Sherlock's POV

"Alright, John, you go look around, time yourself and see where he could have gone in three minutes carrying a body on you back." I told John as I watched him walk away. I turned to Grace grabbing her hand.

"What are we looking for?" She asked.

"Anything that could be useful." I said wrapping my arms around her waist pulling her to the ground.

"Where are you doing?" She laughed.

"Look," I said turning onto my stomach and Grace did the same. "What do you see?" I asked her.

I watched as she squinted her eyes and then they opened in amazement. "Scuff marks!" She exclaimed.

"And how are there scuff marks on a floor that is cleaned every night?"

"So we can see that our murder was having trouble carrying our victim." I said grabbing Grace and throwing her over my shoulder.

"Sherlock," She giggled.

"Making a visual," I smiled walking down the hallway.

"What about John, what If he looks back here?' She asked.

"This is not the strangest thing I have ever done on a case." I said. In my head, I sketch out a scene. The man in black is carrying the body and having difficulties, he stops to catch his breath for a moment before he starts again leaving a scuff mark on the ground.

"Sherlock!" Someone yelled bringing me out of my picture. "I found something!" And I realized that it was John calling. Slowly, I place Grace back on the floor as we jogged over to John. He showed us the door to the loo with an out o order sign on it. "It is kind of a suspicious coincidence wouldn't you say." John said smiling making me, feel very proud. He was starting to think like I did.

"There is no such thing as coincidence," Grace and I said together. I reached for the door handle to find it locked.

"I'll go see if Lestrade can get us some sort of k…" John stared as I kicked the door in.

"Sherlock!" John yelled. However, I was already rushing into the restroom. As soon as we stepped into the room, I felt something wet on my feet. I looked down to find the floor wet.

"Check the stalls, this has to be where he changed her into the gown." I said.

Each of us looked in the stalls, looking for anything that could think our murderer here.

"Sherlock!" grace yelled and I hurried over towards her. She was standing in the stall with the most water surrounding it. "Looks like someone didn't want anyone to find this." She said opening the lid. In the loo was a plastic bag filled with clothes.

"Good job!" I exclaimed patting her back.

"Sherlock!" John called and I turned to see him standing over the sink I walked over to him with grace behind me. He pointed at a red smudge on the side of one of the sinks. "Blood," He said as I brought out my magnify glass. "Now do you think we need to contact Lestrade?" He asked.

"Yes," I groaned closing my magnify glass annoyed.

After we informed Lestrade, him and his whole team shoved themselves into the small restroom leaving us out in the hallway.

"Hello freak," I heard someone say. I looked up to see Sally coming down the hall towards us.

"Sally," I sighed. "Great," I thought.

"John, you clearly haven't listen to my advice, you're still hanging out with the freak."

"Hello Sally," John said looking down at the ground.

"And you must be Grace," Sally said glaring at Grace.

"Oh, did Anderson tell you about me!" Grace sneered smiling causing me to snicker. "How's his nose by the way.

"Funny," Sally growled. "How's the freak?"

"He's not a freak!" Grace snapped and I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her back as she reached towards Sally.

"Grace stop." I said.

"Yes Gracie stop, or else Sherlock's not gonna pay you anymore!" Sally laughed.

Grace screamed as she broke from my grip and jumped on Sally.

"Get her off of me!" Sally screamed as Grace grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. "Ow!"

John and I hurried to pull them apart. As I pulled grace back, Sally brought her hand up digging her nails into Grace's cheek.

"That's enough!" John yelled as we pulled them apart. "Sherlock take Grace outside!"

I did as I was told as I helped Grace out of the museum. As soon as we got outside we sat down on the steps.

"What in the hell was that!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry it's just… the way she was talking about you, calling you a freak, I just, I couldn't take it!"

"Grace, people are going to call me a freak, and probably worse, but that doesn't mean you can just jump on them!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said repeatedly.

