John's POV

"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!" Grace screamed. "Don't go after Moriarty stay here and we can fight him together."

"Alright Grace," Sherlock sighed pulling Grace into his arms.

I wanted to say something. To say that we weren't just going to sit around, but I knew that Grace wouldn't calm down until she believed that Sherlock and I were safe. But as we all sat on the couch, I made up my mind that I would do everything in my power to stop Moriarty. However as Grace grabbed my hand, before we all fell asleep; I knew that the only way to stop Moriarty was to kill him.

I woke up early staring on my plan to kill Moriarty. Knowing that I couldn't work on my plan with Sherlock and Grace around, I need a way to get them out of the house. Suddenly I got an idea, one that Sherlock and Grace couldn't pass up and that wouldn't make them suspicious. I would set them up a date. Even though I hated the idea, I knew it was the only one that would work.

Quickly I headed out, planning this date. I made reservations at a fancy restaurant and bought some movie tickets to a new romantic movie called "Delicious". However, the movie didn't start until nine and the reservation five so I needed some way to get Sherlock and Grace out before then. So as I made my way back to the flat and started on breakfast I tried to think. I had just finished breakfast when I heard Sherlock and Grace stir.

"Sherlock, wake up," I heard Grace whisper.

"Good morning beautiful," Sherlock sighed as I walked into the room, and I saw that Sherlock was on top of Grace and he kissed her nose.

"Oh it looks like the lovebirds are up." I said trying not to act as disgusted as I felt. "Will you two get off each other and get some breakfast." I fake laughed.

"John are you ok?' Grace asked as Sherlock helped her up.

"Oh I'm fine." I smiled handing Sherlock and Grace some tea.

"who are the tickets for?" Sherlock asked.

"For you two," I responded.

"What?" Both of them asked.

"Well, I know I haven't been very supportive of you two so I decided to give you a date. " I said hoping that they couldn't tell I was lying.

"John are you sure you are ok." Grace asked feeling my forehead.

"Yes, I'm fine, now hurry up and eat your breakfast." I said pushing Sherlock and Grace into the kitchen.

After they were finished eating I quickly started to clean up as Grace got dressed. That's when I thought of how to get Sherlock and Grace out of the flat. So when Grace came down, I told her and Sherlock to go for a nice long walk. It took some convincing but finally they agreed to it. I told them to be home by three because that was when the movie started, even though it was a lie. I figured that would give me enough time to find Moriarty and kill him without getting myself killed. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Grace's number.

"Hello Johnny Boy," Moriarty's voice rang through the phone. I could almost see his wicked smile on his face. "Did you get my present."

I stayed silent, because if I were to talk I would scream and curse at him.

"How is Grace, has she been talking about me." His slimy words made me want to be sick. "Are you going to say anything John, because I and quite a busy man…"

"I am going to kill you." I whispered not being able to hold it in any longer.

He started laughing, "Good luck!" Suddenly the phone went silent.

"John," I heard a voice say behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Turning around I saw Mrs. Hudson. "Where did Sherlock and Grace go?" She asked.

"Damn!" I thought I had forgotten about Mrs. Hudson. "They went on a walk." I said.

"Oh that's adorable." She squeaked.

I knew that Mrs. Hudson could ruin everything if she found out what I was up to so I quickly came up a plan.

"Would you be willing to do me a favor. I got Sherlock and Grace a reservation at this nice restaurant and some movie tickets and I would really like to get Grace a new dress but…" I started.

"Oh I would love to!" She shrieked and she took off before I even finish my sentence.

As I heard the door shut, I quickly gather up everything I might need. I grabbed my gun and I was off.

"Where ya headed?" The cabbie asked as I got in.

"The new Scotland Yard." I said.

It was a risk bringing in Lestrade and I knew it. But no matter how much I tried to avoid the face, there was no way I could do this alone. Sherlock couldn't be trusted because he wouldn't do anything to upset Grace. I hoped that Lestrade could be trusted to keep this secret. Quickly I rushed in looking for Lestrade.

