Well it's here Dressed for Murder, I hope you guys are as excited as I am. Anyway this first chapter is full of Sherlock and Grace fluff but I promise it's going to get action packed soon. I will work my hardest to have the new chapter up soon. Thank you to all my fans really I probably wouldn't be writing another one if it weren't for you. And for all the people who are new, if you are reading this and you haven't read the first one you probably should or else it's pretty confusing. Alright well that enough talking on my part. I present to you Dressed for Murder The Grace Chronicles Episode 2

Sherlock's POV

"Sherlock!" I heard her scream. I whipped around to see Moriarty holding Grace, who was in a red cape, a knife against her throat. I sprinted towards her but I couldn't reach her.

"Oops," Moriarty smiled running the knife across her neck, her blood spilling onto the cape.

"No!" I screamed and suddenly they were gone replaced by darkness.

"Sherlock!" I heard again. I turned around to find her hanging, still in the red cape. Her eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"Grace!" I screamed reaching out for her, but just as before, she disappeared.

"Sherlock!" Grace screamed again. Slowly I turned, afraid of what I was going to see. Moriarty had Grace again, he had put on the hood to the cape as he pulled out a gun and set it against her temple.

"Say bye-bye Little Red." Moriarty sneered his eyes glaring into mine. I started towards them but with every step I took, I didn't get any closer to her. Then Moriarty pulled the trigger. Screaming, I ran harder reaching out for her, but again, they disappeared. Over and over again, I would see versions of Grace dead; shot, hung, strangled. And every time I got close enough to touch her, she disappeared. Then it just stopped, leaving me in the darkness, Moriarty's laughter filling my head.

"No!" I yelled putting my hands over my ears trying to block the sound. "Grace!" I screamed.

"Sherlock," I heard someone say. I turned around to see Grace standing in the light. She was still where the red cape, but Moriarty was holding her with some weapon, it was just her, and she looked fine.

"Grace," I whispered reaching my hand out towards her cheek expecting her to disappear again, but she didn't. Instead, my hand landed softly on her cheek. "Oh my God," I gasped wrapping my arms around her. I was about to kiss her when the sound of a wolf howling echoed through the darkness. I turned to look behind me, for a split second, and when I turned back, Grace had a pained expression on her face. "Grace, what's wrong?" I asked and she looked down at her stomach. I followed her gaze to see a knife protruding from her stomach. "No, no, no," I said quickly looking at her face. Standing behind her was Moriarty, who was laughing.

"I warned you to keep an eye on her." He said ripping the knife out, causing Grace to collapse into my arms.

"Grace," I collapsed to the ground laying her in my lap.

"Sherlock," she gasped.

"Shh, you're going to be fine." I said pressing my hands on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. "You have to be." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Sherlock," she gasped again, her voice weak. " I, I love you."

I smiled, "And I…" I started looking at Grace whose eyes were closed. "No!" I yelled holding her face in my hands. "Please wake up!" I begged leaning my forehead on hers. "I love you." A tear fell as I leaned in and kissed her lips, one last time. Laying her gently on the ground, I stood up. "I'm going to kill you!" I screamed at Moriarty.

"I did try to warn you. Like I said," He said his face morphing into that of a wolf's, "The wolf is hungry." He lunged at me.

I woke with a start. Looking around, I sighed when I realized I was still in my bedroom, and that it was just a dream. Slowly I got out of bed, walking towards my door. I quietly opened it and looked at Grace who was sound asleep on the couch. It had been three weeks since the events of "The Other Watson" as John called it in his blog. Although we hadn't had an interesting case since then, I was still incandescently happy. Grace and I were together and I could not ask for anything more. However, there was still one thing that made me uneasy. That note Moriarty had left; "Keep an eye on Little Red for the wolf is hungry. I knew that it could just be something that was suppose to set me on edge, however, I couldn't shake this feeling that Moriarty was planning something big, something big that involved Grace. Quietly I walked over to the couch kneeling next to it. She looked so beautiful sleeping. Gently I moved a strand of hair from her face.

"Sherlock," She mumbled stirring, her brown eyes staring into mine.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you." I said grabbing her hand.

"What's wrong?" She asked running her fingers through my hair. "Was it another nightmare?" I nodded and she pulled me up onto the couch with her. I put my arm around her as she leaned her head on my shoulder. "It was just a dream remember that, I'm here and I'm fine." She said.

Almost every night since that night in Brixton, I have had the same nightmare, and every night I have come out and talked to Grace until she fell back asleep. Then I would sit holding her in my arms until John woke up. We still had not told him that we were together.

"For all we know the message wasn't about me." She said.

I looked down and kissed her. "I hope your right," I sighed holding her closer.

"You just need to stop worrying about it."

"I can't I worry about you constantly," I said as I started to tickle her.

"Stop," She laughed, yelling a little too loudly.

"Shh," I placed my finger on her lips as I pushed her down on the couch.

"Well it's your fault for…" She started before I leaned down kissing her.

"Mhh," She sighed wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me closer. "Wait," she said pushing me away, "Why do you always kiss me when I'm talking?"

"Well, it's because I can't stop kissing you because I think you're…" I started when she kissed me.

"Now we are even," She smiled kissing me again. "Now, continue, what do you think about me."

"I think you are smart," I kissed her forehead, "And kind, and courageous," I kissed the tip of her nose. "And absolutely gorgeous." I kissed her lips.

"And," She smiled.

And I think I lo…" I started when I heard John's door open.

"Go, go!" Grace whispered pushing me off. Quickly I ran to my room slowly shutting the door behind me. After I minute, I cracked it open looking to see if John had left. I watched as he walked up the stairs but I waited until I heard his door click shut before I went back out.

"You know we really should tell him about this." I said picking up her feet and placing them on my lap as I sat down.

"Would you like to do the honors?" She asked sitting up.

"Yeah, no," I said pulling her legs so she was sitting in my lap.

"Oh, is poor little Sherlock, afraid of my big bad brother.

"Yes, very," I smiled twirling her hair in my fingers.

"Why does he scare you so?"

"He did try to kill me once," I laughed.

"But that's not the reason is it?"

"No, it's just, we have been lying to him for the past three weeks, and I'm just afraid that if we tell him his and my friendship may change, and he's the only friend I have."

"Oh Sherlock," She sighed kissing my cheek, and then snuggled into my chest.

"But, I'm more afraid of getting one of you hurt or worse killed," I said wrapping my arms around her. "Moriarty knows my weakness, you two, and he's not going to hesitate in using my feelings for you and my friendship with John against me." I looked down and saw that Grace was asleep. I smiled as I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her. I kissed the top of her head as I said, "Good night Grace, sweet dreams." I knew that I wasn't going to be able to sleep, for every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Grace's dead body, so I just sat, we her in my lap like usual