Alright so this Point of View is super long so I split it into two part so here is part one please review and i will hopefully have part 2 up soon. :)

Sherlock

"You what!" John yelled at me after I explained where Grace was. "Why didn't you go with her?"

"She didn't want me to!" I yelled back.

"You should have gone anyway!"

"John she has to do this on her own."

"Bullshit she does! If she dies Sherlock, I swear to God her blood will be on your hands!" John screamed, his words hitting me hard, like a punch to the chest. "Sherlock, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." John's voice softened.

"No, you're right, if Grace dies it will be my fault and I will never be able to live with myself." I said my voice hitching in my throat. "But I have faith in her; she'll come back safe and sound."

"Let's hope." John sighed.

The waiting was the worst part. John and I just sat in silence the worry consuming us.

"What if…" John started breaking the silence.

"No, John, no what if's. Talk to me about something else or else the worry is going to kill me." I said.

"Uh… What are we going to do about Moriarty?" He asked causing me to laugh. "I'm sorry it's the only thing I can think about." John sighed.

"It's ok, me too." I said.

John's phone suddenly buzzed and I felt my heart stop.

"John?"I asked my voice wavering.

"Oh God," He gasped as he threw me the phone.

"I'm so glad that I am on your mind Sherlock," The message read. "I think I'm blushing. Anyway, I thought I would pay a visit to St. Barts again maybe I'll run into someone."

"Grace!" I yelled as I quickly sprinted out the door.

"Call Molly!" John yelled from behind me.

My hands shook as I typed in the number, "Please pick up, please." I begged as the phone rang.

"Hello," I heard the voice say, however it wasn't Molly that answered, it was Grace.

"Oh thank God," I gasped skidding to a stop. "Are you ok?"

"Yes Sherlock, but…" Grace started.

'Wait why do you have Molly's phone?" I asked and suddenly the fear hit me again.

"He was here," Grace's voice cracked. "I'm fine but Molly… Molly, he must have attacked her and I tried to help, but I don't know and the doctor's won't tell me anything."

"We will be right there." I said but I couldn't move, everything hurt and my chest felt hallow.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" John asked.

I tried to talk but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

"Is it Grace?" John's eyes filled with tears.

"It's… Molly," I gasped.

"Oh God," John said.

"Grace needs us to get to the hospital."

"Well let go," John said but I still stayed still. John called a cab but I still didn't move. "Sherlock let's go!" He yelled.

"I can't, what if…" I started.

"No Sherlock, you said no what ifs," He said shoving me into the cab.

When we got to the hospital, we were taken from hallway after hallway. It felt never ending and as we passed through each hallway, the panic grew and grew. We finally turned onto the last hallway and I saw Grace sitting in a chair her head in her hands.

"Grace!" I called and she quickly looked over at me as she stood up. The whole front of her shirt and her pants were covered in blood along with her hands. I ran to her pulling her into my arms not caring about the blood. I placed my head on the back of her head pulling her close. "I'm so glad you're ok."

Unexpectedly I felt Grace shaking. I looked to see that she was crying.

"I found her Sherlock, there was so much blood. I did what I thought you would do, I tried to stop the bleeding, but I couldn't." She cried, "I yelled for ten minutes but no one came, I tried carrying her, but I wasn't strong enough. I had to drag her until I could find someone that could help." Her breathing started to get raspy.

"Grace, you did all you could." I said.

"He was here Sherlock, I saw him. I turned the corner and he was standing there, staring at me smiling. I remembered what you said about shooting him. I tried, but when I reached for my gun, Moriarty grabbed me and he told me that Molly was the first of many. Then he held a knife up to my neck. I thought he was going to kill me and all I could think about was you and John and how I was never going to see you two again and then I thought about Molly all alone dying in there and then I thought about how simple life would be if I was dead." I looked at her panicked and she must have seen my panic because she quickly said. "But then I thought about what it would do to you and John if I did die. But Moriarty did nothing, he just walked away. I went to save Molly and I let him get away. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." She sobbed leaning into my chest.

"Grace, you did the right thing." I said pulling her closer.

After I calmed Grace, down John took her to one of the doctor's to check out her ribs leaving me alone. I sat in the chair my hand in my hands waiting for news about Molly. As the minutes ticked on and on, I ran through the thoughts in my head of the chance that Molly had. By the amount of blood on Grace's clothes and hands, I thought that the chance was very slim.

"Mr. Holmes," Someone said and my head snapped up to see a doctor standing in front of me.

