Sherlock
As the helicopter took off I turned to look at Grace was still shaking. I opened my mouth to speak when Mycroft suddenly handed me two sets of headphones gesturing me to put them on. Quickly I handed one to Grace and we put them on.
"We will probably be there by morning. I'm going to turn off my headset till we get there so I don't hear your smut talk."
"Hey!" Grace snapped.
"Thanks Mycroft." I sighed annoyed.
Then he turned away and I turned towards Grace who had her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.
"Grace," I started my voice sounding strange over the headset. "What did Anderson say to you."
"It's nothing we need to worry about right now." She said placing her head in her hands.
"Grace are you alright." I asked reaching my hands over to rub her back.
"I can't do this," she gasped her voice cracking.
"Then you don't have to, I'll go to the house and find whatever it is…" I started.
"No, that's not what I mean. It doesn't matter whether I go into that house or not, Moriarty is still in my head and I can't deal with it anymore." She cried.
Quickly I unbuckled and moved over to the seat next to Grace. "What do you mean," I asked grabbing her hand.
"I, I don't know." She cried as she leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Grace listen to me," I said grabbing her chin tilting it so she was looking at me. "You are one of the strongest people I know. You will get through this. And I will be by your side every step of the way." Slowly I brought my lips onto hers afraid of scaring her again. When we broke apart she quickly buried her head in my chest.
"What did I ever do to deserve you." She smiled.
"I think I should be the one who should be saying that!" I said kissing her again. Suddenly I felt my phone ring In my pocket. I quickly pulled it out to find that I had 30 missed calls from John.
"Damn!" I thought, I had completely forget about telling John what was going on.
Grace looked over my shoulder looking at the phone.
"Jesus we forgot about John!" Grace gasped.
"I will call him when we land." I replied as I pulled her into my arms her head resting on my shoulder. "You need to sleep."
"Sherlock, I'm not going to be able to sleep." Grace replied.
"Try, or else you are going to get sick." I said but as soon as I said it I realized I sounded like John.
"Alright mother!" Grace laughed as she slowly closed her eyes.
"Grace and I are fine but we are in the air right now, I will call you when we land."
"What in the hell is going on?" John replied.
I didn't even reply as I leaned my head on Grace's as I fell asleep .
I was in a panic, something was missing, someone was missing, But I couldn't figure out who. I raced around the dark hallways looking, searching for whatever I needed to find. Suddenly a bright light came on, blinding me. When my eyes adjusted, I found Mary on the floor eyes wide and her throat slit.
"No!" I screamed but no sound came out. As I reached out to help her the light quickly shut off and my hands hit a wall.
"Sherlock!" A voice screamed but I couldn't tell whose voice it was though I recognized it.
I quickly ran in the direction of the screaming though it felt as though the walls were craving on me. Again a light quickly turned on to reveal John laying on the ground, dead, just as Mary was. I froze unable to think, or speech, or react.
"Sherlock," the voice screamed again. This time I realized whose voice it was.
"Grace!" I screamed taking off in a sprint. The walls were truly closing in on me now. But I didn't care. I knew now whom I was searching for. And I needed to find Grace fast. "Grace where are you!" I called but the only answer I received was her screaming my name again.
I turned one corner hard and ran face first into a wall. The shock sent me flying backwards landing on my back. When I opened my eyes regaining my composer I found Grace standing in front of me. She was covered with blood.
"Grace, are you alright?" I asked when suddenly I saw her face. It was covered in makeup, makeup that resembled that of a ventriloquist dummy.
Her jaw suddenly dropped and a voice said.
"Save me Sherlock." It said but it wasn't Grace's voice.
"What is going on?" I asked and that's when I noticed the wires attacked to her arms as she brought out a knife that was covered in blood.
My eyes followed the wires to find Moriarty controlling Grace.
"Why couldn't you, save me Sherlock." Moriarty mimicked Grace's voice.
Looking back down at Grace I found her holding the knife against her neck, her mouth still open.
"Save me." Moriarty said again mimicking Grace.
"Don't," I screamed reaching for word trying to stop Grace's hands but she sliced the knife against neck spraying blood all over my face.
"Grace!" I screamed.
I woke with a start to find Grace staring at me worry in her eyes.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"I'm fine, but Sherlock you were whimpering in your sleep. What's wrong?" She asked as her fingers worked their way into my hair.
"It's fine, it was just a nightmare. I'm fine." I lied pulling for closer breathing in her scent.
Suddenly Mycroft spoke. "We're here." He said and I leaned over to look out the window. We were above an island. The only thing on it was one mansion. It was huge, but all alone.
I looked back at Grace who had turned as white as a sheet.
