Sorry it took so long but I hope you are as excited for this chapter as I was writing it. I must say, it is much more easy writing in a girls perspective than a guys. Well enjoy and hopefully the next part will be out soon.
Grace's POV
"I'm taking a shower," I huffed looking at Sherlock. I wanted so much to run to him, to hold him and shower him with kisses, apologizing for all the horrible things I had said to him. I looked at him my face softening, until I saw John staring at me. My expression quickly changed to a cold stare before I headed up stairs. Since I had been here for a few weeks, most of my luggage had been moved into John's bedroom and bathroom and I was sharing the bathroom with John. Quickly I grabbed a sweatshirt and some jeans before heading into the bathroom. I then, took off my clothes, setting them on the floor along with my clothes for today and hopped into the shower. The warm water felt good as it hit my skin. However, every time I was alone, the visions would creep back into my head. Sherlock was not the only one who was having nightmares. Every night, my dreams haunted me with visions of Sherlock dying or John dying, and even though the dreams were different every night, there was one thing that stayed constant, Moriarty. In every dream he was in it, whether he was the one killing or, just standing there staring at me, he was always there saying my name and something else. I had not told John this, or even Sherlock, but when Moriarty had kidnapped me, and he had me beaten, he had told me something that scared me to no end. He had told me, with that wicked smile on his face, that I would be his. I slowly brought my hand up to the brand. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it did but it was still unmistakably the letter M. Moriarty had branded me as his property and every day I hoped and prayed that he would come to claim me. Then Sherlock kept having all the dreams about the note Moriarty had left in that flat when we rescued John. I tried to be strong for him and not show how afraid I was because I knew what it meant but I knew he would freak if he found out. I turned off the water and wiped away the tears that I didn't realize had fallen. Quickly I dried off then put on my clothes. I took a deep breath before heading down the stairs.
"I am more than just a sidekick, I have been vital to some cases wouldn't you say?" John said and I found both Sherlock and John pacing. John had a paper in his hands.
"I'm going to…" I started but I could see that no one was listening.
"What does that even mean, 'lady friend?'" Sherlock said running his hand through his hair. His curls quickly fell back into place causing my heart to lurch forward.
"Sherlock," I said my voice soft and full of love. I turned to look at John to make sure he hadn't heard me.
"What does that even mean, 'sidekick,"' He asked and I knew that neither one could hear what I was saying.
"Ehem!" I said loudly causing them to turn and look at me. "I'm going to the shop." I needed some more clothes and since our last case paid relatively well, I thought I should use some of my share that wasn't used for paying for the flat, which both Sherlock and John insisted I didn't need to do, but I wanted to help.
"Do you have money?" John asked as he set the paper on the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled at him.
"Can you pick up some tea?" Sherlock asked and I knew what he meant. When we had decided that we needed to pretend to hate each other, we came up with a code word, tea. So that if anything got to the point where one of us couldn't take it anymore, or if John was starting to take drastic measures, we could just say the code word and we would know that we needed to take it down a notch.
"Alright," I smiled and the word almost came out as a sigh. I hated having to be mean to him.
"Wait, we don't need any more tea." He said.
"Crap!" I thought. John had started to figure it out.
"Yes we do." Sherlock replied, he was much better at this then I was. I was not a very good liar.
"No, I bought some yesterday," John said.
"Alright, well," I started not knowing what to say next, "I'll be back soon." I said grabbing my coat from behind the door. Quickly I headed down the stairs afraid of John seeing through our lie.
"Be careful!" Both yelled down making me smile.
"I will!" I called heading out.
"Grace Watson?" A woman said who was standing in front of a black car that was parked in front of the flat.
"Yes," I said taking a step back.
"Come with me," She said not looking up from her phone.
"Um," I said grabbing the door handle looking up towards the window hoping that Sherlock would look out. Suddenly, two men came and grabbed my arms.
"Sherl…" I started to scream when they covered my mouth. I tried to break away, as they loaded me into the car, but to no prevail. I breathed deeply as the car took off. "Where are we going?" I asked the girl who sat next to me. She didn't answer, she just continued to type on her phone. I sat in silence the rest of the car ride. After what felt like an hour, the car finally stopped. As I exited the car, the two men, who appeared out of nowhere, came and grabbed my arms leading me into the building.
"I am sorry about this." A man said, and the two men holding my arms walked away. The man was tall and he was leaning on his umbrella. "I couldn't let my brother know where you were going." Then it clicked.
"You're Mycroft," I said. "Sherlock's brother.
"And you are Grace," He said. "John's sister."
"If you want to ask me to spy…" I started.
"Oh no, no, you're not here to spy on my brother, although you would be very good at that, because, I heard you and my brother have become very close."
I laughed trying my best to my fear and my horrible lying skills. "We fight all the time."
