Hello Dears,
I know it has been awhile since I posted but I have been trying to figure out the right way to write the end, because the next two chapter will have to deal with the fall then that will mostly likely end the heavy involvement with Sherlock. So Dears please enjoy this chapter and the next.
XXX
~K.U.
After hours of trying to get the truth from me, John and Greg gave up and went on with the statements about the Sherlock arrived and was made clear on what happen in the interrogation room, he didn't speak to me. He didn't even up speaking to me that whole week, just gave me long lingering looks that were unreadable. John though stayed on my ass like a needy dog, he tried to follow me everywhere and he made it very difficult for me to go and met with Sebastian to receive my orders. The meeting were short and sweet, do as I say or you're dead type of deal but as the trial drew near I started to receive gifts instead. I received a Westwood dress and heels that had the instructions, about wearing the outfit to the trial. The dress was beautiful and way too expensive but I had no choice but to take it and wear on the day which crept up on us with incredible speed.
Before we knew it the trial of the century was upon us and everybody who was anybody in the media was standing outside of our door. John and Sherlock were still getting ready in the living room when I clicked my way in wearing the new dress.
John glanced up and blinked in surprise, "New Dress?"
"Yes, Tony sent it to me. " I responded glancing in the mirror and making eye contact with Sherlock who was button up his shirt.
"It's very lovely, it's a shame you have to wear it for such an occasion." John replied fixing his tie and pulling on the jacket to his suit.
"It's fine, are you two going to head out the front of the building? There are a bunch of reporters." I asked casually, knowing I need to avoid the press as of the instructions from Jim.
"Yes, you are going to head out the back way then." Sherlock stated turning around grabbing his jacket.
"Yes, I don't want people to see me again and be the talk of stars gossip, like before." I responded looking at Sherlock as he pulled on his jacket.
"That's a perfectly understandable reason, Sam." John responded respectfully as he glanced at Sherlock, who was stilling eyeing me down.
I glanced at John and gave him a coy smile then looked at Sherlock before speaking, "Good luck testifying."
A small smirk like smile crept onto his face as he walked over to door passing me and whispering, "Make sure he doesn't scar you again for the trial. "
I shot a glare at him as he charged down stairs, before mentioning a lie to John, "John you left your bedroom light on, you should turn that off."
"I did?" John asked heading up the stairs as I quickly raced down the stairs to Sherlock who was glancing at the door.
As I open my mouth to respond he cut me off, "Don't be an idiot, Sam. I know exactly what you are up to."
"What am I up to then?" I asked hands shaking clenched into fists.
He turned and smirked, "You are a helpless fly in a web trying to protect the things you care about most. I'm surprised John hasn't figured it out yet."
"How did you, you said earlier- that I couldn't read you which is still true but your actions aren't unreadable. I still can't figure out what the spider wants with you." He interrupted.
I chuckled weakly and looked down before turning toward the back door, "That makes two of us, Sherlock. I'll see you at the trial."
By the time I arrived at the courthouse both the boys were already there and seated but luckily I wasn't completely late. I watched the trial play out like in the show and like in the show I didn't pay too much attention to the scenes playing out in front of me. I just kept my eyes on Jim and knew once the first day was done,the next day would be the conviction. After getting Sherlock out of the courthouse jail we made our way back to the flat.
Once back I broke off from the boys and went to take a long shower as I tried figure out my plan for the next few days. I hoped to stay as far away from the case coming up with the children and the fall until it was time to use my plan.
Which was granted the next day when I woke up around 2 in the afternoon, I stumbled out of my bed in a panic since I was due at the courthouse hours ago. As I started to move nausea came crashing over me and knew that I must have had my tea drugged.
"SHERLOCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I made my way down the stairs slowly as I leaned against the wall for some support.
"You son of a bitch! Why the fu-" I stopped as I stumbled into the living room, sucking in a quick breath as fear shot through my body.
Sherlock glanced over at me from where he stood then back at the other man that stood across who was no other then my boss, who couldn't help but smirk at my chaotic appearance. He glanced at Sherlock once more before stalking his way over to me and stopping by my side only to reach a hand out toward my face.
"Don't" Sherlock's voice rang out as he glanced over at Jim whose hand was just about an inch away from actually touching me.
The look Jim shot Sherlock was one that caused to the temperature into the room to drop because of how cold it was. Jim never moved his eyes from Sherlock as his hand came across my face at full speed sending my head flying in the opposite direction.
The shock of the slap sent a chill through me as I tried to hold back a cry that was stuck in my throat. Silence filled the room as Jim left the flat leaving just the tension between Sherlock and I. As the door closed down stairs, the slight whimper came from me as I looked up from the floor where I had kept my gaze.
Sherlock's footsteps echoed as he walked back toward his room, leaving me alone in the living room, which I wasn't going to have. I recovered quickly as I run after Sherlock, who was still in the hallway by the bathroom.
"Sherlock." I growled out as I shoved him back against the wall.
The look on his face was of slight surprise, he must of calculated for me to breakdown in the living room.
I shoved my hands against his chest and kept him pressed up against the wall as a flame of rage grew in me.
"You asshole! Why'd you have to say that?! I am not a child!" I growled out at him.
"You couldn't just keep your hands to yourself, stop getting involved in my life. You know nothing!"
Sherlock gaze met mine as he finally took advantage of his height and roughly pulled my hands off of him and quickly reversed our position so I was the one against the wall.
I cringed softly as my head hit the wall lightly and watched as Sherlock held my hands at eye level against the tension between grew so thick you could cut it with a knife. We stood like that for a few second until he roughly yanked down the right sleeve of my shirt to reveal my scar.
I watched as he gently traced the carved words, causing me to freeze at his actions. His eyes followed his fingers as he continue to trace the words as they reached an end.
"Only a child hides their scars" he retorted toward me as he moved his other hand on the wall beside my head.
His eyes connected with mine as he leaned in putting his lips up next to my ear.
"It's time to grow up Samantha."