"It's ok. I'm here. Nothing is going to hurt you. We can turn back." I said.
"No… No I'm fine." Grace said as she grabbed my hand.
We landed soon after and the minute I got out of the helicopter, I took out m phone calling John.
"Where the hell is my sister!" John screamed.
"John listen…" I started.
"And what is this about someone getting murdered out in front of the flat. Why are you being chased by the police. And where is Mycroft, he just seemed to… wait is he with you."
"John will you give me a moment to speak. Grace is find she's with me and so is Mycroft. We were attacked by a man who claimed to work for someone who is after Grace. So we had to go back to the house where Moriarty was keeping her to…"
"You did what! Sherlock she's not going to be able to handle that, you are going to make her go insane." John screamed.
"No John she's…" I started as I looked around but Grace wasn't there. "John I'll call you back." Panicking I hung up the phone. "Mycroft!" I screamed.
"What do you want!" Mycroft sighed coming around in front of the helicopter.
"Where is Grace?" I tried to sound calm but my voice was giving away my fear.
"She ran inside." Mycroft said and with that I started to make my way inside when suddenly Mycroft grabbed my arm. "Listen Sherlock everything in the house is just as it was the day I found Grace. Apart from Moriarty's body of course but all the blood stains are there."
"Why?" I gasped as my eyes darted to the house.
"I don't exactly have time to look through the entire house. Plus I do believe Moriarty may have hidden some important items was going to destroy the building next year."
"Mycroft though I would love to… no that's alive your reasoning bores me plus I really must go find Grace. Thank you for all you have done brother." I stated now completely ignoring Mycroft.
"I will be back by 10 tonight. I do not want Grace staying overnight in that house, understood." Mycroft snapped as he let me go.
"Understood now if you would excuse me," I started.
"Yes I know, go find Grace." He rolled his eyes as he smiled. Quickly I took off towards the house.
I made my way onto the porch where I found the sliding glass door open.
"Grace!" I called as I entered the house.
All the house was made of marble and the emptiness echoed every little sound. That's when I heard the sound of someone being sick.
"Grace!" I screamed as I followed the sound of her voice upstairs.
There were so many rooms so many doors. I feared I would never find Grace. Finally, I turned to find one of the doors at the end of the hall open.
"Grace!" I screamed again as I ran into the room. However when I found what room it was I skidded to a stop.
My mind raced with all the thoughts and images as I stood in the bedroom. The sheets on the bed were twisted and torn up. That when I noticed the ripped articles of clothing lying on the floor. Then there was the blood. I closed my eyes as I could see it all unfolding in front of me as if it were really happening all over again. I could see Moriarty throwing Grace onto the bed and ripping her clothes off. Then as I opened my eyes again, I saw the bat by the nightstand that still had blood on it. Graces blood. I could feel my knees buckle.
Then I heard Grace again. "Grace!" I called as I ran into the bathroom to find Grace hunched over the loo throwing her guts up. As I ran towards her I noticed that the bathroom mirror on was shattered. "Are you ok?" I asked as I pulled her hair out of her face.
"Yeah, I think it was just the helicopter." She groaned as she wiped her mouth. "We need to start looking for whatever we need to find." She started to stand up but she fell. Quickly I got her pulling her into my arms.
"I can call Mycroft. Grace he will be here in an instant." I said as I held her.
"No, no!" Grace screamed as she pushed away from me. "We have to find this!"
"Grace!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry, but everything has to get back to normal, I need everything to get back to normal."
"Gracie, I can see what's happening to you even though you try to hide it I see it and this house is adding to it." I said when suddenly a sad smile went across Grace's face as she rushed out of the room. "Grace!"I screamed as I followed her.
When I came out of the bathroom I found Grace sitting on the bed gripping the covers.
"What are you doing Grace?" I asked.
"You're scared of me," She cried as she brought the covers around her.
"Gracie of course I'm…" I said starting towards her.
"No, you are. I can see it. At first I thought maybe you were afraid to hurt me, but when you knocked that gun out of my hand with Sam, I saw the fear in your eyes towards me." She cried.
"That's because what you did to Sam, what you were going to do to Sam, was vicious something I didn't think you were capable of." I said.
"I told you I had changed Sherlock. I'm not the little girl you fell in love with." Grace said looking at the ground.
"Grace you are," I said kneeling down in front of her grabbing her hands. "Just because you are a little broken doesn't mean I love you any less. And broken doesn't mean you can't be fixed.
"Sherlock I am beyond fixing." Grace cried.
"I'm not giving up on you so don't you dare give up on me." I pleaded as I place my head on her cheek.
"Sherlock, as soon as we find this thing, I'm leaving. At least until I get my head clear of Moriarty."