He laughed, his laugh was much more sophisticated than Sherlock's, but they did sound the same. "You two do not fight," He said.
"How would you know?" I asked.
"Because he's in love with you."
I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a groan.
"And by the looks of it, you love him to."
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. My knees shook so bad, I was surprised that I was still standing.
'Oh, my dear, I thought my brother had it bad, but look at you." He laughed.
"I do not love Sherlock," I whimpered, my voice sounding like that of a child.
"Don't try that, if you may have forgotten, Sherlock is my brother, and you are also a terrible liar."
"Yeah, I know, can I go home now." I said meekly.
"Now wait, I didn't just bring you here to tell you that I knew about Sherlock and your relationship. I came to warn you." He said.
"Warn me about what?" I asked calming down.
"You have to watch out for him now." He said his tone serious. "Because you are now the biggest distraction in his life now. He will do anything in his power to protect you. Which means that he will not be thinking straight. He will die for you."
My knees gave way and I collapsed to the ground grabbing my stomach.
"So you need to end it, because I will not lose my brother." He said, "You can go now."
Slowly I stood up, still gripping my stomach. I probably looked like a zombie walking down the hall back to the car. I didn't know what emotion I should be showing. Should I be angry that Mycroft was saying such things, or sad because I knew he was right? I was a distraction; I could see how much Sherlock had changed since we were together. I could see how the things that usually came easy to him were now more difficult. I could see the frustration on his face every time it took him a moment longer to read someone. I was silent in the car trying to hide my tears. This time, the car ride took almost two to three hours, but to me, it was going way to fast because I knew what I had to do when I got back to the flat. However, after what felt like seconds, the car stopped and I opened the door, I was in front of the flat. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car and headed towards the door. Slowly I reached into my pocket and brought out my keys. My hands shook as I put the key in the lock. I stepped in, turning around to shut the door, when someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I was about to scream, when the person turned me to face them, and I saw that it was Sherlock. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as he pulled me into him.
"Where in the hell have you been. You have been gone for four hours!" He exclaimed his yes full of worry. "Why didn't you buy anything? Are you ok?" He asked seeing how shaky I was.
"I didn't get to the shop. I kind of had a run in with your brother." I said grabbing his arms steadying myself.
"Oh," He sighed. "Then what's got you so upset?" He wrapped his arms around my waist again.
"No!" I yelled pushing him off me trying to clear my head.
"Gracie, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Is John here?" I asked running up the stairs.
"No, he went to grab some lunch for us, what is going on, what did Mycroft say?" He said grabbing my arms turning him towards him.
"Nothing that isn't true." I said as the tears started down my face.
"Grace, please tell me what is wrong?" He wiped my tears away.
"Stop!" I yelled pushing him back. "We can't do this anymore!"
"Is that what he told you?" He said coming closer. "I'm going to let him order me around, Grace I care about you he can't change that."
"But he's right Sherlock!" I sobbed.
"He's right about saying that we shouldn't be together?" Sherlock asked shocked.
"Yes! We shouldn't be together it's too dangerous.
"I can keep you safe Grace, and if you are still worried, you don't have to come on the cases anymore."
"Sherlock, it's not I'm worried about, it's you.
"Me," He laughed, "Why are you worried about me?"
"Because I'm your biggest distraction now!"
"I don't get distracted."
"Yes you do, because I see you. Everything is starting to become a bit more difficult, and even though you try to hide it, I can see it. You're not focused on your cases anymore, you're focused on me!" I screamed.
"I just want to keep you safe Grace," He pleaded.
"But if you do that you can't keep yourself safe."
"I can't lose you." He said as his voice cracking causing me to cry even harder.
I said.
"Grace, please," He begged.
Quickly I ran over to him placing my lips on his. A part of me never wanted to leave but I knew that I had to. I backed away and headed up the stairs.
"Grace," Sherlock said causing me to grip the banister. I turned back to Sherlock and saw the sadness in his eyes.
"No, Sherlock," I sobbed, "No more." I rushed up the stairs and into John's room. I shut the door and collapsed to the ground pulling my knees up to my chest. Burying my head in my knees, I sobbed.
"Gracie," Sherlock said knocking on the door. "Please let me in."
I leaned my head against the door. "Sherlock, go away!" I yelled.
"Grace, please can we just talk?" He asked his voice pleading.
"No, Sherlock." I said.
"Grace," He said again his voice causing my sobs to become more intense.
Suddenly another voice called. "Sherlock is Grace home from the shop." John called.
"John please come speak to your sister." I heard Sherlock yell.
"What are you doing?" I thought. Was he going to tell John?
"Gracie," John said, "Can you open the door for me."
Slowly I stood up and opened the door.
"Grace," John said pulling me into his arms. I saw Sherlock start to come in.
"No, don't let him in!" I cried.
