I hope you enjoy this chapter its a lot of just Grace and Sherlock fluff. Please review!

Sherlock POV

"No!" I heard someone scream waking me up.

"Grace," I thought as I bolted from my bed. I took off down the hall and took one-step in the kitchen when suddenly something rammed into me. I looked down and saw Grace, her arms wrapped tightly around me. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to get her to look at me, but she just kept her head buried in my chest.

"He's coming for me." She gasped.

"Who is Grace?" I asked unsure as to if she was awake or not.

"He's going to kill you and John."

"Grace, what is…?" I started as John hurried down the stairs.

"What's wrong?" He asked

"I think she's sleep walking." I replied.

"Gracie, wake up." John said rubbing her back. That is when Grace started screaming. Just screaming and screamed, her whole body shaking. I looked at John hoping he would know what to do but he just looked terrified.

"John?" I asked.

"I… I don't know." He said.

I knew what to do, but it would be a risk, especially with John around. But Grace was too important to me, and she was starting scare me. "Grace," I said wrapping my arms around her. "I'm here," I whispered praying that John could not hear me. "Please, you're safe, no one's going to hurt you, I'm here."

"No!" She screamed. "Sherlock!"

I pulled her closer, not daring to look at John. "I'm here Grace."

"He's coming for me!" She yelled again.

"Who's coming for you Grace?" I asked shaking her slightly. That when she looked up into my eyes.

"Moriarty," She gasped.

Quickly I walked her over to the couch and placed a blanket around her as she shivered violently.

"What happened Gracie?" John asked. "Why do you think Moriarty is after you?"

She looked over at me, and I knew what she wanted me to say. "When we went to go rescue you, carved into the wood was "Watch out for Little Red for the wolf is hungry."'

"And neither one of you decided to tell me this until now!" John yelled.

"We don't even know if it is about Grace." I said.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that Sherlock." He said and I just looked down.

"That's not it." Grace said and I looked over at her confused. "I haven't been completely truthful with you two."

"Grace what do you mean?" John asked.

"When Moriarty kidnapped and had me beaten." She started and I closed my eyes trying to block out the visions of finding Grace handcuffed. "He had said." She took a deep breath. "He said." Seeing the trouble she was having, I leaned over and rubbed her back, "He said I would be his."

I watched John go into panic mode as I tried to hide my own fear.

"You are not leaving, you're staying here, you don't leave the house without someone with you!" John screamed.

"John," Grace sighed.

"No Gracie, listen to me, from now on, you are under strict surveillance."

"John, don't you think you are being a bit ridiculous?" I lied. I honestly agreed with him. If Moriarty wanted Grace, I would do everything in my power to make sure he never got her.

"No Sherlock!" He yelled. "If that mad man wants my sister, I want to do everything I can to protect her.

"Ok John." Grace nodded.

John took a deep breath before he yawned.

"Why don't you go to bed John?" I said, "I'll watch Grace."

He nodded as he walked back up the stairs.

"Oh Gracie," I said moving her hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She said leaning on my shoulder.

"It's fine Grace, but are we ok?" I asked.

"Well, since I have to stay here," She smiled kissing me. "But only if you promise to let me watch out for you."

"Grace," I sighed.

"No, if you will risk your life for me then you have to at least let me protect you."

"Only if you promise not to listen to Mycroft," She laughed and I wrapped my arms around her. "You need to sleep." I sighed kissing the side of her head.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen." She sighed laying her head in the crook of my neck.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked laying my head on hers.

"I was going to leave Sherlock; I was going to go to Moriarty."

"What? Why would you do something so stupid?" I yelled.

"Shh," She said placing her hand over my mouth. "Listen, I know that you think it's dumb, but if you thought that it was the only way to protect John and me, would you?" I nodded her hand still over my mouth. "Well, that's what I was thinking. I was going to surrender to Moriarty and make a deal with him, that I would be his if he promised to never harm you and John."

"Grace," I started moving her hand away from my mouth, but she quickly put it back up.

"No, wait," She said. "Anyway, so in the dream that's what I had done, I must have been gone for a while too. Moriarty was." She said and I gripped her arm a little tighter. "Well, never mind what he was doing. You showed up and told Moriarty to give me to you, but he wouldn't, and you had a gun, and you told him, he didn't want to die this way. And then Moriarty shoved me into you and left and everything was fine but the he came back and he said the deal was off and that he was going to start with you and then go onto John. Then you had a sniper light on you. And, and…" She ranted her breathing raspy. "And, you pushed me out-of-the-way, and I turned back and I saw you get shot! Why would you do something so stupid?" She yelled smacking my chest.

"Ow!" I said rubbing my chest. "I didn't do it, it was a dream Gracie."

She hit me again, "But you would." She sighed, "Don't do that ever, ok. I really do not want to see your skull being blown off."

"Then don't ever surrender yourself to Moriarty, because I'm never going to let you go." I said pulling her into my lap and wrapping my arms around her tightly.

