Grace's POV

I ran up the stairs crying.

"What's wrong?" John asked. "Did Sherlock apologize?"

"I am taking a shower!" I cried running up the stairs into John's room.

"Control yourself Grace!" I yelled. "He is just a guy. "

"Ha!" I thought the biggest understatement of the year. Sherlock wasn't just some guy; he was the most brilliant most fantastic guy I had ever known. He was the guy that I was hopelessly in love with. I needed him near me. I need to feels his arms around me; I need to be with him. Quickly I took a shower changing into some sweats I headed down the stairs.

"John bring me my phone!" I heard Sherlock call as I walked into the parlor. He was lying on the couch his sleeves pushed up over his elbows. I could make out the outline of the nicotine patches.

"What's with the patches?" I asked John.

He's frustrated that we are getting nowhere with the case." John replied.

"Well I might have something that can bring this problem down a couple patches." I said and I watcher Sherlock bolt upright. "John can I use your computer?" I asked grabbing it.

"Uh…" He started.

"Thanks," I said as I logged on, sitting in Sherlock's chair. "While I was looking through Gabby's emails I found something interesting." Quickly I got onto Gabby's email without any hesitation. "Her drafts were almost like diary entries. I found this one titled lies, however someone came into her office before I had a chance to read it." Pulling up the draft, I quickly read it aloud. "'I can't believe I was so stupid. That Justin Marks I was telling you about, the love of my life, the perfect man. Ya, well he does not exist. There is no such person as Justin Marks; his real name is Jake Clay.'" I turned around to see Sherlock's face light up before I went back to reading. "'Oh and he lied about his job, instead of being the successful doctor he told me he was, he is actually a night watch man at my own museum, my museum. When I confronted him about it he tried to tell me this bullshit story about how he only lied to me to impress me so I would like him more and all this crap. That's when I ended it. I told him that I didn't care, and that we were through.' And that's all she wrote." I said smiling.

"Well looks like you were right about Jake, Sherlock. He definitely knows more than he is letting on, a lot more."

"Let's go!" Sherlock exclaimed peeling off all the patches.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To see some art." He replied grabbing his coat.

After explaining to Lestrade what we were doing, we spend the rest of the day and into the night looking through the museum. When it was closing time, we quickly went to the loo hiding in the stalls. After an hour or so I heard Sherlock whisper, "Ready."

We all headed out into the museum. "Let's go!" I said. Quickly we made our way to the place we knew Jake Clay would be.

We turned the corner to find Jake standing there leaning up against the wall.

"Jake Clay, or should I say Justin Marks." Sherlock said.

"Now, wait a second." Jake started when Sherlock pushed him into the wall.

"Why did you lie?" Sherlock screamed.

"I didn't you never asked me about Gabby!" He said.

Sherlock backed up. "How did you know her?"

"Well when I first got the job, I saw her; it was like love at first sight you know. Of course, she didn't see me. So the next day I came into her office making up this story about how I was a wealthy doctor who had just moved here and I wanted a tour of the museum. She said sure and by the end of the tour, we were exchanging numbers. As the weeks went on we became closer and then we started dating. I was head over heels for her, but she was in love with Justin. I was going to tell you I really was. But I was so afraid that she would hate me. After I proposed, she kept asking about my family. I didn't know what to say. A week before she was killed, she came up to me and she was angry. She was calling me a lair. She had found my secret. She called off the wedding and I tried to call her. But she wouldn't answer.

"So that's when you send her all the nasty emails," I said.

"Yes but just because I was so angry. I never meant any of those things." He said.

"Alright, why did you kill the other two?" John asked.

"What?" Jake asked shocked.

"Oh come on you killed Gabby because she broke up with you but why did you kill the other two!" I said.

"I didn't kill anyone! Especially not Gabby, I loved her!"

"Oh don't give us that!" Sherlock yelled. "You killed Gabby because you were mad that she called off the wedding."

"No!" Jake yelled again.

"Alright that's enough Lestrade!" Sherlock called and Lestrade came out from behind us.

"We will take him home and put surveillance on him but other than that I can't charge him with anything."

"Thanks," I told Lestrade as they took Jake away.

"I didn't kill her!" Jake's screaming faded away.

"Case closed." I smiled.

"Not really, we don't have any evidence to prove that he did it. Plus he was clearly on the other side of the museum when Gabby and Thomas were killed. We need to figure out how he did it."

"Maybe he hired someone to kill her," John stated.

"Maybe," Sherlock said.

"Well can we figure this out in the morning," I said yawning, "It's almost midnight."

"Ya lets head home," Sherlock said.

As soon as we got back I quickly changed, saying goodnight to John and Sherlock before I headed to bed. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Grace stop!" Lestrade yelled but I kept running up to the fountain.

"No!" I screamed falling to my knees.

In the fountain was Sherlock and John, their eyes staring coldly at the sky, their necks slashed open.

"Grace stop!" Lestrade said trying to pull me away.

"We have to get them out of there!" I screamed reaching into the red water.

"Please!" He begged as I pulled my hand away. My hands were red from all the blood. He pulled me up onto my feet lifting my off the found.

"Let me go!" I screamed when suddenly Lestrade released his grip. I turned around to see Lestrade on the ground, his throat slit as well.

I screamed falling to the ground. The world around me suddenly turned dark and I was covered head to toe in blood.

"This is your fault!" I heard some yell. I turned around to see John standing behind me his head was titled to the side so that the cut was clearly visible on his neck. His blood was pouring down onto the floor.

"John" I cried running towards him. However, when I got close to him he brought his hand up and slapped me across the face. I took a step back my hand holding my cheek as I looked at John shocked.

"You are the reason we are dead Grace! If you would have just given up and let Moriarty win, we wouldn't have died! This is your fault!"

"No, John, please!" I cried looking down. When I looked back up, I found that John had been replaced with Sherlock who was standing in the same position.

"Oh poor little Gracie, she actually thinks she was loved. No one love you!" He snapped.

"You loved me," I squeaked.

He laughed; his laughed was cold and harsh. "You actually think that I loved you! You were just an experiment! I was just seeing what the effect of emotions had on the brain. To be honest most days I hoped that Moriarty would kill you. I hated you!"

I started choking on my sobs. I leaned my head on the floor holding my stomach.

"Get up you bitch!" I heard him snap.

"Can't you see no one wants you!" I heard a different voice yell. Slowly I lifted my head up to see Moriarty standing in front of me. "No one except me!"

"You!" I screamed slowly standing up. "You killed them!" I ran up to him beating my fists on his chest. "Kill me too," I begged. "Kill me too!"

"No Grace, I'm not going to kill you, Gracie I want you to stay with me. I love you." He said as his lips crashed onto mine.

I awoke with a start. I was still in the apartment. Sighing looked over to see a man in a ski mask shutting the window. Before I had a chance to scream, the man jumped on me his knees crushing both my hands so I couldn't fight. His hands wrapped around my neck cutting off my air.

"Sherlock," I tried to scream but no sound came out. The man pressed harder on my neck as I tried to gasp for air.

I felt my consciousness start to slip away so I began trying to pull my hand away. After a while, I broke one of my hands free and I did the only thing I could think, I reached back trying to grab the cord for the lamp. Everything went dark and the last thing I heard was the lamp crashing to the floor.

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