Sherlock

"She's dead," Lestrade said.

I rushed down the stairs with Lestrade and John behind me.

"What about Grace?" John asked.

"Uh, Lestrade, can you have some guys stay here." I said looking at Lestrade.

"Yes, of course."

"What is going on?' John asked.

"Don't you let anyone in and don't you dare let her leave." I told Lestrade and he nodded as he quickly pulled out his phone.

"What is going on? Who is Daphne?" John demanded as we loaded into Lestrade's car.

"Daphne Blaine."

"And who is that?"

"She was… oh god," I said realizing it. "Lestrade make sure Mycroft doesn't find out about this."

"That might be a little difficult." Lestrade said. "Mycroft is the one who found her, he called it in."

I was silent the rest of the car ride until the car stopped. As I looked out the window, I placed my head in my hands. "Please tell me this isn't the crime scene." I said.

"Sorry Sherlock," Lestrade responded.

"Where is my brother?"

"Talking to Sally," Lestrade replied as we walked into Mycroft's house.

Hanging above the fireplace was Daphne. She looked much older than I remembered her. In the middle of her forehead was a bullet hole.

"Jesus Christ." I said sitting down.

"Sherlock, please explain, who is Daphne Blaine?" John asked.

"She was the women who my brother loved." I said and then I explained everything to John. About Daphne and Mycroft, about Mum's disapproval and about how heartbroken Mycroft was even though he didn't show it. I also told him how I had Lestrade keep an eye on her.

"That's awful, how do you think Mycroft is doing?" John asked as we watched Sally walk in with Mycroft.

"Oh he'll act fine, that's what we Holmes's are known for, acting fine when we really aren't."

"You need to go talk to him, Sherlock, he is your brother."

"He's not going to want to talk to me." I said.

"You have to try."

"Alright John, I'll try." I said slowly walking over to Mycroft.

"Sherlock, I figured Lestrade would call you."

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Of course, you act as if I have never seen a dead body before."

"But Mycroft we both know that she isn't just a normal dead body." I said and for a split second, I saw Mycroft's face fall. Just as quick, it was back to normal straight and emotion less.

"Brother, just because you have decided to start caring doesn't mean I do and don't assume that I will." Mycroft snapped.

"Don't push me away Mycroft you know you can talk to me." I said.

"Just go Sherlock, go do you do, solve this case." He said as he slowly walked off.

"Sherlock get over here." Lestrade called.

"Did you talk to him?" John asked as I walked with him to Lestrade.

"Yes I did."

"Well…"

"Well what?" I asked. "I told you that he wouldn't want to talk and he didn't"

"Sherlock, we need you to look at the body. Is there anything that stands out to you?" Lestrade said.

"It's obvious, can't you tell."

"Sherlock, you know we can't so please stop rubbing it in." Lestrade snapped.

I sighed in annoyance for the people with such tiny brains in which I was surrounded. "She wasn't killed here there isn't nearly enough blood and there is some skin under her nails she much have put up a fight, didn't do her much good though. Take it to the lab and analyze it. Also the killer clearly must of known about her past fling with my brother and he must have known about Mycroft's feelings for her or else they wouldn't have brought her here."

"Do you have any ideas as to who…" Lestrade started.

"We have to go, if Grace wakes up, your man is only going to be able to hold her for so long, come along John." I said as I walked out the door.

"Uh…ok," I heard Lestrade say.

When we got home, I quietly opened the door, hoping that Grace was asleep.

"Sherlock Holmes!" I heard as I shut the door.

"Looks like you're in trouble." John laughed.

"Wait, why am I the one in trouble, what about you?" I asked.

"Well you did leave her behind."

"But I…" I started.

"Sherlock, get up here." Grace called as I slowly made my way up the stairs. "Now!"

As I walked into the parlor I found Grace standing there, her arms crossed as she glared at me.

"Hi Gracie we just…" I started when she slapped me.

"Do you realize how worried I have been?"

"Grace I.."

"You tell me to go to bed and that you would be coming in a minute. After a half an hour I came out to find you and John gone and a cop waiting for me. I thought something terrible had happened." She said and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. Quickly I pulled her into my arms.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"No, stop." She said trying to push away. "I am mad at you." But the more she tried to get away the closer I would pull her.

