Grace's POV
"Someone came and delivered a package for you while you were gone." Mrs. Hudson said and my heart stopped. He had finally come to claim me.
"What!" I gasped as I ran up the stairs. I ran into the parlor to find the box just sitting there as if it were taunting me. Slowly I walked over to the box and opened it. I screamed when I saw what was inside. In the box was a red cape and a note that read, "It has begun M." I backed up tripped over my dress. As I hit the ground, I pulled my knees to my chest and I rocked back and forth. Sherlock came up the stairs, looked at me before he looked in the box. His face flushed as he ran over to me.
"Gracie, it's ok, I'm not going to let him touch you." He said grabbing my shoulders.
Suddenly I saw a glimmer of light and I turned to see that the mirror above the fireplace was shattered; its shards were spread out all over the floor. I ran to them pushing past Sherlock. Picking up one of the shards, I looked at my reflection before I held it above my wrist as if to cut it. "It's the only way," My thoughts told me.
"Grace stop!" Sherlock screamed knocking the shard out of my hand.
I reached to grab another one not realizing what I was doing but Sherlock grabbed my hands. I looked up at him and I could see the fear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I cried as I took off running. My lungs burned as I breathed in the outside air. I felt as though I couldn't get enough air so I ripped off the pearls sending them flying.
"Grace," I heard Moriarty call.
"No!" I screamed and suddenly I was surrounded but Moriartys. I could feel him pulling on the dress, his cold skin on mine as his laugh echoed. Closing my eyes, I placed my hands over my ears trying desperately to block the sound, but it just got worse. I took off running but everywhere I went I saw him, every person on the street was Moriarty.
"Grace!" I heard someone call, but this time instead of Moriarty's voice, I heard someone different. Turning around I saw Sherlock standing behind me.
"Sherlock," I gasped and suddenly the world went black.
I opened my eyes to find that I was back in the flat. There was something wet on my forehead, I reached up to find that it was a wet cloth. As I tried to sit up, I suddenly felt nauseous.
"Whoa, Grace take it easy." Sherlock said rushing towards me. "Lay back down." He hushed.
"What happened?" I asked
"You passed out." He said grabbing my hand.
Suddenly I remembered everything, the package, the note, the mirror, and Moriarty. "Oh god," I gasped as I ran to Sherlock's room I headed to the bathroom and I collapsed in front of the loo and began to be sick. Sherlock came in pulling my hair back and rubbed my back as he sat next to me. I sat back holding my hand over my mouth as I started crying.
"Shh," Sherlock soothed as he pulled me into his lap.
"I'm so sorry, I'm just so scared." I said burying my head in his chest.
"Is that why you tried to kill yourself?" He asked sadly.
"I'm sorry I just kept thinking that it was the only way to end this."
"That is never a solution you hear me, never!" He yelled.
"I know it's the quitters way out I'm sorry."
"Please don't ever scare me like that again." HE said kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me. "Nothing is going to hurt you." He whispered.
"What the hell!" We heard someone yell.
"John," Sherlock and I said together.
"Sherlock! Grace!" John called panicked.
"Hold on John!" Sherlock called as he helped me up. We walked together his arm around me keeping me steady.
"What in the hell happened?" John asked as we walked into the room. "Grace are you ok?"
"Where were you?" Sherlock snapped as he sat me down on the couch.
"I went to go get a drink because I couldn't sleep." He replied his eyes still darting back and forth between Sherlock and me. "What happed?" He asked.
"It seems as though we had a little visitor." Sherlock said pointing to the box. I gripped Sherlock's hand tighter as John walked over to the box looking in.
"Oh my God," He gasped as he reached in pulling out the cape. It was the color of blood and it looked as if it were perfectly tailored to me.
"Keep an eye on little red for the wolf is hungry." Moriarty laughed and then a wolf howled. I looked around the room and I could see that I wasn't the only one who heard it.
"Sherlock," I whimpered and I could feel myself start to shake.
"Grace it's ok, he's not here." Sherlock said but I could hear the fear in his voice as well.
"Christ," John said reaching into the box again. "It's just a recorder." He said pulling it out.
"He's trying to scare us." Sherlock said.
"Well it's working." I said as I kicked off my shoes.
"Grace," Sherlock sighed.
"I can't breathe," I gasped reaching for the zipper on the dress but I couldn't get it.
"Grace calm down." Sherlock said as he unzipped the dress his fingers brushing against my skin. The dress fell to the floor and I stood there in my under slip. Sherlock draped his jacket over my shoulders as I picked the dress up setting it on the couch.