"No I am not letting you out of my sight. Whatever hold Moriarty has on your mind is dangerous." I replied gripping her hands tighter.
"What was your dream, Sherlock." Grace suddenly said standing up.
"Grace?" I asked.
"In your dream, I hurt people did I?" She cried.
""It was just a dream Grace, it doesn't mean…"
"Who did I hurt, you?" She asked again.
"You killed Mary and John." I sighed and Grace quickly backed up crying even more. "But Moriarty was controlling you and it was just a dream."
"No like you said about me with Sam, I was vicious. That wasn't even me seeing Moriarty, that was just me. What happens if I see Moriarty and I kill him and it turns about to be someone I care about. I'm dangerous I can't be around other people." Grace cried.
"You cannot be alone either!" I snapped. "Grace my dream ended with Moriarty making you kill yourself. Moriarty has already taken you away from me once. I will not lose you again."
"Sherlock," Grace started but I quickly rushed towards her. I pulled her into my arms as I kissed her. At first she started to push away but she quickly fell into my arms.
I felt her hand grab the back belt loop of my pants to pushing my hips into hers.
I groaned as I pushed Grace into a wall lifting her up so she was straddling me.
"I love you," She moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair before she moved them down to the bottom of my shirt pulling it up.
"No," I sighed setting Grace back down on the ground.
"Sherlock," She groaned trying to pull me back in.
"Grace," I said pushing her back as she pouted. "It's not that I don't want to, because I want too," I moaned kissing her neck as she smiled something I dearly missed. "But not here."
She sighed leaning her forehead on mine, "Fine."
"We should probably look for this mystery item. Mycroft is going to be back at ten."
"Alright, I'll start with this room and the closet. You go look in the kitchen." She smiled as she pulled me into her arms kissing me before shoving me away.
Quickly I went back down the marble stairs. The kitchen was directly to my left. It was huge, and there was still food on the stove. However what I noticed the most was the steak knife in the wall. My head started to play out a scene in front of me.
"Grace," Moriarty screamed.
"What do you want!" Grace snapped walking into the kitchen.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Moriarty screamed throwing the knife at Grace's head. He then ran at her grabbing her by the hair as he yanked her to the ground getting on top of her as he beat her.
Quickly I shook my head getting the scene out. Realizing it had been an hour since Mycroft left, I ran over to the drawers looking for anything that could be relevant. I cleared out every drawer but there was nothing but normal kitchen utensils. That's when I threw open a cupboard to find baby bottles.
"What?" I gasped taking a step back.
"God, I'm so stupid!" Grace yelled as she came barreling down the stairs.
"Grace, what is it?" I asked as I took off after her.
"I know where Moriarty would have hidden it." she said as she threw open a door which led downstairs. She rushed down them faster than I had ever seen anyone move.
"Grace!" I called as we entered the darkness of the basement. It wasn't so dark that I couldn't see anything as I saw Grace tart around one of the concrete wall corners. "Wait!"
Suddenly heard Grace scream. "Grace!" I called panicked as I rushed after he. When I turned the corner I found a door open showing a white room where Grace was sitting in the corner screaming.
"Gracie, what is it, what's wrong?" I asked as I wiped out the gun I had picked off of Mycroft's helicopter pilot. I searched the room but found it empty, no one and nothing. Absolutely nothing, just one giant room with white walls, a white ceiling and a white floor.
"It's gone, it was here. It can't be gone!" She screamed.
"Grace, what is it! What is gone?" I asked putting the gun away as i pulled
Grace into my arms.
"Only Moriarty knew this was here. He's back, oh God!" She started to hyperventilate.
"Grace, Moriarty is dead, now what are you talking about?"
"This room was an exact replica of the flat! Moriarty made it to torture me, it was here!" She said then she started to scream again.
"Grace, please, you're scaring me." I tried to calm her down, but she just kept screaming. She was screaming so hard and so loud that her face was turning red. "That's it, I'm calling Mycroft, we are getting you out of here." I quickly pulled out my mobile calling Mycroft.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Mycroft said sounding actually worried.
"We need you to come and get us now. Grace is freaking out saying there was a replica of my flat here. Did you see it?" I yelled over Grace's screaming .
"No, I didn't see anything, is that Grace screaming?" Mycroft asked.
"Yes, and she is really freaking me out." I said pulling Grace tighter to me.
"Alright, I will be there in an hour or so." Mycroft said and I quickly hung up.
"He's alive, oh God!" Grace said as she began to hyperventilate again.
"Grace, please stop, you are going to…" Just as I was about to say it, Grace passed out.
"Shit!" I said as I picked Grace up into my arms. I turned around just to be hit by something hard.