"John," I heard him call. "What are you doing here?'

"I need your help." I said.

He gestured me into a room and I handed him my phone.

"I need you to track this phone." I said pulling up the number.

"John, this is Grace's number." Lestrade

"No, no it's not." I said trying to lie.

"Yes it is." He said reaching into the desk pulling out a piece of paper. Written on it was the number and it looked like it was written in Sherlock's handwriting.

"Where did you get this?" I asked.

"Sherlock practically made me memorize the number. He brought it to me the first couple of weeks Grace was here. He comes almost every week and we try to trace it but is always off or the battery is out."

"Well can you try again?"

"John I know who has this phone. Why are you suddenly so keen on finding him?"

"He threatened Grace and I'm afraid he's going to come after her unless I stop him." I said and I could feel myself getting angry. "He is not going to hurt her!"

"Alright John, now take it easy. We will just call Sherlock down here and try to find…" He started.

"NO!" I yelled. "You can't tell Sherlock, or Grace, or anyone."

"Why?"

"Grace doesn't want Sherlock or me to go after Moriarty, she's afraid he's going to kill us."

"Well, she isn't wrong, John, we all know how dangerous Moriarty can be. How do you expect to beat him on your own."

"I don't know, but I have to try." I sighed, "Will you please help me?"

"Alright, fine." Lestrade sighed as he quickly typed away on his computer. "It's on."

Quickly I ran around the desk looking at the screen. On it was a small dot, which was blinking on the screen.

"Here," Lestrade said handing me a paper with the address on it. The phone was at a house on Holmes street.

"How poetic," I thought.

"Are you going after him?" Lestrade asked.

"Not til tonight Grace and Sherlock are to be back at the flat before three, I will probably just go check out the building."

"Alright well, John, you call me when you leave and I'll come with you with some of my men…"

"No, Greg, you can't, Moriarty will know. The plan only works if it's just me."

"And what is this plan?" He asked, "Because you can't just go breaking into Moriarty's house without a plan. For all you know this could be a trap."

"I have a plan." I said, "I'll just tell you when I figured one out." I said under my breath as I quickly left.

I knew that if I showed up to Moriarty's in a cab, he would suspect something, so I would have to go by foot.

As I stood outside, I closed my eyes trying to think like Sherlock in order to find a way to Moriarty's. However my mind was just blank, I didn't even know where to start.

"Come on John you have lived in London basically your whole life you should know how to get from one part of the city to the other." I thought. Slowly I just started walking. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was twelve. I still had a little over two hours to find Moriarty's house and get back to the flat before Sherlock and Grace got back. After hours of wandering the streets, asking anyone I could find for directions, I finally found the street. The house was six stories and all white. Each window was attached to a balcony. It seemed empty, as if no one had lived in it for years.

Quickly I thought back, retracing my steps in my head as to how I had got here and I realized how much more complicated I had made it than it actually was. I made my way back to the main road and got a cab.

"Shit!" I said looking at my watch it was already 2:30. "221B Baker Street!" I yelled at the cabbie, "And hurry!" I pulled out my mobile and called Mrs. Hudson telling her that Grace would be home soon and I asked if she would be willing to help her get ready. Of course, she agreed.

I didn't even wait for the cab to stop as it turned on the street Throwing my money at the cabbie I took off running. As I bolted in the door, I saw the dress hanging on the banister. Grabbing it, I quickly ran up the stairs and threw it on the couch. After sitting down just for a moment to catch my breath I hurried into the kitchen when I heard the door open.

"What is this?" I heard Grace say and I walked into the room to see Grace holding the dress.

"Do you like it?" I asked putting on that fake smile back on. "I gave Mrs. Hudson some money and she bought it."

"It's gorgeous," she said. "But why do I need it?"

"Well, I haven't been completely truthful." I said that stupid smile still on my face.

"John, what are you up to?" She asked.

"The movie doesn't start 'til nine, so I got you a reservation at a nice restaurant."

"John, you didn't have to do that." Grace said.

"Go down to Mrs. Hudson's, she's waiting; she is going to help you get ready. The reservation starts at 5."