"How is she?" I asked jumping to my feet.

"She's going to make it." The doctor said causing me to sigh. "But she is lucky, if that girl hadn't found her when she did, Miss Hooper would be dead. "

"Can I go see her?" I asked.

"She's heavily sedated but yes I suppose, but the police will be here in a few minutes and they will have some question for you." He said as he walked off.

"Sherlock," I heard a voice call and I saw Grace coming down the hall.

"How are you?"I asked pulling her gently towards me.

"She has two broken ribs and a concussion," John said. "The doctor said she had to take it easy." He glared at me.

Smiling, I raised my hands up in surrender. "Did you go see Mrs. Hudson?" I asked.

Grace shook her head, "No, I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I did," John said. "I tried to explain to her what has been going on, without putting her in any more danger. She was cross that Sherlock didn't come to see her, but I told her you were waiting for news on Molly."

"What did you find out?" Grace asked.

"Molly is fine, thanks to you. The doctor said that if you hadn't had found her when you did Molly would be dead." I said, but I could see that it wasn't making her feel any better. "The doctor said we can go in, but she's sedated." I opened the door and John walked in, but Grace stayed.

"I'll just stay here." She said.

"Grace…" I started.

"No, no I'll be fine, I can't go in."

"Ok Grace," I sighed kissing her forehead.

As I walked into the room, I saw Molly lying there, wires everywhere. The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the white room. Her face looked so pale against the pillow.

"Oh my God." John gasped as he picked up Molly's chart.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"It says she had multiple stab wounds to the abdomen."

"Grace was right." I gasped.

"What?"

"She said that it was just a matter of time before he hurt someone we cared about and look, he almost killed Molly."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Well, first of all we need to send Grace away for awhile."

"Wait why?'

"She won't let us go after Moriarty without her, and I can't risk losing her. I was thinking we could send her to Paris or somewhere far away. Maybe we could send her to your sisters." I said.

"How do you plan on doing this? Grace is not just going to leave willingly." John said as he put the chart down.

"I don't know but I will figure it out tomorrow. I want to spend some time with her, if that's all right with you."

"She's not going to forgive you easily you do realize that right."

"I know but her safety is more important to me."

John looked down and I swear for a split second a smile was upon his face. "Let's go," I said.

I opened the door to see Grace sitting in the chair looking at me. The sun hitting her eyes making them a warm chocolate color. "Ready?" I asked her and she nodded as I held her close.

After we talked to the police, we headed home. The rest of the day, I didn't let Grace get more than a few feet away from me. I knew that she could tell something was wrong but I tried my best to hide my sadness and I could tell John was too.

Before it was time to head to bed, I went to my room giving John and Grace some time alone. I wasn't prepared for the goodbye. I knew what waited for me in the morning. John was right, Grace would hate me and I didn't think things were going to be the same way again but I had to make sure she was safe. I could almost feel the tenseness in the air as Grace came into the room.

"What is going on?" She demanded.

"No question Grace, tonight it's just you and me." I said pulling her close. Softly I placed a kiss on her lips. She pulled me back onto the bed. I propped myself up on my arms as not hurt her ribs.

"Sherlock?" She asked looking up at me; her hair sprawled around her head like a halo.

"Are you ok?" I asked afraid I had hurt her.

"I'm fine." She said placing her hand on my cheek. Her skin was cold as usual, but it felt good upon mine. "I love you," She whispered.

"I love you." I said as she kissed me. The soft kissed became fiercer and fiercer. A soft moan escaped my lips as Grace started to unbutton my shirt. Just before she pushed it off my shoulders, I stopped her. "Are you sure about this?" I asked not wanting to go any further unless she was absolutely ready.

"I'm ready Sherlock, I want you." She said and I think that some part of her knew what was happening tomorrow. Throwing the shirt, I began kissing her again my hands trembling as I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her. We both continued undressing one another piece by piece until there was nothing left to remove. The moonlight shone through the window onto Grace's naked form.

"You're so beautiful." I breathed as I gently ran my fingers across her ribs causing her to tremble.

"Sherlock," She begged and I quickly silenced her with a kiss. We made love again and then again, letting go of everything and for one night, the only thought in my head was about a gorgeous girl who loved me and how much I was desperately in love with her. After we were done, we lay in each other arms.

"Grace," I breathed as she looked up at me with so much love in her eyes. "I love you so much." I said my voice cracking.

"I love you too." She smiled.

As we both drifted off to sleep, I swear I could hear someone's quiet sobbing.