"What are we going to do?" I asked turning towards them.
"We are going to keep on living as if none of this happened." John said.
"How are we going to do that?" I asked, "He is coming and there is no way we can stop him."
"Then we kill him." Sherlock said.
I looked at him stunned. He had never talked about killing Moriarty before. "No, you can't, it's too dangerous." I said.
"If it's the only choice we have to keep you safe Grace." John said.
"Not you too John," I gasped but they turned away talking to each other.
"John, Sherlock!" I yelled but they continued to make plans.
"What if one of us gets killed." I heard one of them say.
"No!" I screamed and they both turned to me. "Neither one of you are going to die for me, do you understand that? You two are not going to play knights going off to slay the big bad dragon you are staying here and staying safe."
"Grace," Sherlock sighed.
"No, you listen here, both of you. I would rather spend a hundred years with Moriarty doing things; I don't even want to think about, than have one of you get killed! Don't go after Moriarty, stay here and we can fight him together.
"Alright Grace." Sherlock sighed pulling me into his arms.
We all walked over to the couch sitting next to each other. I fell asleep with my head on Sherlock's shoulder and my hand grasping John's.
"Don't touch him!" I screamed as one of Moriarty's men punched Sherlock again. "Please let him go." I begged.
"But my dear, he must be punished." Moriarty said as he ran his fingers across my bare stomach. I shivered as I stood there in nothing but a black sports bra and jeans.
"Get your hands off of her." Sherlock spat, blood coming from his mouth.
Moriarty looked angry as he pulled out his gun.
"No!" I screamed and I grabbed him so his lips met mine.
His wandered up and down my back as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. He was smiling as we broke apart. He kissed me again before he whipped around and shot Sherlock in the chest.
I started screaming as I ran to Sherlock but Moriarty grabbed me around the waist and threw me to the ground. He got on top of me and began kissing me. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. I felt his hands move down to my jeans as he unbuttoned them.
I woke with a start. I was lying with Sherlock my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me protectively.
"Sherlock," I whispered kissing his neck.
"Mhh." He sighed smiling.
"Sherlock, wake up." I whispered and he grabbed me flipping me so he was on top.
"Good morning beautiful." He said kissing my nose.
"Oh, it looks like the lovebirds are up." John said walking into the room.
I tried to sit up but Sherlock was still on top of me.
"Will you two get off of each other and get some breakfast." John laughed.
Sherlock smiled as he helped me up.
"John are you ok?" I asked, he was acting strange.
"Oh, I'm fine." He smiled as he handed both Sherlock and me some tea.
On the table, I noticed that there were two movie tickets on the table.
"Who are the tickets for?" Sherlock asked, as he must have noticed them as well.
"For you two," John replied.
"What?" We both said.
"Well, I know I haven't been very supportive of you two, so I decided to give you two a date."
"John are you sure you are ok?" I asked feeling his forehead.
"Yes, I'm fine, now hurry up and eat your breakfast." He said as he pushed Sherlock and me into the kitchen.
After we finished eating, and I changed, John told us to go for a walk, but that we had to be back before three because that was when the movie started. Both of us knew that John was up to something, but we were grateful for the alone time so we went. We walked hand in hand down the streets. We laughed and talked and for once, I wasn't worried about anything. I wasn't worried that John would be mad, I wasn't worried about mother or Harriet and best of all I wasn't worried about Moriarty catching me. All I thought of was Sherlock and how in love with him I was.
"What are you thinking about?" Sherlock asked.
"Paris." I replied.
"What?" He smiled.
"Well, I've always wanted to go to Paris and I've been thinking with this Moriarty stuff it might be good to get out of the country and we wouldn't have to go to Paris, we could go to Ireland or… "
He leaned over and kissed me, "We can go to Paris for Christmas, I promise." He kissed me again.
"I love you," I smiled.
"I love you too." He said.
Suddenly we walked past the London Eye. "Let's go." Sherlock smiled.
"No," I said turning away.
"Yes, come on." He said wrapping his arms around my waist.
"No Sherlock, I am deathly afraid of heights."
"Well, I think it's time to face your fears." He laughed as he picked me up.
"NO!" I screamed laughing as he bought us a ticket.
"Come on Gracie, it will be fun, I promise." Sherlock said as we loaded into one of the pods.
Quickly I ran over grabbing open of the rails and shutting my eyes real tight.
"Grace you have to open your eyes." Sherlock said placing his hands on my shoulders.
