June 27th 2011

My night's sleep was probably the best one I've had in a long time. Except the rude disturbance which awoke me at 7:30 this morning. Loud knocking from the front door startled me. I fell out of my bed with a loud thump. "Boys! You've got a client!" Mrs Hudson called up the stairs to me and into the other room at the end of the corridor downstairs to Sherlock.

Sherlock ran to the door to find a young girl in her late 20's, red eyed and sobbing in the doorway. "Sherlock?" She whimpered. "Oh Sherlock" she collapsed into Sherlock's hugging him and crying into his chest.

I was stood staring at Sherlock throughout all this not really knowing what to say. Who was she? How did Sherlock know her?

"It's okay Grace. I'm here" He said gently and quickly placing his lips on the top of her head.

I gave Sherlock a confused look. "Who is she?" I silently mouthed to him in which he replied with a simple eye roll with Grace still in his arms.

"Come on let's get you sat down" Sherlock let go of Grace and helped her to the sofa.

"So, you two clearly know each other. Care to explain how?" I quizzed Sherlock sitting down in my normal space by the fire.

"We were at University together. Her father was our professor. That's all you need to know" Sherlock quickly said. There was clearly more to this story then what he was making out to be, but now wasn't the time to question him about it.

"Sherlock. Please you need to help me" Grace said in a panicked tone.

"I will now tell me what's wrong" He replied gripping hold of Grace's hand in reassurance.

"Father. He's disappeared. He never came home from work last night. I rung the university and they said he wasn't there. I've checked all his usual place and nothing! Sherlock I'm scared. It's not like him to just vanish. You know what he's like he would never do anything like this!" Grace was now becoming hysterical. Sherlock moved closer to her, pulling her in close and holding her tight.

"I know. We will find him I promise you! Where are you staying at the moment?" Sherlock asked.

"Nowhere. I've been driving since the crack of dawn." She replied moving slightly away from Sherlock to look him in the eyes.

"Don't bother booking a hotel, you're staying with us" Sherlock sprung up from the sofa and started walking into the kitchen.

"Wait. Sherlock? Where is she going to sleep? If you remember we only have 2 bedrooms and both are occupied!" I hastening spoke.

"Grace can have my room and I'll sleep on the sofa if I must." He was determined to have her round.

"Oh no I can't do that" Grace protested.

"No you can and you will. No questions asked. If John has a problem with it he can speak to me about it" Sherlock turned and directed his eye contact at me. Why would I have a problem with a girl staying in our flat? Of course I don't I mean yeah it's weird that she'll be sleeping in Sherlock's bed. A girl I've never met or even heard of before sleeping in my friend's bed. I guess I'll have to deal with it. I smiled at Sherlock sarcastically.

"Sherlock can I have a word?" I said slightly annoyed by his decision. I got up and walked over to him. We both walked into Sherlock's bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

Sherlock sighed. "What?"

"Who the hell is she Sherlock? You've just brought a total stranger into our flat that I've never met before and then just happened to invite her to stay! So you tell me now! Who. Is. She?!" I ranted to Sherlock in a hushed tone.

"John. You have to trust me. Grace is someone I was at university with. Her father was her professor. That's all you need to know" Sherlock battled against me.

"No. Not this time. No, you're going to tell me everything starting with how you know her and don't you dare just say 'Oh from Uni' I want to know how you REALLY know her!" I gave Sherlock a furious look.

He sighed once again. "Me and Grace… We were in a relationship. But things got difficult so we decided to end it." Sherlock was finally opening up to me.

"But I thought you said ever since that girl when you were 17, you never bothered with relationship?" I asked.

"Yes well I lied, if you hadn't figured, that's what I do best. Stops people getting hurt" Sherlock was annoyed with me I could tell. I unlocked the door and left. Upon entering the living room I found Grace unconscious on the sofa.

"Jesus Christ! SHERLOCK!" I called. I ran over and checked her pulse. "Grace? Grace can you hear me?" I asked the unresponsive body.

"John?! John what is…?" Sherlock came bounding into the living room but stopped as soon as he saw Grace unconscious. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little before running over and practically pushing me out the way to be at her side. "Oh my god Grace! Please wake up! Grace! It's Sherlock say something!" He smoothed over her cheek and pressed his lips on her forehead again. I didn't really know what to feel or what to say. Was I mad at him because he had just shoved me out of the way like he would do to the morning newspaper? Or did I understand slightly how he was feeling?

"Sherlock. Give her some space. Come on" I grabbed hold of his shoulders and tried to pull him up. Instead he just shrugged me off, turned around and started to walk slowly towards me with anger in his eyes.

"What is your problem, John?" Oh dear… once again Mr Drama queen thought I had a bloody problem. "You have been funny with me ever since Grace arrived this morning! So tell me. What. Is. Your. Problem?!" He looked like he was about to punch me. But I couldn't tell him. I wasn't jealous exactly, I just wasn't used to this side of Sherlock.

"Sherlock. Please. Just, calm down" I put my hands up in front of me for protection. I'm not sure why, I knew Sherlock too well. I knew he would never hit me.

"NO JOHN I WILL NOT! YOU TELL ME NOW! TELL ME NOW YOU SELFISH BASTARD! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? ARE YOU JEALOUS THAT I'M GIVING SOMEONE ELSE ATTENTION FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF YOU?" He was screaming at me now!

"WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF A SELFISH, RUDE, INCONSIDERABLE SOCIOPATH WHO THINKS OF NO ONE BUT HIS BLOODY SELF!" I screamed back at him.

"Oh so I think of MYSELF! If I constantly think of myself John, then why did I save you from Moriarty blowing you up?! Why did I save you from those Chinese smugglers? Hmm? Because THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS DO JOHN! THEY LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE FRIENDS SHERLOCK! YOU CONSTANTLY REMIND ME OF THAT FACT AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL LIKE CRAP BECAUSE OF IT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOU…"I stopped myself before I got too deep emotionally

"WHAT? WHAT JOHN? HOW MUCH I WHAT, MEAN TO YOU? YOU KNOW I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SORT OF STUFF JOHN! LEARN TO DEAL WITH THAT OR JUST LEAVE!" How dare he speak to me like this! I knew he was upset about Grace but he didn't have to take it out on me! I had to take action to stop myself from punching him. I stared at him before grabbing my jacket and leaving 221b. I didn't bother shutting the door behind me. "FOR GOD SAKE!" I heard Sherlock shout. "JOHN! JOHN COME BACK HERE! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN…"

"NO SHERLOCK! YOU NEVER MEAN IT DO YOU? I'M FED UP OF PLAYING THIS GAME ANYMORE! IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU! IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN AND IT ALWAYS WILL BE! SO I'M DOING WHAT YOU WANT. LEAVING!" I started to run down the stairs.

"JOHN! I DON'T WANT THAT AT ALL!" He screamed back.

"WELL YOU CLEARLY DO! OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SAID IT WOULD YOU?!" I had had enough of Sherlock. I had to go.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE AND I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS WORLD WHO CAN ACTUALLY DEAL WITH ME" I stopped at the bottom of the stairs for a moment. I could feel his warmth on my back. He was only a step or two behind me.

I turned around and looked up at him. "Goodbye Sherlock." I said bluntly before storming down the stairs, out the door and slamming it shut. I continued walking until I the corner of the road. I had no clue where I was going to go. And then it came to me. If I went to Bart's and spoke with Molly. Maybe that would annoy him.

I didn't want to take a cab, gave me too little time to think about things. I decided to walk to Bart's which was about 20 minutes away on foot. I walked along with my hands deep in my trouser pockets. I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out to see the familiar number texting me again.

'John please come home. I'm sorry.

SH'

No. I wasn't going to give in this time. I wasn't going to reply or go back. He didn't deserve my time anymore. Sherlock had made his point clear. He didn't want me around anymore now he had Miss Perfect Pants up stairs laying on our sofa. I wasn't trying to get him away from her! Well I was but for medical reason but of course he took it the wrong way and now look where I am!

My phone buzzed again.

'John. I need you. Please come home. You know I'm sorry.

SH'

I ignored it again. And I was planning on ignoring him until I felt ready to go back and accept his apology, which knowing me would only be in a couple of hours. Sherlock knew this too. In fact he probably knew where I would be. He knew this or Scotland Yard would be the only places I would retreat to. To be honest it wouldn't surprise me if he was on his way here now!

I always questioned myself about why I always go back to him. He ruins a relationship of mine, I don't speak to him for a whole 2 days but go back to him. He gets me kidnapped, I still go back to him. As a doctor, I couldn't diagnose what was wrong with me. I still can't! He was an arrogant man who was selfish, untrustworthy, and manipulative and a liar! Yet I always go back to him. Well not this. No. He can come to me instead!

I arrived at Bart's and made my way to the lab that I was told Molly was in. I knocked on the door 3 times before hearing her voice. "Come in" She called. I entered the room and shut the door behind me. "Oh hello John. Where's Sherlock?" She asked. She clearly still had feelings for him!

"He's… err… we… we're not exactly talking at the moment" I put it bluntly to her. I went and sat on the stool opposite to where she was working. I placed my phone on the desk as I always did.

"Oh no. What's happened this time?" Molly asked with slight concern in her voice.

"His ex" I replied.

"His ex?" She sounded confused and yet a little upset.

"Yeah. Grace Allerd or something like that" I said to her whilst playing about with the piece of scrap paper that was sat on the table.

"Grace? As in Grace from his university?" I looked up at her. I couldn't believe that Molly knew about her and I didn't!

"Oh great. One more person knows something about my best friend that I don't anything else you want to share with me about Sherlock? Is he related to the queen at all? Does he have a fetish for musicals?" I sarcastically said. I went back to playing with the piece of paper. Molly's face turned a very pale grey colour. Her lips became dry and her eyes widened. "Molly? Molly what is it? What do you know? Tell me" I hesitantly spoke.

"John. Grace Allerd died 2 years ago. I know because I did the post mortem on her and put her file through. She's defiantly, one hundred percent dead. Whoever that is with Sherlock now, is NOT Grace Allerd" What did she mean Grace was dead? And if that wasn't Grace, then who was it?

"Molly? Please tell me you are joking!" I said with urgency. I got up and moved round to the side of the desk she was working on.

"I wish I could John. But Sherlock is in serious danger! Whoever that is, there's high chance that they want him dead for some reason." Her eyes started to tear up. Mine widened. Sherlock was in danger. We had to do something, we couldn't just watch him die. We were both scared for what this person could do to my friend and her lover.