"Sherlock," John said and Sherlock nodded, backed up, and shut the door without saying anything. "What is going on?" John asked.
"I can't stay here any longer!" I yelled.
"What did Sherlock say that has gotten you so upset?"
"Nothing, it's just…" I started but my sobs drowned out my words.
"Well, I'll bring you some lunch and after that we'll talk." He said.
I nodded as he led me over to the bed and I sat down.
"I'll be back." He said kissing my forehead. He walked out shutting the door behind him. "What in the hell did you do to my sister!" I heard John yell. I grabbed the pillow and placed it over my head not wanting to hear what they said. After a long time of heavy sobbing, I started to calm down when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said thinking it was John. To my surprise, Sherlock walked in carrying a tray of food. I could feel the tears coming back.
"No, no, please don't' cry again." He said rushing over to the bedside table setting down the tray before sitting down next to me. "I can't stand to see you cry."
"Sherlock," I said a single tear falling.
'I'm just here to talk," He said wiping the tear away. "That and John sent me up to apologize."
"There is nothing to talk about." I stated.
"Yes there is, John said you want to leave?" He asked.
"I have to, I can't stay here anymore."
"Please," He said kneeling in front of me and grabbing my hands. "Please don't leave," he begged.
"I can't, seeing you every day and knowing I can't be with you, it would be too hard. "Then don't listen to Mycroft, and let's be together." He said placing his hand on my cheek. I shuttered at his touch.
"Sherlock," I sighed.
"I love you, Grace," He said causing me to cry again. "So please, don't leave." He leaned up and kissed me. I tried to push him off but, eventually, the kiss just melted me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We fell onto the bed and I tangled my fingers in his hair. We probably could have stayed like that forever if John hadn't knocked on the door snapping me back to reality.
"Is everything alright in there?" John asked.
Quickly we sat up; straightening ourselves up a bit before I whispered in Sherlock's ear "I love you too," before I got up and headed towards the door. I opened the door and hurried past John and down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm going down to Mrs. Hudson; I need some time to think."
Mrs. Hudson had become like a mother to me. I came to talk to her about everything. She even knew about Sherlock and me.
"Grace," I heard Sherlock say.
"No," I yelled as is slammed the door behind me.
For the rest the day and into the night, I watched telly with Mrs. Hudson while eating chocolate and ice cream. I didn't get back into the flat until one a.m. Everything was dark so I assumed everyone was asleep. I looked down the hall at Sherlock's door hoping that he would open it, that he would come out smiling and laughing and wrap his arms around me telling me everything was going to be fine. However, I knew that I was just lying to myself. Everything was not fine; at any moment, Moriarty could come and take me, or kill Sherlock or John. In addition, it was too dangerous for Sherlock and me to be together. I knew what I had to do, tomorrow, before anyone woke up, I would leave. However, as soon as I left, I knew that I would be at the mercy of Moriarty.
"Maybe I will go to Moriarty," I thought as I lay down on the couch. "I'll make a deal with him; I'll be his," I gulped, "If he promises to leave John and Sherlock alone." Slowly I drifted to sleep, that is when the nightmare began.
"Well don't you look beautiful," Moriarty said as I came out in the dress that he had given me. It was a floor length red dress that had black sequence around the waist and out lining the neckline that plunged way too far for my taste. I cringed as Moriarty ran his fingers over my back where there was an opening in the dress. It took all of my strength not to slap him when I felt his hand move from my back to the dresses' zipper.
"Grace!" I hear someone scream and I turned to see Sherlock with a gun pointed at Moriarty. Moriarty quickly grabbed my arms roughly.
"Sherlock," I gasped. "How did you find me?"
"You didn't think I was going to let you leave without saying goodbye did you?" He smiled a smile in which I missed dearly.
"No!" Moriarty screeched, "She's mine, I won!" He gripped my arms even tighter.
"Just hand her to me, and I'll just go. No one has to get hurt." Sherlock said.
"No!" Moriarty screamed.
"Come on Jim, you really don't want to die like this do you." Sherlock said.
"Fine, take her!" He screamed shoving me foreword. I fell into Sherlock's arms. Quickly I turned around and watched as Moriarty walked away.
"Are you ok?" Sherlock asked pulling me closer. H started to lower the gun when suddenly he quickly brought it back up. I turned to see what was wrong when Sherlock shoved me behind him.
"The deal is off!" Moriarty yelled coming back into the room.
"No!" I screamed starting towards Moriarty. Sherlock threw his arm out blocking my way.
"First, I'll start with Sherlock here and then John." He said and I looked at Sherlock and I saw a red light on his forehead. "Phew!" Moriarty said making a gun with his hands. All of a sudden, Sherlock pushed me to the ground. I turned around just in time to see the back of Sherlock's skull be blown off.