"Sherlock," She laughed as I started to kiss her neck. "Mhh," She sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I said kissing her on the nose.

"When you said you loved me, did you really mean it, or did you just say it so I wouldn't leave?"

"Grace Marie Watson, I love you with all my heart. You are the only person I have every loved. Don't doubt my love for you."

"Oh Sherlock," She said kissing me, "I love you so much!"

We kissed again and I laid down onto the couch, Grace on top of me, her head resting on my chest. Slowly we drifted off to sleep.

I watched as Grace came out in a gorgeous red dress. I saw Moriarty looking at her in a way that made me want to punch him in the face. She walked up to him and I watched as he ran his hands up and down her back, and I could see him tug at the fabric and that is when I broke. "Grace!" I yelled bursting in through the door.

"What are you doing here Sherlock?" She asked her voice had a twinge of disgust in it and I could see Moriarty's arm around her waist.

"Moriarty just hand her to me," I said pointing the gun I had brought at Moriarty.

He laughed, causing Grace to laugh. "Oh poor Sherlock, he thinks he has won." Moriarty laughed along with Grace. Grace's laugh was cold and heartless. "I've won Sherlock." He pulled Grace in and kissed her.

"No!" I charged running up to Moriarty and placing the barrel of the gun on his forehead. "Let. Her. Go!"

"Sherlock, I wouldn't try that, you see, I have the upper hand." He said as he snapped and a sniper light appeared on Grace's chest. "Drop the gun Sherlock. Drop it." Quickly I dropped the gun not willing to lose Grace. "Good boy!" Moriarty smiled. "Grace, sweetheart, pick up the gun for me," She nodded and she smiled as she picked up the gun and pointed it at me.

"Grace," I gasped staring at her in shock.

"Oh Sherlock, did you actually think I loved you, it was all just an act, did you think that anyone could love you." She laughed as she walked up to me. I took a step back but she just grabbed me and pulled me close. She leaned in and kissed me. Then I heard a pop and the next thing I remember is opening my eyes, a horrible pain in my chest. I was on the ground. I looked up to see Moriarty and Grace laughing before Grace kissed Moriarty.

I awoke with a start. Breathing deeply, I looked and saw Grace snuggled into my chest, a slight smile on her face. Slowly I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her. "It was just a nightmare," I sighed.

"What was just a nightmare?" Someone asked and I turned to see Lestrade standing in the doorway, a smile stretched across his face. I shot up so fast; I nearly knocked Grace to the ground. Before she could fall, I quickly grabbed her.

"Sherlock what are you…" She started as she looked at Lestrade. Quickly she flung herself to the other side of the couch. "Detective Inspector Lestrade, uh, hi," She said nervously as she patted down her bed head.

"And hello to you, Miss Watson," He replied the smile never leaving his face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"There's been a murder," He stated the smiled fading.

"The National Gallery"

"Alright, well what's odd about it?"

"What?" He asked confuse.

"Something must be odd, or you wouldn't be here."

"It's kind of different to explain, you have to see it for yourself."

"Alright, well, Grace," I cleared my throat; "will you go and wake John and tell him to hurry up and get dressed, because we have a case." She nodded as she headed toward the stairs. She turned back to say something but I shook my head and she headed upstairs.

Lestrade turned back, his smile returning.

"It's not what you think," I said trying to explain.

"Oh, I think it's exactly what I think."

"She had a terrible nightmare last night and John decided that we needed to have Grace be protected because he was worried about Moriarty coming and getting her, so I volunteered to the first watch." I ranted.

"Alright Sherlock," He smiled.

Grace hurried down the stairs, she had changed into a grey sweater and some faded jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a small ponytail. "John's coming," she squeaked.

"We'll be there in a few don't want for us."

Lestrade smiled as he went down the stairs.

"Wait!" I yelled following Lestrade, "Don't tell John,"

"Why would I tell John something that you said is nothing?" Lestrade said smiling before he left.

Slowly I headed up the stairs.

"That was bad," Grace said grabbing my hand.

"Yes very," I said squeezed her hand slightly before I dragged her to my bedroom. We stopped right in front my door as I pulled her into my arms.

"Are you coming with us?" I asked kissing her hair.

"Of course."

"Please be careful," I said.

"I'm always careful."

"Grace, the last time you went to a crime scene I almost lost you."

"Sherlock, I promise I won't leave your side." She said.

"I can't lose you, I can't," I sighed as she pulled me towards her, her lips crashing into mine.

I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Grace," I sighed as I leaned her against the wall.

"I love you," She sighed as I kissed her neck. I worked my way, kissing down her neck until I reached her collarbone and then I brought my lips back to hers.

"Grace! Sherlock!" John called.

I sighed in annoyance as I lowered Grace to the ground. We both took a moment to catch our breaths before she called out.

"I'm in the kitchen John!" She yelled as she kissed me again before heading into the kitchen.

I smiled as I headed into my room to get changed.