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SIDENOTE: I am going to start changing points of views at this point it is an almighty point of view that has insight of everyone but I am going to start dwelling into Cassidy, if you don't like it let me know. I will label the change in views.

Chapter 2

Cassidy unlocks her door only to meet eyes with the chubby wanker sitting on her couch tapping his infuriating umbrella in impatience. She hangs her things purposely slowly, allowing the silence to hang between them like a guillotine.

She slowly turns and he gives her his falsely placating look before he breaks, stands and hugs her tightly, if not just a bit awkwardly. Her eyes fill with tears at the gesture, even though it is the wrong Holmes, it is nice all the same.

"When?" her shaky voice rings out between them.

"Thursday." She can hear the fear and apprehension in his voice but she nods and simply tries to block out what is about to happen and what it could mean for her.

"How do you think he will react?" she whispers with a stoic look on her face.

"You know him better than I." That is the answer she was afraid of, her façade breaks and her eyes fill with tears once again at the possibilities.

Mycroft and Greg were cuddled up in bed when Mycroft dropped the news.

Greg was shocked and angry and upset that his lover hadn't told him but slowly started to calm as Myc explained the situation and admitted his error. By the end of his explanation Mycroft was crying tears of sadness but also of frustration and terror, he didn't know how his brother would react but he prayed it would be positive.

After his explanation Greg held his lover and tried to calm the man as he broke down, they both confessed they were terrified for what was to come, her return would only bring chaos and heartbreak to the poor man who had already dealt with so much, but they were also cautiously excited for the possibility of a positive reunion between the couple.

Mycroft only hoped Cassidy knew what she was doing and that Sherlock would be more overjoyed than heartbroken.

Cassidy's POV

The craving is so strong I can almost taste the cocaine on my lips, my nose is tingling and my arm is aching for the needle.

I'm attempting to brush it all off and move on, but the stress of knowing our reunion is so close I am in need of some release, the blade against my thigh is a weak stand in but it will have to do, I made myself a promise.

I clean the wound, dress it and prepare myself for bed.

The sleeping pills are used to try to quell the nightmares but that are rubbish. Falling asleep is no problem, its staying asleep or falling back asleep that causes the issue, nothing but nightmares about what I have become and what I have done to get myself here, we will not speak of it, of Them.

Those whose lives I have taken and those whose lives I have ruined. I will never forgive myself and I have a glimmer of fear he will not either.

He has known me to do many stupid things in the years together, Tattoos, spontaneous trips neither of us could afford but that we took anyway, midnight chases. Anything to bring excitement and thrill into our otherwise boring lifestyle.

Oh, how I wish it could be boring once more, I would take it all back if I could.

I cannot but I will forever dream.

Mary and I are to have lunch tomorrow. I pray that they will forgive me for everything I have inadvertently done to them. If only they knew. Although I suppose they know, they know what it's like to crave the adrenaline, the rush, the chase.

First step is to tell John and Mary, from then I will tell Sherly, can I even call him that anymore? He's not mine, legally yes but his heart is closed. I can see it in his interactions, I have broken him, and I hope I can be the one to yet again bring him together.

We met when I was 5 and he was 6, his granddad had just passed away and he was completely shattered, heartbroken. So I offered him a token of happiness, my hand. After that first smile and laugh we were inseparable. His sparkling eyes and his laugh have always been my whole world, the reason for my existence, he is everything and I will always protect him.

I can feel myself slipping into an oblivion of bliss with the thought of his smile engrained into my thoughts, behind my eyelids.

He grabs my hand and pulls me close, I can feel his breath on my neck, just like it's always been, like it never left.

He's running his hand down my side and I can feel his heartbeat under my palm, he is alive and well. I can feel him smile and whisper those three little words into my soul, who needs to hear when I can feel it all?

Oh my love, allow me to love you, I cannot get the words out. Why won't it work? What is wrong with me?

Oh my love don't give me that look, I love you, I'm trying to speak but the words will not come! Please! Look into my eyes, don't turn away!

All I can see are the tears in the corner of his eye as he turns away. I'm locked in chains, no escape. I'm trying to scream to you my love, listen to my soul.

My throat is raw you are looking at me with indifference and pity in your eyes and someone comes behind me. I feel their hands in my hair as they grip it tightly in their fist.

My love! Help me! The words are still unavailable to me.

I feel the wetness of my tears down the sides of my face as my captor tilts my head back and brings an object to my throat.

I feel the sting and the wetness drip down my front, nothing compared to the pain of those words he uttered in the deafening silence, those three blasted words.

I hate you, I love you, don't leave me, stay with me. None are yours but mine, oh no, yours are much more cruel, my breaking point as I fall to the ground, I'm dying, just allow it. Its repeating over and over in my head, why will death not allow me peace from this horrid void, my heart is destroyed and all it took were three.

"You're Too Late"