Slowly I did as he said and found that we were already at the top. I could see the whole city. "It's beautiful." I gasped.
"I told you you would love it." He said kissing me.
I walked around the pod looking around the city. I turned to see Sherlock staring at me.
"What?" I asked laughing.
"Do you ever think about our future, together I mean?" He asked.
His question took me by surprise. I grabbed onto the railing again, afraid of where this conversation was going. "Do you?" I asked.
"Sometimes I worry that everything is going to fall apart. I worry that I am going to say or do something that will hurt you. This whole showing emotions thing is kind of new to me. There is still a part of me that wants me to become the emotionless machine that I almost was. And I've hurt people before Grace, I've pushed them away. I almost pushed John away Grace, because I was scared. I tend to push people away when I'm scared because I don't want them to know my fear. And right now Grace, I am terrified, more than I have ever been in my entire life. I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid that Moriarty will come to take you and I won't be able to stop him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he took you. I'm so afraid of failing you." He said and I rushed to him pulling him into my arms as he buried his head in my neck.
"Don't you ever worry about pushing me away, because I won't let you." I whispered.
The pod door opened as we were back on the ground. Suddenly we were met by blind lights.
"Sherlock!" The reporters screamed.
Quickly Sherlock grabbed my hand as we made our way through the crowds, pushing past everyone and sprinting away. The mob followed us through street after street. We climbed onto rooftops, jumped fences, anything to try to get away from them but they stuck with us. Every time I turned around, they pulled out their cameras and snapped a picture of me. Eventually the mob dispersed. Only one person continued to chase us. Sherlock stopped and he turned around looking at the reporter. Now this particular reporter was very tiny. Sherlock stood a good six inches taller than this guy did so when he turned around the reporter literally came up to Sherlock's chin.
"Leave," Sherlock's low voice rumbled and the reporter did.
"Well, that was fun," I said trying to catch my breath.
"I can't wait to see tomorrow's headlines." Sherlock said breathing heavily.
"Well there will be no leaving the flat after this." I laughed causing Sherlock to laugh.
"Lets go, we wouldn't want to be late for John's date." Sherlock said and I laughed.
When we go back to the flat, I found a dress on the couch.
"What is this?" I asked holding it up. The dress was red and it went to about my knees. It had a sweat heard neckline and spaghetti straps.
"Do you like it?" I heard a voice say from behind me and I turned to see John. "I gave Mrs. Hudson some money and she bought it."
"It's gorgeous." I said, "But why do you I need it?"
"Well I haven't been completely truthful." John smiled.
"John, what are you up to?" I asked.
"The movie doesn't start til 9, so I got you a reservation at a nice restaurant."
"John, you didn't have to do that." I said.
"Go down to Mrs. Hudson's, she waiting she's going to help you get ready, the reservation starts at 5."
"That's still another 2 hours away, can I sit down for a moment." I said but as soon as I sat down, Mrs. Hudson came into the room and she grabbed me by the hand pulling me back on my feet.
"Come on deary; let's get you read for your date." Mrs. Hudson smiled pulling me out the door. "Get Sherlock ready John!" She called.
She quickly pulled me into the flat and told me to get dressed. I quickly squeezed my way into the dress, which was a bit tight. After I was changed, she quickly sat me down and started on my hair. I couldn't breathe the room was filled with so much hairspray as she curled my hair. Next, she started on my makeup. I probably sat in that chair for a good hour and a half not being able to move as Mrs. Hudson poked, pulled and powered.
"Finished." She finally said as she turned the chair so I was looking in the mirror. "You look beautiful."
My hair was in small curls and my lips were a light shade of red. "Thank you," I said hugging her.
"Go my dear, your prince awaits." She laughed as she handed me a pair of red pumps.
I slowly slipped them on as I headed up the stairs.
"I am not wearing it." I heard Sherlock whine.
"Sherlock just put it on." John replied.
"What is going on?" I asked coming into the room
Sherlock turned towards me and I could feel myself blush. "You look beautiful." He said as he gestured for me to come towards him. I did and he pulled me into his arms kissing me.
"Now, what are you whining about?" I smiled.
"Look what John wants me to wear." Sherlock said as he handed me a red bow tie.
"Oh, it's adorable." I said smiling. "Please put it on."
"No," He said.
"Please," I begged.
"Fine," He sighed.
Quickly I put on the tie straightening it out.
"Now, don't you look handsome." I said laying my hand on his chest.
He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer.
"Alright now go." John said.
"Thank you so much for this." I said hugging John.
"John smiled as he shoved us out the door.