Later that day
Molly and I rushed to 221b as quickly as we could. The whole journey there was Molly explaining to me who Grace used to be to Sherlock and how she died. Turns out she was the girl Sherlock had watched die before his eyes. He was heartbroken after.
I ran into 221 and up the stairs "SHERLOCK?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs most probably disturbing Mrs Hudson from her nap.
"John? What's the matter?" Sherlock replied very calmly.
"Where's Grace?" I asked hesitantly
"She's gone to the shops, why?" He seemed confused by why I was asking her whereabouts. He had every right to be too!
"She's a fake" The truth slipped out of my lips quicker than I wanted to.
"John what are you on about? Of course she's not! I think I know Grace when I see her. Just because you've never met her doesn't mean..."
"GRACE ALLERD IS DEAD SHERLOCK. SHE DIED 2 YEARS AGO!" I screamed at him. I closed my eyes realising what I had just said in my outburst.
"Oh... I see what this is... You're jealous aren't you?!" He confronted me and then turns his attention to Molly. "You. You did this didn't you? Set me up because you knew that I could never love you! Molly Hooper I never knew you could stoop so low!" How could he blame Molly for this?!
Molly's face was burning red with anger and rage. She quickly pulled her fist back and swung for Sherlock, hitting his cheek hard. "HOW DARE YOU BLAME ME FOR THIS SHERLOCK HOLMES! HOW DARE YOU USE THAT AGAINST ME!" Molly stood there with tears brewing in her eyes.
"You can't stand there and blame her for this Sherlock! It's true! Grace Allerd is dead! She has been for years so whoever that was, was most defiantly NOT her!" I stood up for Molly. He had no right. He was being the selfish bastard he was!
"Oh it was you then?" Sherlock was being blinded by old love.
"SHERLOCK SHE'S DEAD AND YOU KNOW IT!" I screamed at him. Why was he refusing to believe this was true? Sherlock never questioned his own judgment of people, but when someone else comes along with the truth he suddenly decided to blank it out completely.
"THAT IS HER JOHN! SHE IS ALIVE AND WELL SO SHUT UP!" His anger with me was reaching points I had never seen or witnessed before. His face turning rouge from screaming at me. His pupils re-tracking deeper into his sea blue eyes. His lips quivering at every word being screeched from his mouth. Never before had I seen Sherlock like this. Raging with fury at me. I hated it.
"Sherlock please just calm down! You're scaring me!" Molly whimpered from beside me.
"Oh Molly... Sweet, naïve Molly... You don't like your Sherlock like this? Burning with rage. Hot from anger... thought you'd find it attractive on a sociopath!" Why was he being like this? Molly had done nothing wrong yet he was blaming her for this all.
But that's when I noticed. Sherlock had always told me not just look but observe. His shirt was crinkled slightly around the shoulders. His hair slightly messy. Grace had been trying to seduce him.
"SHERLOCK! We came here to stop her from possibly killing you! But by the way you're looking it seems you had everything under control!" The words sputtered out of my moth quicker than I wanted them too.
"John, what are you on about?!" He seemed confused.
"Crinkled shirt around the shoulders, Messy hair clearly she was trying to get in your pants! See Sherlock anyone can deduce! YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL! YOU'RE ORDINARY!" What had I just done? I had just told someone who had been my friend, who had saved my life on countless occasions that he wasn't special. Some friend I am! With this comment made I stormed back out of 221b. I couldn't face at the moment but I also couldn't let his life be in danger. I had to do something. "Molly? I need your help!" I turned to my temporary assistant. No matter what we had to protect him.
Molly and I headed back to Bart's. Rain had started falling from the skies just as we were walking into the hospital. By the time we got up to the lab, I could see that it have intensified. "John what are we going to do? Without Sherlock we have no chance of getting her! And if we don't he'll be in danger and could die!" I walked over to her and placed my hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down.
"Molly. I have been on countless cases. I have been shot at. I have been kidnapped and mistaking for Sherlock. I have learnt so much from him that I think we can managed this just by ourselves! We have Scotland Yard who will help. We have the homeless network who can help" This made me feel more nervous then I cared to admit. We were about to put our faith not only in each other's hands but also in the hands of a police force in whom Sherlock frowns upon and a hundred tramps.
"Scotland Yard will defiantly help. If Lestrade finds out his little star is in danger then he'll be only happy to help." She had a point there. Even though Lestrade detested Sherlock at times, we both knew he would be willing to help.
"We have Mycroft as well. Even HE can't face the thought of his own little brother being in danger I'll give him a call now" I slid my phone out of my pocket and pushed his number into my phone and called it.
"Ah John. What's he done this time?" Mycroft answered.
"Mycroft. Sherlock's in danger"
"Sherlock's always in danger John, you know this. He lives for the thrill of the chase. But if you feel the need, please enlighten me to why he's in danger?"
I quickly explained to him the situation that had occurred. "Grace Allerd? Yes she did die." Mycroft had confirmed what we already knew.
"Did he ever find out about her death Mycroft?" I asked.
"Well, yes. I should think so considering he was there when she died!" This was new information to us.
"Oh of course! I remember now! He brought her into the hospital. She was badly hurt. I didn't know him at the time. I only got a glimpse of a tall man, where a hero like cloak" She must have been describing Sherlock.
"Yes he did. He was heartbroken" Mycroft's voice erupted from my phone.