"Please forgive me." I begged kissing a spot on her neck that I knew made her weak at the knees.

"Don't…" She sighed and her struggling ceased. "Don't ever do it again." She said.

"I won't," I smiled kissing her.

"Now," she said clearing her throat. "Now come to bed." She said as she pulled me by the hand to my room.

"I was going to talk to John about um… things." I said but she shut the door. "Why Miss Watson are you trying to seduce me…" But I could see that passion was not the emotion that was on her face; it was fear.

"What's wrong?" She asked looking at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I can see it in your eyes you're upset. Please tell me what is going on?"

"The reason we were gone was because Lestrade came, he told us that Daphne was killed."

"Oh my God." She gasped.

"Yeah, and if it could get any worse, Mycroft was the one who found her."

"Poor Mycroft."

"I tried to talk to him but he just shut me out. I'm so worried he's just going to shut everyone out and hold in all his pain and I'm afraid it will kill him."

"He'll talk to you eventually. He's your brother."

"I don't think he will, if I lost you, I would shut everyone out as well." I said

"No Sherlock don't say tha…" Grace started but I stopped her as I pulled her onto the bed.

"But that is never going to happen, because I am never going to let you go." I laughed kissing her pulling her into my arms.

"Well you better let me go because I can't breathe." She laughed as I let go off her and she got on top of me. "I love you," She whispered as she kissed me. "I'll love you till the day I die."

"Which is not going to be for a long, long time." I smiled. "Now it's time to sleep."

Slowly she rolled back onto the bed. She buried her head in my chest as we slowly fell asleep.

"Daddy, wake up." Someone said shaking me awake.

I groaned as I turned over to see a little dark brown curly haired boy standing next to my bed. Flinging myself backwards, I almost fell.

"It's Christmas Daddy." The boy said as he pulled me out of bed and into the parlor.

As I left my room, I could hear the sound of a child crying. In the parlor a Christmas tree stood with presents underneath that looked to be way too many for John, Grace, and me.

"John Charles Holmes! What did I tell you about waking your father?" I heard a voice say from behind me.

"I'm sorry Mummy." The boy said letting go of my hand.

I turned to see Grace standing in the doorway of the kitchen. In her arms was a crying baby that sat on her large pregnant stomach.

"It's Lizzie; she's been crying since she woke up. I think she wants her daddy." Grace said handing me the baby. As soon as she handed her to me, the child stopped crying. "See. Alright, now John, stop pouting and go open your presents." She said to the curly haired boy and a smile lit up his face as he ran to the tree. "Merry Christmas Sherlock." Grace said kissing me. Slowly I took in everything, the boy who was gleefully tearing away wrapping paper, the baby girl in my arms and Grace, my Grace looking more beautiful that ever standing at my side. A smile creped across my face as I placed my hand on Grace's stomach and kissed her.

I woke up to see Grace staring at me.

"What are you smiling about?" She asked.

"I just had a nice dream that's all." I said smiling. I guess I never actually had thought about marriage or having children but when I was with Grace I started to think of things that never would have crossed the old Sherlock's mind.

"What was it about?" Grace asked.

"Nothing," I said pulling her closer.

"Oh come on, please." She begged.

"Nope, because I know how much it's going to bug you not knowing." I smiled as she jumped on top of me.

"Tell me." She said kissing my neck.

"No," I said closing my eyes as I grabbed Grace's waist.

"Please," She begged as she started kissing me, her hands running under my shirt.

"Sherlock, I need you to come see this, it seems that…" John started as he burst through the doors. "Oh my god." He said seeing us.

Grace flung herself off me pulling the covers over her head.

"Yeah I'll be out in a minute, John." I said.

"Yeah, o…ok." John said leaving a blank expression on his face.

"Ok, Grace, he's gone." I said pulling the covers off to find Grace laughing. "What are you laughing about?" I asked laughing myself.

"I am in so much trouble." She laughed, her laughter sending chills down my spine.

"We can get that sorted out later, right now we should probably go see what John wants." I said as I pulled her up. "Now what do you want John?" I asked walking into the room.

His eyes darted between Grace and me as he cleared his throat. "So, I was checking on my blog and I found that someone had posted a very strange comment, look." John quickly turned the computer screen so I could see. He pointed to one particular comment by none other than the famous, anonymous. I his comment was a url link to my website . "And when I clicked it, this is what I found." John said clicking on it. This led us to one of my old updates. John quickly scrolled down to the comment to find one very daunting message.