I sighed calming down. I looked at her cheek seeing the three cuts across her beautiful skin. "Sally sure got you bad didn't she." I said gently stoking her cheek.

"I think I got her worse." She smiled and I kissed her forehead, pulling her close.

"Yes you did." I whispered smiling as she snuggled into me. We stayed there in each other's arms for a while before John came out.

"We have to leave." John sighed wiping his brow.

"What!" Both Grace and I gasped.

"Sally isn't pressing charges, if we leave now. "

"That's not fai…" Grace started.

"Grace just shut it ok!" John screamed. "Let's just go." He sighed and we all slowly walked down the stairs in silence.

When we got back to the flat we found Mycroft sitting in my chair. When I saw him, I wanted so much to scream at him. To just scream and scream demanding that he stay out of my life. But I didn't, I just simple said, "Mycroft, what are you doing here?"

"I can't come and check on my little brother." He smiled as he turned his stupid umbrella in his hands. "No," I said angrily. "John, will you take Grace down to Mrs. Hudson to get her cleaned up while I talk to my brother." I grumbled.

"Sherlock," Grace said as she started towards me.

I turned back looking at her, and I shook my head. She mouthed, "I love you," before she left.

"I can see Miss Watson didn't listen to me," Mycroft sighed.

"Because she doesn't have to!" I yelled.

"There is no need to yell brother."

"Yes there is! How dare you tell Grace that we shouldn't' be together!" I screamed, "Who said you are allowed to be the boss of me!"

"I am your older brother!" He yelled. "It is my job to watch out for you!"

"I don't need to be watched out for! I can handle myself. I'm a child anymore Mycroft!"

"But you are acting like one. You are so head over heels for this girl, that you cannot even think straight. Unless you want me to interfere again, you need to dump the bitch now!"

I rushed up to him, looking him straight in the face. "Don't you dare speak about her like that!" I screamed.

He took a step back before he said, "It's a strange feeling isn't it?"

"What is?" I spat.

"Love, it kind of takes a hold of you doesn't it? It makes you feel different." He sighed.

"Where are you going with this brother?"

"You love Grace do you not Sherlock?"

"Yes," I said a smile suddenly appearing on my face.

"And there is nothing I could say that would make you change your mind."

"Nothing at all," I sighed.

"Then hold onto her brother." He sighed.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Hold on to Grace, don't let her out of your sight, and don't ever let her go. Because love like, what I can only hope you have found, only comes once in a lifetime." Mycroft said sadly. I knew that Mycroft knew this first hand. I remembered her. I was ten when Mycroft and her met. Her name was Daphne. Mycroft was head over heels for her. I never could understand him, his happiness while he was with her, how he followed her everywhere, doting on her every second. Nevertheless, he was happy, and they were happy together. However, Mummy didn't approve of her so he had to let her go. Every day I watched as a little piece of him died knowing that he had given up the only thing in the world that could make him truly happy. Daphne got married and had three children. Although Mycroft never talks about her anymore, I knew he never stopped thinking about her. "I must go brother." Mycroft said clearing his throat. "I have important business to attend to."

I wanted so much to tell Mycroft the things that I had wanted to say when I was younger, to thank him for taking care of me while our parents could care less, to thank him for being there for me, but I was too proud. My brother was my family and I cared for him deeply, not that I could ever tell him that. "Don't forget what I told you." He said reaching his hand out to pat me on the shoulder, but he changed his mind and quickly brought his hand back down to his side.

I watched as he walked down the stairs the words I longed to say on the tip of my tongue.

"Sherlock," Grace called sprinting up the stairs. "Are you alright? We heard yelling."

"I'll tell you later." I whispered as John came up the stairs.

"What was all that…" John started as my phone buzzed.

"It's Lestrade," I said checking the text. "He wants us to meet him at St. Bart's. They found something."

"I think Grace and I will hang back." John said.

"But…" Grace started.

"No buts Grace, we wouldn't want you getting in another row now would we." John said.

"I'll be back soon." I said as I rushed down the stairs and out the door.