"That's still another two hours away. Can I sit down for a moment?" Grace said sitting down. I was just about to get her up, when Mrs. Hudson came into the room and pulled Grace to her feet.

"Come on deary; let's get you ready for your date." Mrs. Hudson said as she dragged Grace out the door. "Get Sherlock ready John!" I heard her yell.

Being alone with Sherlock was a risk, and I knew it. He could always read me like an open book, however whenever he was with Grace, he was too preoccupied with her to worry about me. However now that Grace was away I knew that Sherlock would figure out what I was up to. I ran around the flat doing anything to keep myself busy.

"We need to get you a tie that matches Grace's dress. It was red right?" I yelled.

"Yes!" Sherlock yelled back.

Quickly I went into Sherlock's room looking through his closet.

"How do you not have any red colored ties?" I asked.

"I don't know?" He said coming into the room.

I pushed past him as I headed to my room. Somewhere I had a red tie. Shifting through my closet and my cabinets, I spend a good hour trying to find the stupid tie.

"John, I need to talk to you." Sherlock said as he leaned against the door frame.

"Not now, I need to find the tie for you." I said panicking.

"John, this is much more important than a tie. It's about Moriarty…" He started when suddenly I saw something red.

"Found it!" I said, but as I picked it up, I realized how pissed Sherlock would be to wear it.

"Give it to me." Sherlock sighed his hand outstretched.

"Sure," I said as I set the tie into his hand and rushed back to the parlor.

"John!" I heard Sherlock yell as he rushed down the stairs. "I am not wearing this." He held the red bow tie in front of my face.

"Sherlock," I sighed. "It's the only red tie we have."

"I am not wearing it." He whined.

"What is going on?" Grace said as she came into the room. She blushed as we both looked at her. I regretted letting Mrs. Hudson buy the dress. It was tight on Grace and it showed way to much skin.

"You look beautiful." Sherlock said as he gestured for Grace to come to him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her as I looked away.

"Now, what are you whining about?" Grace smiled.

"Look what John wants me to wear." Sherlock said as he handed Grace the tie.

"Oh it's adorable, please put it on." She said.

"No." Sherlock said and I knew that there was no way in hell that Grace could convince Sherlock to wear that tie. Sherlock was far more stubborn than Grace.

"Please," Grace begged.

"Fine," Sherlock said and I was shocked. The cold, icy, machine that I had come to know melted right in front of me as he let Grace put on the tie.

"Now, don't you look handsome." Grace said.

As Sherlock wrapped his arms around Grace, I realized that all my worries about them were silly. I realized that they were like a puzzle. Each of their characteristics were like the pieces; when they were separate, they didn't make any sense but together they made a clear picture. Sherlock and Grace took care of each other and they were happy, there was no point in me trying to ruin that.

"Alright now go." I said.

Grace hugged me as she said, "Thank you so much for this."

I smiled truly for the first time all day as I pushed the two of them out of the door.

"That was a very nice thing you did for them." I heard Mrs. Hudson say.

"Yep." I said as I took the address out of my pocket and looked at it. "I'm going out."

"What, where?"

"I'll be back before they get back." I rushed out the door before she could ask any more questions.

It seemed as if, as I walked from street to street, that the world was closing in on me. My heart was beating out of my chest. "Don't be a coward, be like Sherlock." I thought as I turned onto the street and slowly reached for my gun. Suddenly my phone rang.

"What!" I snapped.

"John, where are you?" I heard Lestrade ask panicked.

"Oh, Greg, it's you. Don't worry I'm not going to Moriarty's," I lied.

"I need to talk to you it's really important…" He started.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a pub, it's super noisy, I'll talk to you later."

"John," He tried to say but I quickly hung up, shutting my phone off. Slowly I made my way to the house to find the front door wide open.

"it's a trap!" My mind screamed but I still kept walking forward. "John stop!" But it was too late. I was already in. The room became pitch black when the door suddenly shut behind me.

"John." I heard.

"Who's there!" I yelled.