"Hello boys and my beautiful Grace, I hope you enjoyed my package and I hope your brother enjoyed his as well, Sherlock. I'm coming so you had better be ready, oh and Grace, I'll see you soon."

Quickly I glanced at Grace who laid her hand on my shoulder.

"Well at least we know what we are up against, the devil himself." Grace said.

"We need to do something." John said shutting the laptop. "Tell Lestrade, something, we need to get Moriarty in jail…"

Suddenly both John and my mobile chimed. Quickly I pulled it out to find a message. It was from Grace.

"Did you…" John started.

"Yeah," I said and I quickly opened the message.

"Don't go to the police, or else I will keep killing more people." The message read.

"Sherlock what…" Grace started but I quickly silenced her placing my finger on my lips.

"He can hear us," I whispered. "What do you want from us!" I screamed into the air. "We aren't going to play your game!"

Suddenly another message, "But Sherlock my dear boy you are already playing. So is that lovely land lady of yours."

A scream ran through the flat.

"Mrs. Hudson!" We yelled bolting out the door. As we rushed down the stairs we suddenly hear something loud crash onto the floor.

"Jesus!" John yelled as we found the door locked

"Mrs. Hudson!" Grace screamed as she pounded on the door.

"Move!" I yelled as I rammed the door down. "Mrs. Hudson," My eyes darted around the room to find Mrs. Hudson lying on the floor, groceries spread around her. "John!" I called as he quickly checked her pulse.

"She's fine," He sighed.

Sighing I turned around to find a body hanging from the ceiling.

"Oh my god, that's Mrs. Hudson's niece." Grace gasped as she fanned Mrs. Hudson.

Suddenly I got another text. "Your move." It read.

"Grace, call the police." I said.

"Sherlock, we can't, you heard what Moriarty said, if we go to the police he will kill more people." Grace said.

"We just won't tell them that we know who it is, plus Moriarty never said anything about the police figuring it out on their own."

"Plus, Mrs. Hudson is going to need to go to the hospital." John said.

"Grace, please," I said handing her my phone.

She sighed as she quickly walking into the hall.

The police and the ambulance didn't arrive for a good ten minutes in which I proceeded to yell at them for. They asked a lot of questions, most of them stupid and irrelevant but I did my best to humor them. After they left, I realized that Grace was gone.

"John, where's Grace." I panicked.

"I thought she was with you," John said.

"No, I sent her to call the police but I haven't seen her since." I said. As I walked into the hall I looked to see the front door wide open.

"John check up stairs!" I yelled as I bolted out the door. My eyes darted up and down the street. I was looking for anything that would give me a clue to where she might be. "Did she run away, was she taken?" I shook my head shaking the bad thoughts away. At the end of the street, a couple was walking towards me. Well, walking probably wasn't the best choice of words the better word was stumbling. They were clearly drunk. They reminded me of my parents. I remember when I was younger; Mycroft took care of me most of the time because my parents were too drunk to even stand up straight. Quickly I looked away down to the other end of the street where a women was yelling at her child. My mother always yelled at me every time I did something she deemed wrong. "Why can't you just grow up!" She yelled at me when she found me in the parlor the couch cushions spread around me. I had made myself a fort where I hoped she couldn't find me. Nothing on the street gave me anything but bad memories.

"Sherlock!" I heard John yell. "She's locked herself in your room." I sighed but my relief was cut short when John said. "She's on the phone with Moriarty."

I took off running, as I reached the door I pulled on the handle but it didn't open.

"Why can't you just leave us alone!" I heard Grace yell.

"Grace open the door!" I screamed slamming my weight into the door hoping it would break.

"If I went with you, would this stop everything." I heard her say.

"Grace no!" I screamed and suddenly the door broke open.

She looked over at me, her eyes wide as I grabbed the phone from her hands.

"She is never going to be yours Jim!" I screamed into the phone. "You lost!" I chucked the phone into the wall shattering it. "Don't you ever do that again!" I screamed at Grace grabbing her shoulders.

"This is my fault Sherlock!" She screamed shoving me back.

"Grace, don't be stupid no its not."

"Can't you see that he is going to keep hurting people until I give myself to him?"

