirt sliding up slightly to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He pulled the blankets up and stated he needed to use the bathroom.

She shrugged as she pulled the blankets over her shoulder and slid an arm under the pillow. She was half asleep when he came back to the bed. As he slid under the blankets she could feel his shaking and out of breath. The middle of the queen sized bed was empty so she moved toward him. He stiffened but he rolled on his side and held her close. As if they'd been doing that for years. At the same time she was mentally berating her traitorous body for wanting Greg at a time like that.

Two months later she had been seeing a therapist and her desire for Greg was getting worse. The thought of kissing him or more didn't frighten her. But she knew actually doing anything could potentially scare her. She wasn't naïve. About noon she got out of her last class for the day and decided to phone Greg. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, I was about the phone you!" he said happily she smiled and asked why to which he answered, "Barry Franklin's is in custody. He confessed to both rapes. He won't be hurting you ever again. I promise."

She sank into the nearest bench in relief. "Oh, thank goodness. Um, about what time will you be getting home?"

He told her no later than 1730-1800. She told him that was good and she'd have dinner prepared by then.

He arrived home right at 1715 and heard her in the kitchen. He quietly observed the table and saw it was set with a nice salad in the middle along with two taper candles. He breathed in and smelled her favorite meal, Shrimp Scampi. He enjoyed it too especially when she cooked. Hell to be honest he loved coming home and finding her with a meal she cooked. Smiling he went to the door of the kitchen and saw that she was putting everything on the plates. She saw him as she finished and had set down the raised pot that held the shrimp. She took the dishcloth and wiped her hands and face before rushing to him.

He expected her usual hug but when she reached up and kissed him boldly on the lips he couldn't have been more surprised. It wasn't unpleasant but to be on the safe side he pulled back, "Are you sure your ready?"

She smiled and said slowly, "I want you and I don't know what to do."

He nodded and said, "Dinner's a great start and then we'll take it from there, slowly."

Later he changed into his pajama's while Abby changed into her nightgown in the bathroom. After he was done he climbed into bed as she came out of the bathroom. It was one of her sleeveless nightgowns that buttoned down and went to her ankles and had a ruffle at the bottom.

She slowly crawled into bed and pulled the covers to her waist before looking at him. He could tell she was nervous. He pulled her to him before his hand cupped her jaw. When his lips gently touched hers the breath left her. Not in a frightened way yet her body came alive. He pulled back thinking something was wrong. "Are you okay?" she nodded smiling. "Good now you can tell me to stop at any time and I will." She murmured "thank you," before he kissed her again.

A little while later he felt her hand sliding on his leg toward his erection. It took all of his self control to gently take her wrist. As much as he wanted her to touch him; he knew her father would kill him if the older man perceived Greg as having taken advantage of Abby. She made a small mewling sound against his mouth and he pulled back, regrettably. He looked at her then and saw her lids were half closed and she had a serene look on her face. Along with her plump lips being swollen.

She pouted before whispering, "Why did you stop me?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you." he whispered back before he kissed her nose.

She moaned before stating, "Your not taking advantage of me if I let you!"

"I need to use the loo." he said abruptly before climbing out of bed and going to the loo and almost slamming the door.

She waited precisely two minutes before her patience was gone. He'd been doing that a lot since she moved in. She had an inkling of what he was doing. She hurried to the door and found it unlocked. Quickly Abby opened the door. The toilet lid was down and he was sitting on it looking surprised. Just as she figured his pants were around his ankles and his hand was on his hard cock.

"Please, Abby, I don't want to scare you. Or hurt you." he said hoping she would go back to bed. She didn't. No she came toward him with such emotion on her face. She lightly touched the sides of his face and pressed her forehead against his.

"Greg, yes I did suffer greatly at that bastard's hands. But you, you've been so good and gentle to me. Helping me when I was at my lowest. Helping me heal in more than one way. Now please let me help you." she murmured softly before kissing him. "But not in here." She took his hand and guided him back toward the bedroom. Once there she had him sit on the edge of the bed before going on her knees in front of him. "I've never done this before, ever. But I did read a book on it that I kinda stole from Daddy's girlfriend."

He chuckled before replying, "Why did you read it?"

"As I read it I was thinking of you." She said cheekily and his groan because he got harder. "Now if you don't want to scare me you could refrain from touching me with your hands while I do this. And yes if I get scared I will stop." He nodded allowing her to be in control before she leaned down. In a way he sensed that she needed that, to be in control of something, especially anything sexual.

"Oh my God! ABBY, please stop!" He was so close that he was worried she would freak out or get scared if he came in her mouth. But at the same time he didn't want her to stop because even though she'd never done this before….. "Holy Shit! What type of fucking book did you read?" he groaned out losing himself in the feeling of her wonderful mouth again.

It wasn't long and he felt the orgasm coming. Only this one felt stronger than any other he'd ever had. It was as if rockets went off behind his eyes. He fell back as he bucked his hips toward Abby calling her name quiet loudly. She started moaning at the first jets of come in her mouth. Instinctively she swallowed.

She leaned back watching him and saw that he was not just breathing hard. But shaking. She grinned standing up before she crawled on to the bed and laid next to Greg. "Feel better?" she asked innocently.

He flicked a glance at her. "Oh. Yes." He chuckled.

A/N: Granted I'll go into some detail about sex but I can't actually go into detail of what Abby did. Though I do own the book she mentioned! But since my stuff is in storage since I moved I can't use the book. I hope ya'll liked the chapter. Next chapter will be better! I promise! Please Review!

Lana