A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile. Life has started to catch up on us so it's been hard to find time to write. Hopefully updates will come sooner!

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- Storm

Sherlock pov

"Your name?" Lestrade asked this boy, this boy who was supposedly Ella's boyfriend.

"Ryan" he said trying to pull his hand out of the handcuffs, there were bruises on his on his hands. He has hit something, quite recently considering those bruises are just starting to form. "Full name?" Lestrade asked, tapping his pen on the pad of paper impatiently.

"Ryan Mathew Henderson." he said rolling his eyes.

"What is your relationship to Ella Rose Watson?" Lestrade asked, finally we are getting somewhere.

"Boyfriend, 6 months" he said, Ella had a boyfriend. How did she keep this a secret?

"Have you-" Lestrade choked, "have you been abusing her?"

"No" he said not looking Lestrade in the eyes,

"Liar." I said,

"Am not." he shot back, a little bit childish don't you think…

"LIAR!" I yelled slamming my hands on the table, John put his hand on my shoulders to try and calm me down.

"Sherlock. Next time you interject you will be sent out of the room. Do you understand?" Lestrade said warningly,

"Yes L-" I said stopping myself from going on.

"Have you been abusive towards Ella at all?" Lestrade asked again.

"Fine!" Ryan said, "yes I have, but it was only when she wasn't giving me what I wanted"

"Please expand on that." Lestrade said gripping the pen tighter.

"Well when she didn't want to do something. She was defying my power and as me being the dominant species I had to show her, her place." he said with a smirk on his face. That was too much for me, before anyone had blinked I stood up and smacked that look off his face. "Thats it Sherlock, out!" Lestrade yelled at me looking furious. I scowled one last time at Ryan before stomping out of the room with John in close pursuit.

"Sherlock, I know what he did was wrong, but you can't just do that!" John started,

"How did I not know Ella had a boyfriend?" I asked, that's the thing that's keeping me on my toes. "How?"

"SHERLOCK!" John said trying to get my attention, "It's a privilege that we can do this, you can't call everyone a liar." he said,

"But everyone is a liar, no matter if you're an angel." I said, "everyone lies."

"Don't be a smart ass Sherlock!" John grumbled, he clenched his fists. I love it when he gets angry, he is so cute.

"How did I not know?" I scolded myself, I should have noticed the little clues like how she was getting dressed up to go into town and the more makeup she was wearing. Suddenly my phone began to buzz in my pocket, I quickly glanced down at the caller id and saw it was Emma and I knew that she wouldn't call me unless she had a good reason to, "Its Emma," I told a curious John. "Hello?" I spoke quietly,

"It's Ella," Emma said struggling to keep her voice steady, "Her heart stopped…"

"WHAT?" I said, "What happened next?"

"The doctors came in and they've kicked me out." I could hear Emma crying on the phone, "I can't see her!" she said fully breaking down. On the other end of the phone I could hear someone else trying to calm her down, a boy by the sounds of it and around Emma's age. "Are you going to be okay or do you want us to come down?"

"Um… I think I will be fine."
"You sure? Ok just call us if you need anything."

"I will. Bye." And the line went dead.

"What happened?" John questioned looking slightly scared.

"Ella's heart stopped!"I said, maybe the boy talking to Emma was blond?

"Please tell me the doctors are there…" John asked with sad brown eyes.

"Yes, Emma is freaking out though." I told him plainly,

"Do we need to go down." he asked,

"No she said she was fine." I started, leaving out the part about the boy. John looked like he was about to cry. Seeing John on the brink of crying broke my heart. My arms enveloped themselves around his warm body, trying to block out the world. After what felt like an hour of standing like this he pushed away from me, and suddenly pulled me back in. His lips were soft, but tear-streaked and wet. My eyes were shut, but I could feel his staring at me through his eyelids. His arms weaved around mine, and around my body, and tightened. His arms were strong, but restrained, and pulled me in even closer. My hands started moving up, through the small of his back and slithered up his neck into his hair. I tugged the matt of sandy blond hair that lay smoothly and perfectly on his head. He was a terrific kisser. One of his hands flew above my neck into my hair, and my scalp was then on fire -not actual fire, more like an invigorating tingly feeling. I adjusted my body, and our bodies melted into one, almost. His kisses intensified once more, but his mouth was still as soft as ever. Then, John finally pulled away… I wished he hadn't. I could have stayed like that forever… I heard someone clear their throat. It was Lestrade. Of course he had to come and ruin the moment. "Yes?" I asked sarcastically,

"Um… I have all the information we need," he said, I could tell his mind was on other things, "We can arrest Ryan." Is it wrong that I smiled? John squeezed my hand.