"Johnny Boy!" The voice yelled again taunting me.

"Who's there!" I yelled again my voice a little less confident as the fear set in. Suddenly I felt something push me from behind. Quickly I whipped around and fired. There was brief second of light and I saw a large man running towards e. The last thing I remember was feeling something hard hit the back of my head.

I woke up to find myself to a chair with a massive headache.

"You are going to kill me John are you?" A voice said and suddenly a blinding light was pointed at me. "How's that working out for you?"

"What do you want?" I screamed.

"Well, seeing how you broke into my house, I think I'll ask the questions." Suddenly someone punched me. "How's Grace?" Moriarty said as he sat in the chair across from me.

I stayed silent not looking at him with that stupid smile on his face. Suddenly Moriarty turned to the man next to me and nodded. The man then proceeded to punch me in the stomach.

"Now, John, I know you are trying to be all heroic and trying to get out of Sherlock's shadow, but you see, I'm going to win. I always win. And my prize, your beautiful little sister. Oh what fun we are going to have, let's just say after I'm done with her, Grace isn't going to be a pure little virgin anymore."

"This isn't a game Moriarty, she's a person not some prize."

"She is my prize John and Sherlock can go to hell if he thinks she's he's."

"Sherlock isn't like that! He loves her and Grace loves him too!" I yelled.

"Well maybe Grace will love me too Johnny did you ever think of that!" Moriarty yelled.

"No one could love you!" I laughed and I got another punch to my jaw.

"Well than I guess that I will just have to make her." He said cracking his knuckles.

"You are never going to lay a hand on her because you are never going to get her, do you hear me never!" I screamed spitting blood from my mouth. "Because we are going to kill you!"

"But you won't John, Grace will be mine by the end of the month mark my words. Either that or she'll be dead." He laughed. His laughter was the last thing I heard before suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head.

"John!" I heard someone yell which woke me up. I opened my eyes to find that I was on the steps to the flat. Looking over I saw Grace and Sherlock running towards me.

"Shit!" I thought.

"John, are you alright?" Sherlock asked helping me up. Slowly we walked through the door and up the stairs. As we got into the parlor, I slowly sat down on the couch.

"You went after Moriarty didn't you." Grace snapped.

"No Grace," I started.

"Don't you dare lie to me John Hamish Watson!" She screamed getting up close to me.

"Ok Grace," Sherlock said grabbing Grace's shoulders. "Give John a change to explain. "

She walked over to the fireplace angrily.

"I went to go out to eat and I was coming home when I got mugged." I lied.

"See Grace, nothing to worry about." Sherlock said.

"Gee, thanks," I said under my breath.

"Why don't you head to bed, it's been a very long day, I'll be in in a minute." Sherlock said and Grace walked over to him and kissed him before she headed into his room glaring at me.

"How did you find him?" Sherlock asked me when he knew Grace was out of the room.

"What?" I asked.

"How did you find Moriarty?"

"I didn't I told you I was mu…"

"You can't lie to me." He said and I knew he was right.

"While you and Grace were on your walk, I went down to see Lestrade and I had him track the phone."

"How did he find it? Every time I have him trace it, the phone is off. "

"Well, this time it was on." I said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I figured you wouldn't help or you would tell Grace. You were so quick to tell her that you weren't going to go after Moriarty I just figured…"

"I just told her that so she would calm down. I plan on going after Moriarty and I plan on killing him." Sherlock said lowering his voice. "Now, tell me what happened?"

I was just about to tell Sherlock when Lestrade came running into the room.

"John I have been trying to get a hold of you for almost an hour." He gasped trying to catch his breath.

"Sorry I…" Suddenly I could see the panic on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Sherlock it's Daphne," He said.

"Who?" I asked.

"What about her." Sherlock said.

"She's dead." Lestrade said and I watched as Sherlock's face fell.

I hoped you enjoyed this, please review! Oh and if you don't remember Daphne you might need to go reread some of Dressed for Murder! Oh and the movie Delicious is a little shout out to Louise Brealey who plays Molly Hooper.