A/N: Okay this chapter is a bit violent. Just a warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.

Abby was humming because she was in a good mood. They'd had dinner the night before with her Daddy. But today marked their fourteen month anniversary as a couple. Greg said he wanted to take her out to dinner. So here she was doing a rarity for her, putting on make up.

She was just finishing up with the mascara when the doorbell rang. Puzzled Abby grabbed her specs and put them back on. She was only expecting Greg, who was on his way home, but he never rang the doorbell. Perhaps he left his keys in the auto. She shrugged and made her way to the front door. Once there she checked through the peephole who it was. At the sight of the person there irritation flared up. The woman was her mirror image, but tanned. Abby unlocked the door before opening it. "Yes?" she said coolly.

Her twin gave her a fake smile before going past her saying lightly, "You look nice. What are you dressed up for?"

She shut the door before turning and stating, "Greg's taking me to dinner."

"Uncle Greg? Oh I forgot that Henry told me you were dating him. Have you heard from Jesse?" she asked looking around. Obviously judging everything she saw. Abby determined from the look on her twin's face.

"Bubba? Yeah he e-mails me everyday. Sometimes he complains about Annapolis others just to tell me what's going on. Why do you ask?"

"Wow I just realized you're the only one of the five of us who didn't go military. You must make mum proud."

Abby made her way to Ally before stating, "You know mum hates the fact that you and I weren't boys! Besides I've not spoken to the woman since I graduated High School. I told her I was going to attend uni here in London and well…..she hauled off and punched me. Called me a traitorous bitch. Broke the bloody ring that her husband gave her."

Ally's eyes got big before stating harshly, "Bloody cunt. She avoided hitting you and I because she knew what would happen if Daddy found out. It was always psychological or emotional. Anything else I should know?"

Abby took a deep breath, "It'll cause another argument but….." She went over to the bookcase and took down a small light green photo album that contained just two ultrasound pictures and one of Abby from the side showing her belly. Going back across the room she handed it to her twin. Who merely raised her eyebrows but took it.

She opened it and stared at the first picture, even checking the date. She turned the page and saw the second one. Same date. Once she saw the picture of Abby she knew she'd been wrong. "You were pregnant. Why is the rest of this empty? What happened to the baby?"

"Mum and her husband. The moment I found out I was pregnant I'd put how the baby was conceived from my mind. Or at least I tried. I didn't hold it against the baby. Despite all mum's belittling and constant stressing me over what happened. I loved my baby. When Jake found out I was pregnant he grabbed one of his shot guns and loaded it with rock salt. He yelled he wasn't having a bastard under his roof before he shot me. Its like my body had had enough of everything and I lost the baby." Abby put a hand over her mouth to keep the sob in and she pushed past her sister to hide the tears. She entered the kitchen not realizing till later what a mistake that was.

Ally was confused as she set the small photo album on the dining table. She followed her sister into the kitchen. "Sissy, please talk-" she started to say as she got close to Abby.

"He thought I was you! Why didn't you tell me he was your boyfriend? Or that ya'll were close to having sex? I tried to tell him that I wasn't you but he wouldn't listen. I never stole him from you! I have always wanted Greg!" she screamed with tears and mascara running down her face.

"Bullshit! If you wanted Uncle Greg then why didn't you tell him you liked him when you came here for Uni?" Ally growled.

"I knew if I told him when I was a teenager he'd view me as too young for him. But then Barry intervened and started stalking me."

"Are you saying he raped you again?" Ally murmured sounding like she was in disbelief leaning against the counter right in front of the knives.

"Yes-" Abby barely got the word out before Ally yelled, "Liar!" She only saw the glint of the knife before she felt the pain rip through her.

She saw the look of horror on Ally's face and her eyes looking down. Abby looked down and saw one of the large chopping knives protruding out of her belly. Her knees started to give way before Ally still in shock grabbed her and helped her calling out, "Abby!"

Ally helped her to the ground fearing she was going to die. Abby looked at her twin, touching her face and said softly, "Please believe me I would never lie to you. I have never lied to you, Ally."

"Abby, I believe you just please stay with me!"

"What the bloody hell happened?" Greg's angry voice came from the opening to the kitchen. He then saw Abby on the floor with the knife still in her. He rushed to her side and pulled her close. He looked at her twin and growled, "Ally, what did you do?"

"Greg, please don't arrest her. It may have taken this for her to believe me. But she still loves me."

