Warning: This Fan fiction will contain scenes of rape and abuse. If you are uncomfortable with these topics DO NOT READ!
If you do choose to read, I hope you enjoy!
I do not own BBC's Sherlock or any of its characters.
Maria never saw herself as special. She never thought she was important. She was your average 25 year old. She liked to paint, though she wasn't very good, she sang beautifully, but not good enough to be famous for it. She was just plain ole Maria. She worked at a book store twice a week, walked dogs for her neighbors once a week, the rest of the week she spent preparing for visits from her older brothers. Maria adored her brothers, praised them really. Sherlock was so intelligent and could solve any puzzle he came across. He could rip apart a person just by looking at them. Mycroft was so strong willed AND he worked for the government. How cool was that. One brother was a detective one worked for the government and then there was Maria, the bookstore sales associate slash dog walker slash whatever little job she could find. She sighed as she stirred some red wine into a pot of onions and garlic. It was Thursday night, meaning Sherlock came over for dinner. She had a strict schedule with her brothers. Tuesdays and Thursdays were dinner with Sherlock and Mondays and Wednesdays were with Mycroft. The only times she could really get the two brothers together were Christmas and her birthday.
Maria smiled happily as she added a can of tomato sauce into the wine and onion mixture. It smelt heavenly. She had found this recipe online and was excited to see how it would turn out. She heard the door to her flat open and looked up just in time to see Sherlock walk in. He slipped out of his coat and scarf and draped them on the island top. "Hello Maria." He nodded towards her with a small smile. She put the cover over her pot and walked over to give him a hug. He patted her back in respond and then sat down. She went back to her pot and pulled off the top to add a large bowl of clams into the mixture. "Smells good." Maria smiled at him and poured a glass of wine for herself and Sherlock. "I found the recipe online. I just had to try it." She sat on the counter and sipped on her wine. "So, any cases today?" Sherlock looked up at her and nodded. "Armed robbery and triple homicide. Quite boring. Took me less the 5 hours. I had enough time to go back to the flat and have tea with Mrs. Hudson before I came here." Maria nodded. "I don't know how you do it." She shook her head. "I can hardly follow my soap operas." She laughed at herself. Sherlock chuckled slightly. Dinner was soon finished cooking and the way to soon they had finished eating and Sherlock was leaving. She walked him to the door and hugged him tight. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Get home safe." She smiled up at him. "I love you." He nodded in the response and left the flat. She watched him hail a cab and get into it before she closed her door and locked it.
After Sherlock left Maria finished cleaning her kitchen. After all the dishes were in the dish washer and her table and counter tops were cleaned, she walked into her bedroom. She stripped down and went into her bathroom to shower and prepare herself for bed. But when she walked out of her bedroom she was greeted not by an empty bedroom but three men standing before her. Two of them were taller dressed all in black while the shortest of the three was dressed rather sharply in a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt under and a maroon tie. Maria stepped back slightly; she was terrified but also slightly mortified because she was dressed in only a white towel. The shorter man grinned wickedly. "Hello Ms. Holmes." His voice had a slight sing song sound to it. Maria gulped softly. "Ca…Can I help you sir?" She tumbled over her words as she pulled the towel tighter around her. "Oh, how polite is she. Three strange men appear in her room and she asks if we need help." The shorter man whistled and snapped his fingers, indicating the two taller men to step forward and grab Maria. She yelped in surprise and stared in horror at the man before her. "Jim Moriarty." He threw her a charming smile. "A pleasure to meet you." His eyes fell down Maria's body. Her towel had started to slip and her breasts were starting to pop out of the top. He licked his lips and grinned when she squirmed under his gaze. "Walker don't be rude, grab our lovely lady a robe can't you see she's uncomfortable?" The man to her left released her and walked to her closet shifting through her belongings to find something to cover her with. After a moment he emerged with a light blue silk robe and gave it to her. The goons let go momentarily for her to slip it on but grabbed a hold of her before she could do anything. "She's so well-trained. You're not going to scream?" He tilted his head to her in question. She just looked at him though, her blue/green eyes wide with terror. He grinned and nodded to the man right. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and then crumbled to the ground, her world going black.
This idea came from a dream I had last night. Let me know what you think! I'd like to hear from yall! This story is going to be darker then my other story. I don't think there will be a lot of humor but I have some pretty good ideas stirring in my brain. Comment and Review and be prepared for chapter 2!