"SALLY!" Lestrade yelled, causing her to come running. He threw her a pile of papers, "Sort these out, I need to be somewhere else…" he said, trying to hide what he was really doing. Silly Lestrade, I can see right through him. We might as well go back to Baker's st. I started to walk out the door, "Sherlock where are you going?" John asked stopping me in my tracks. "I told you…" didn't I?

"Nope…" he said,

"For gods sake John, BAKER'S STREET!" He really can be so goddamn frustrating. I walked out to the street. "TAXI!"

John pov

Sherlock and I were sitting in the apartment. Everything was silent; no cars or traffic tearing down the streets around the block outside the building, no shouting or arguing in the rooms next to us. Everyone and everything was quiet… especially Sherlock. He couldn't even look at me; he just stares straight ahead of us, to the wall.

I shuffled my body over, next to him. I place my hand next to his, and rub my thumb against the top of his smooth hand. Finally, he looks at me, and smiles. I notice a tear running down his face, and I move my other hand up towards his face, and wipe away the small pearl of water that gracefully started to slide down his face. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek softly. He chuckles slightly… slightly. He pulled me closer, and I wrapped my arms around him, letting him ease his body onto mine. We sat there together, bodies knitted together, for what felt like hours.

Sherlock finally spoke up. "I still can't believe it…." he whimpered into my chest, tugging on my shirt jacket.

"I know, I know. It's- it's…." I exhaled slowly. "It's going… to be difficult, from now on."

I kissed him again. Sherlock's lips were soft and pink, as usual, but tear-stained. He kissed me back, and began running his hand up the small of my back. My hand snaked up his neck into his hair, starting to lightly tug his hair. Sherlock moved his way upwards on the couch, to face me, and started to kiss me harder. It was almost always impossible to kiss him with my mouth closed. It was almost always impossible for him to kiss me back with his mouth open, too.

Sherlock started pulling my hair tighter; the other hand pressed against my chest. Suddenly we were lying on the couch, Sherlock half-lying on top of me. He was so warm, his body rubbing up against my own. The pillows poured over the edge of the couch as Sherlock and I embraced and kissed and cried together…. I didn't even realise he was crying until we unlocked lips, and a tear dropped lazily and helplessly onto my cheek. I patted away the tears from his face and brought his chin back in front of mine. His eyes closed, and his forehead bowed, and touched mine. I kissed him again, then once more on the forehead, and let his face rest against my chest.

We lay there together, and I didn't want to let him go.

He would have done the same.

Emma pov

It felt like ages until Uncle Mycroft turned up. Even though I didn't tell him it was obvious that he get alerted every time something happens to his family. Damn CCTV. When I saw him I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore, I raced down the hallway to him and enveloped him in a hug. Normally he would have said some comment about caring is a chemical defect found on the losing side, but this time he respectfully held his silence. Apparently the Holmes brothers weren't that good at how to console people because Uncle Mycroft just stood there patting my back awkwardly.

"Emma, do you feel safe?" Mycroft asked,
"What do you mean?" I said letting go of the hug.
"At home."

"Um... Yeah…" I said confused at why he asked. "Why?""

"It was just a thought. Don't worry" he said trying to push off the subject. Oh no he doesn't.

"Why?" I said putting more pressure on the question

"Um... I was thinking maybe it would be better for you and Ella to not live with John and Sherlock a little bit" he said trying to still push off the subject

"Why?" I asked a little uncertain about what was going on.
"I don't think it's the right kind of environment for you girls."

"What! I don't understand!"

"You should put that on a t-shirt." He said smirking, he is just like Father

"Now is not the time for jokes! Please Uncle Mycroft this is the life I have been brought up in, and anyway how are we going to survive in a normal home environment? I mean we would be the worst people to room with at a foster home, knowing their secrets, guessing their plans"

"I never said anything about a foster home" Mycroft said

"I still don't understand…" I said shaking my head.
"And that's the back of the t-shirt!" He smirked

I just glared at Uncle Mycroft knowing that if I said more he would just insult me again. He raised an eyebrow daring me to speak more because he knew that I was biting my tongue. "You may want to call your parents and ask them to come in. Do you need to borrow my phone?" He asked in a softer tone. I made a quick decision that maybe that it would be best to call father and dad because I can't stay here alone, because the hospital staff would kick me out, and I have no money to buy food, I would feel bad taking from Uncle Mycroft even though he works for the government and probably has a lot of money. I looked at Ella once more before I nodded to Uncle Mycroft. He quickly wiped some tears off my face, I was crying, when did I start crying again. Before he handed me his phone we both heard some familiar foot steps round the corner.