Greg looked down at Abby's pale face and saw she meant what she said. He cursed under his breath before stating, "If you ever attack her during a fight again: I will ruin your military career by arresting you for attempted murder! Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind!"

"Yes, Uncle Greg. I promise." she exclaimed before getting up and running out of the flat like the hounds of hell were after her. Greg then did something that could potentially end his career but he grabbed the dishcloth off the counter. "I'm sorry, babe, but this might hurt a little." he murmured before wiping the handle of the knife of all fingerprints. She grunted and started to lose consciousness. "No, Abby, stay awake!"

She heard him fumble for his mobile and she heard him state, "This is DI Lestrade. I need a ambulance…" She didn't hear the rest because everything went black.

Greg lost track of time as he held the dishcloth firmly around the knife. Knowing that if he pulled it out she would bleed out and die. He was talking to her at the same time. Before he knew it two EMTs pushed him out of the way. He stood backing away he couldn't really see what they were doing and other people rushed in to help them get her on the stretcher. He was then being pulled out of the way and there were people talking to him but he couldn't hear what they were saying. Not till someone shook him and yelled, "SIR!"

He finally glanced at who was talking to him and saw that it was Sergeant Donovan. "Sorry, Sally, what?"

She frown but still looked concerned before she restated her question, "Sir, what happened?"

"I came home and found her half conscious. She didn't make any sense. I asked her who stabbed her and she said she didn't know before she lost consciousness. I want to know who did this!" he snapped before taking a deep breath and calmly stating, "Have someone take me to the hospital she's being treated."

"Sir, what's this?" Anderson asked holding out a small light green book.

Lestrade shook his head, "I don't know. Abby looks in it sometimes and has this sad far off look. But when I ask if I can look in it she says that she doesn't want me to get angry."

"Sir, I'll drive you to Hospital." Donovan says closing her notebook just as Anderson handed the book over to Lestrade. He opened it and his jaw dropped. Quickly he looked at the date before turning the page. When he turned it to the last page he looked at Donovan and Anderson stating in a shaky voice, "That bastard Barry Franklin got her pregnant the first time!"

He showed Donovan the pictures before he started shaking even more. "Why didn't she tell me? More so why didn't her dad tell me?"

They didn't have an answer for him as Donovan lead him out of the flat.

Lestrade and the Sergeant stepped off the lift as Sherlock barged through the front doors of the building.

"What do you want, freak?" Donovan snapped.

Sherlock didn't look phased as he said politely, "I heard there was an attack in Lestrade's flat. Are you alright, Lestrade?"

Lestrade looked up before stating, "The attack was on Abby. She's got a tough will to live so she should survive."

They left him standing there in shock. He'd been keeping an eye on her since the first time he saw her. A few times she saw him and tried to approach him but he ran. Over the months he started feeling something for her but he didn't dare put a name to it. Nor did he, Sherlock Holmes, have the courage to approach her.

A week later Sherlock overheard Lestrade say that the officer guarding Abby's hospital room was being assigned elsewhere. Then Donovan asked if he was going to stay with Abby that night. Lestrade then said wearily, "No because she wants me to go home and gets some rest. She doesn't want anyone from the police there. She says she feels like she's being suffocated by how protective I've gotten. I knew she didn't mean anything by it except that she wanted me to back off a little."

So Sherlock decided to visit her that night after hours thinking she'd be asleep.

Abby wasn't asleep when he came to her room that night. In fact she'd told Greg to back off just so he would come and she could finally talk to him. She had her ear buds in her ears and the Ipod on low. She watched from under half closed lids as he barely opened her door before sliding in. He then quietly walked over to her and set something on the table beside the bed. By the time he was halfway to the bed she had her eyes closed. He stayed beside the bed for a moment before chuckling softly. They both heard the turn of the doorknob. He quickly yet quietly despite wearing thick soled boots made his way to the darkened loo.

He waited patiently behind the door listening to Abby's breathing as she pretended to sleep while the nurse checked her vitals. Within moments of the door to the room shutting behind the nurse Abby started chuckling. "Its safe to come out now." she stated softly with the chuckle still in her voice.

He scowled before coming out of the loo. He remarked sourly, "I don't like being laughed at."

She smiled as she pulled the ear buds out, "Get used to it if you want to be friends with me."

"I don't have any friends. I'm a high functioning sociopath and I have no use for friends." he muttered sitting in the chair by the window where the moonlight was streaming in.