"Do you know what he would do to you! Have you even thought about that?"

"Of course I have Sherlock, would you like me to share with you the nightmares that I have been having!" She yelled.

"Nightmares?" I asked sympathetically.

"Moriarty is clearing going after people we care about. He's hurting them emotionally by hurting people they care about, but who knows how long before he starts hurting them physically. He's already hurt your brother and now Mrs. Hudson. Who is going to be next Sherlock. I'm not going to let more people did because of me, I won't Sherlock." She cried when John suddenly came into the room.

"Lestrade just called, he said that Mrs. Hudson is going fine, she has a small concussion but mostly she is just shaken up." John said.

"I want to go talk to her. " Grace said wiping the tears away.

"Not today, it has been a very exciting morning, I think we all need to rest and calm down." I said rubbing her back.

I watched as John's eyes darted around the room stopping on my mobile which laying pieces in the corner.

"Another one Sherlock," He sighed.

"How many mobiles have you been though?" Grace asked as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Only three," I smiled.

"Three!" Grace exclaimed.

"And every time he breaks one, he insists on getting a more expensive one the next time." John laughed causing us all to laugh as we walked into the parlor.

"What are we going to do today?" Grace asked as I sat down on the couch pulling her into my lap.

"Maybe we could go out to eat or see a movie." I said when suddenly John pulled out his phone.

"Yeah I don't think that's going to happen." John said as he handed me the phone.

It was another message from Moriarty.

"No leaving the apartment tonight." I said reading the message out loud. "You three are under house arrest, if you so much as open the front door, I have instructed my men to shoot you, and that includes you Gracie. Have fun."

"He's bluffing," Grace said as she stood up and headed down the stairs.

"Grace what are you doing?' I asked following her.

"Every time, I almost died, Moriarty always saved me, I don't believe he will try and hurt me." Grace threw the door open.

"No!" I screamed as I tackled her to the ground. The bullet sailed over our heads into the banister. Quickly I swung myself around using my feet to slam the door shut, my arms still pinning Grace down. "Are you ok?" I asked her as she stared blankly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said her voice small.

"Don't ever assume you know anything about Moriarty. He doesn't have a pattern, he does what he wants when he wants. He can't keep one thought in his head for very long, it makes him bored. And all Jim Moriarty cares about is being entertained." I said helping her up.

"Ow," She said holding the back of her head.

"Let's go have John check you out." I said helping her up the stairs.

"Well, she doesn't have a concussion which is good." John said after examining Grace. "You're lucky you didn't get shot. Thank God Sherlock was so quick, or you would be dead."

"I wouldn't go that far. He was aiming way to low to hit any vital organs." Grace said.

'What were you even thinking!" John exclaimed.

"Ok, no you two don't start this, the last thing we want you know who to hear is us fighting." I said, "We need to do something quiet."

"How about a movie?" Grace chimed in.

"Well, we don't have any but…" I started.

"Mrs. Hudson's does, I think let go see." She said and we all walked down to Mrs. Hudson's flat carefully passing the front door.

"Nope," I said again as Grace held up another movie. We had been at this for a good half hour and we had been through about twenty movies.

"Sherlock will you just pick one." Grace sighed.

"None of them seem interesting." I said when suddenly I picked up a box set of the show Marple. "Let's watch this." I said.

"No," John said. "We are not watching a murder mystery with you. You'll spoil it."

"It's either this or nothing." I said stubbornly.

"Fine," John sighed as we all headed back up the stairs.

For the rest of the day we watched episode after episode.

"The sister!" I yelled. Every episode I figured out who was the murderer within the first five minutes.

"Stop!" John and Grace would groan.

It was midnight before I had finished all the disks in Mrs. Hudson's collection. I looked over to see that both John and Grace were asleep.

Smiling I picked Grace up into my arms carrying her to my room. After I laid her on the bed I went about the room making sure it was safe. I made sure all the windows were locked not wanted anything to get it. However, when I went to lock the door I remembered that I had broken it. Quickly I propped a chair up against the door before I laid on the bed. Slowly I pulled Grace into my arms protectively. The rest of the night, I laid awake listening to every little sound.

Alright guys well here it is! Don't forget about the art contest! The Marple shoutout was for Benedict who was on the show in 2008! Please review! Thank you so much for reading i love you all :)