Greg pov

I walked out after explaining to Sally what I needed her to do. I walked out to my car and started the engine. I was going to see Ella whether Sherlock and Emma liked it or not. Little rain drops fell on to the windscreen and played blob. As they chased each other around and joined together. Thankfully I found a close park to the entrance so I didn't get too wet. I ran in and up to Ella's room. I saw Emma outside with tear stains streaking her face, she was talking to a brown haired man with an umbrella. I saw her eyes dart toward me and then back to the man. Maybe it's Mycroft? The man turned around to face me, then I could see his face clearly. "Oh, it's you Mycroft!" I said releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"I do believe so…" he said with a sarcastic smile, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Ella…" I said pointing at the door. I looked through the glass part of the door to see about 6 people running around in there.

"You can't." Mycroft said in a very matter of fact voice.

"Why not?" I walked over to the door to get a better look through the glass.

"Ella's heart stopped, they are trying to bring her back." Mycroft said bluntly. I could hear Emma sniffling, I could also hear the calm voices of the doctors and nurses in there. But I also saw a blond boy in there, talking to one of the doctors. When I say talking, I mean yelling at full volume. Then the blond boy stormed over to the door and yanked it open. I jumped out of the way as he slammed to door closed again. "Alex," Emma gasped, what is up with the girls and going for the boys that seem dangerous. "What happened?" I saw Mycroft eye the boy and tighten his grip on his umbrella.

"The doctors are being dicks." he said breathing heavily,

"They are doing their jobs!" I said, Alex shot me a murderous look.

"Well they aren't doing a very good job!" he hissed.

"How so?" I quizzed,

"They are barely paying attention to Ella!" he said, clenching his fist.

"I'm sure thats not true" Emma managed to say.

"You're calling me a LIAR?" he yelled as he stormed over to her. Emma stumbled back a little bit and Mycroft held out his umbrella to stop him getting to Emma.

"I would be carefull if I were you…" he hissed at Alex.

"What do you think I am going to do?" Alex asked staring at Mycroft.

"Something you might regret."

"Oh really? Like this?" Alex said as he grabbed the umbrella and ripped it out of his grip and threw it down the hall. I walked a little closer.

"Alex stop" Emma said with strength,

"Why? Why should I?" he asked,

"Because if you do anything else you might get thrown in jail…" she said,

"For what? THROWING AN UMBRELLA?" he yelled at her,

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" she yelled back, this is going to go bad quickly.

"SORRY FOR WORRYING ABOUT ELLA!" he said taking a step closer to Emma.

"She isn't your sister!" Emma said looking at her feet. Alex just blinked.

"Well you don't seem too worried." he hissed, this boy is getting on my last nerve.

"What happened to the sweet boy I met a few hours ago?"

"You happened." he replied softly. I exchanged a look with Mycroft. What the hell is going on? The door then opened and the doctor came through. "What happened?" Alex asked.

"Her heart is going again, but she is very, very weak." the doctor said, I started to get even more worried.

"What can we do?" I asked,

"Well both girls have been through a lot, and for Ella we still don't know everything that happened. I think it would be better if the girls weren't in the same kind of lifestyle as they were before the accident, maybe it would be better to be put into different households?" he said.

"My thoughts exactly!" Mycroft said. With a little smile the doctor went back into the room. I looked over to see Emma and Alex in a tender embrace, I really don't understand. I watched the doctor's leave the room and I made my way in. I saw Ella lying in her bed breathing slowly and the machines bleeped away. I walked up to her bed and looked down at her. She is so peaceful. Her long messy brown hair fell around her on the pillow, and her soft blue eyes were closed as she slept. I looked up as Mycroft walked in. "Do you know what happened to her?" he asked,

"No, but I can only assume" I said looking down,

"I see, when were you planning on getting actual facts?" Mycroft asked accusingly,

"When she gets out of hospital." I shot back, "she needs time."

"Right, well I am going to get my useless brother…" he said as he left.