"Tough. Do you think I didn't notice you following me? From what I could tell you don't want Greg to know. So we don't have to tell him of our friendship" she said shrugging her shoulders from her elevated position. She shifted a little and then winced at the pain that shot through her.

"What happened? No one would tell me except that you were attacked." he asked curiously as he folded his hands as if he was praying in his lap.

She sighed debating what to tell him before saying simply, "I was stabbed and I don't know why."

"Your lying. You do know why and you know who stabbed you. But the question remains why are you protecting this person." he said coolly.

She sighed again, "I am protecting them because…they are more important than I am and…..they have a career that would be in jeopardy if it came out they stabbed a Police Detective Inspector's girlfriend."

He leaned forward with a dark scowl on his face. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but: Bullshit! If I ever hear you say your not important again I'll take you over my knee and give you a sound spanking!"

She looked stunned yet fascinated from hearing that. Sherlock thought he saw a flash of something in her blue eyes. But it was only a flash before it was gone again. He watched her with a guarded expression knowing she didn't know how he felt or what he was thinking. Because in actuality he was thinking of doing just that when she got better and then possibly something consensually sexual with her. But he knew he couldn't just yet. He would bide his time till he felt it was the right moment. Then a thought occurred to him and he stated it thusly, "I'm curious why have you never called me freak or something of that nature?"

She'd been waiting for that question. "One: I don't insult people. Two: Why would I call you a freak when I'm one?"

She watched him as his expression went from guarded to stunned. She knew he hadn't expected that answer. "How are you a freak, Abby?

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her back and she just managed to keep the tremor from her voice when she answered, "You say you're a high functioning sociopath. That means no emotions, right? Well I'm the opposite I have too many. Mainly anger. You obviously haven't heard the arguments I started with Greg that resulted in me throwing things. Or that he'd grab me and trap my hands; holding me till I calmed down. It takes a lot to anger him but I've managed to do it."

"Your not a freak. On the contrary you have a mental disorder. What kind? I have no idea."

She got upset at that and said sharply in her Arkansas accent, "Whatever!"

To which he jumped at the abrupt change in her voice. He narrowed his eyes at her and saw that within seconds she was calm just before she asked nervously, "Can you stay till after I fall asleep?"

Something leaped in him as she asked that and he pretended to debate it before answering, "Why not? I've not nothing else to do."

She smiled before putting the ear buds back in her ears and turning her nighttime play list back on. His presence and the classical music soothed her until she fell asleep. Just before she fully succumbed to it she felt a set of soft cool lips press against her forehead. In her mind she smiled as she drifted off to dreamland.

He cursed himself mentally for being impulsive enough to kiss her forehead. At least until he saw the smile on her lips. He then opened the drawer of the table beside her bed and found just as he thought her mobile. Not looking at her other contacts he added his mobile number to it. Putting it back in he glanced at the yellow and white roses tied with a pink silk ribbon he'd set on the table knowing she'd not seen it yet. Or from what he'd gathered she would have said something. He did indeed want to be friends with her before anything else. Or he wouldn't have given her the yellow rose whose meaning was friendship. He also wanted her to know that his intentions were pure so hence the reason he gave her the white rose.

The next morning Abby woke and the first thing she saw was indeed the roses. Gingerly she picked them up with a smile. She knew instantly they were from Sherlock. She decided to smell them and when she did she was surprised they had a strong scent. Her smile widened because these weren't the generic roses you got from a florist. But they were from someone's garden or hothouse.

The door opened and Greg walked in, "Morning, babe. Those are beautiful. Who're they from?"

"I don't know." she lied before stating, "I saw them when I woke up and found no note and they actually have a scent."

"Pity there was no note. But its good they have scent. I just came to spend a few minutes with you before I dash off to work." He said as she held them out for him to smell. He stayed for fifteen minutes before he glanced at his wristwatch and stated he had to go to work.

Not even two minutes after he'd left the room did her mobile quietly went off with the ringtone she'd set for text messages. She grabbed her Smartphone and opened the text message. She then saw that it was Sherlock and that he was in her contacts. For a moment she thought before concluding he'd added himself to her contacts the night before.

Abby,

Did you get the roses?

-SH

She grinned before replying.

SH,

Yes they are beautiful and smell extremely wonderful. Thank you!

-A

A/N: I know I'm naughty. :D But I can't put everything in this story and Sherlock's Wife. So I decided to change it up a bit. Please review and let me know what ya'll think!

Lana