"Then why is he insisting that this is her?" I asked seriously confused. If he had been there at her death then why did he think that this stranger was her? Was Sherlock Holmes blinded by love that he couldn't really see who it was behind a mask?
"Shit! Mycroft it's a code yellow!" Molly screeched down the phone. What was she on about when she said code yellow?
"Code yellow? What's code yellow?" I asked even more confused than what I originally was.
"Mycroft, Scotland Yard and Bart's have this coding system. If Sherlock is in danger we represent the levels of danger he's in by colours. Similar to that of the army" She had a point there. We had a basic coding system in the army.
"So what's yellow on the system?"
"Yellow means he's in a significant amount of danger. We're not talking Jim Moriarty danger we're talking a little less than that" Mycroft's voice beamed from the phone again. Jim Moriarty's name sent a shiver down my spine. The bastard has tried blow me up for a bit of fun only a couple of month previous. If Sherlock hadn't of been there, I would have died. One more reason why I needed to save his life.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked. I always thought that my cases would be with Sherlock. But now I was alone. Well not exactly alone. I still had Molly and Scotland Yard, I was just without the brains of the operation.
"You are going to keep Sherlock away from her. I'm going to send more trained people do deal with this imposter. John do whatever it takes to keep him away understood!" 'Whatever it takes' Those 3 words circled around my brain for moments. How the hell was I meant to keep him from going near her?! "JOHN?!" The voice at the end of the line screeched.
"Yes! Okay!" I replied remember we were in mid conversation.
"Molly help him will you?" Mycroft asked Molly to assist me.
"Of course" Knowing that Sherlock would be in safe hands, Mycroft hung up.
"How the hell are we going to keep him from wandering off Molly?! He's flipping Sherlock Holmes for god sake!" I had no idea on how to control him. After nearly a year of cases, a year of heads and other body parts being stuffed in the fridge and cupboards, a year of friendship I still hadn't the faintest idea what he was like. He seemed to change his mood so often that I had lost count of what annoys him and what doesn't. What he likes and what he didn't.
"Get him a case of course! We need to make one up or dinner or something" Molly's voice was frantic with frustration and fright. She was right though. We needed a way to distract him whilst Mycroft caught this lady.
"What though? He can spot a fake case from a mile away!" Panic flooded through me quickly. My hands became sweaty with fear at the thought of lying to him.
We spent countless hours thinking and jotting down notes trying to come up with a convincing case. Finally we had something.
Sitting down with a cup of coffee each, we began to piece it all together. "So how are you going to distract him?" Molly asked me.
"He's not going to" The words from a ghostly figure at the door spoke. His voice deep with danger and mystery. Why was he here? Why had Sherlock come?
"Shit... What the hell are you doing here? Don't you have a girlfriend to get back too?" I bluntly turning back towards Molly.
"I know" What did he mean he knew? What did he knew? That he was an obnoxious asshole who deserved the biggest punch in the face going? "I know that's not really Grace" He answered my unasked question.
"WHAT?!" Both Molly and I screeched jumping out of our seats.
"Sherlock. Have you known all along?" I asked, slightly annoyed at his choice of words previously.
"Possibly..." He replied. There was a slight hint of fear lurking in his eyes. He knew I was pissed off at him and was probably going to punch him.
"You. Cock." I replied. "You absolute..."
"Yes I know" Sherlock rudely interrupted.
"COCK!" My voice raised and the word echoed around the room. Molly stood looking like she was about to slap Sherlock... In which she did.
Sherlock stood gawking at the fact his face had just been abused by Molly's hand. But out of all honesty if she hadn't of done it, I would have!
"Okay I know you're both upset..."
"Oh upset doesn't even begin to describe it!" I glared at him.
"John listen you need to understand why I did this..." He began to speak again. But neither me nor Molly were interested. Once again he had played us and lied to us. Although it should have been expected by now. He was Sherlock after all.
I sat down on a stool on one side of the desk Molly and I had just been working on with my arms folded in anger. 'I suppose I should hear him out. After all he might have a half decent excuse this time!' I thought to myself. I stared at him for a moment before speaking myself. "Fine go on..."
Sherlock sighed and sat down at the desk also, his elbows resting on the table and with his large hands steepled under his chin. "I knew she was coming. Mycroft had informed me of it. I didn't tell you because I needed you to believe it was really her. Her real name is Christine Jiles. She works with Moriarty" That name sent a shiver down my spine. Moriarty. He had caused us so much trouble recently. Thought to be honest it wasn't surprising that it was him. He has seemed to grow obsessed with Sherlock lately. I just sat and stared at him. Unknown to what I should believe or not to believe. "John please say something the staring is very un-comfortable" Sherlock muttered. I ignored his wish and continued to stare.
"I believe you" A voice mumbled from behind me. I turned around a little to see Molly hovering above my shoulder looking at Sherlock.
"I...I'm sorry what?" Sherlock seemed confused which wasn't a first.
"I believe you" She repeated softly. Her eyes locked onto his. "You may have hurt me, broken my heart and called me naive, but that doesn't stop me from believing you" Sherlock looked at her with them blue tinted eyes.
"And what about you?" Sherlock turned to me. "Can my blogger forgive me?" His blogger. The nickname I had now taken on.
I gave a shrug not verbally wanting to admit that I forgave him and believed him.
Sherlock smirked at us a little before jumping out of his chair. "The game is on then!"
