Grace

"I slowly opened my eyes to find the sunlight peeking through the windows. Looking down I saw an arm wrapped around my waist. Thinking it was Sherlock I intertwined my fingers with his.

"Good morning." I sighed turning over to find that Sherlock was not the man who's hand traced circles on my bare stomach.

"Good morning," Moriarty said kissing me.

That is when I took everything in. I realized that the light sheet was the only thing between his bare body and mine.

"Last night was amazing." He whispered in my ear.

"No!" I screamed struggling but he roughly grabbed my arms.

"Grace," He said shaking me.

I closed my eyes still screaming.

"Grace," He called again.

"No!" I screamed as I pounded my fists on his chest.

"Grace stop, it's me." I heard but this voice wasn't Moriarty it was Sherlock's.

I opened my eyes to find that I was in Sherlock's room with Sherlock pulling me close to him. I gasped as I buried my head in his chest.

"You're ok Gracie it was just a nightmare." Sherlock said.

"I can't keep doing this anymore. I'm tired of being afraid!" I screamed getting up. "Do you hear that you son of a bitch, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Grace," Sherlock said placing his placing his hands on my waist.

I whipped around my lips crushing against Sherlock's. He lifts me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. "I love you," I say as I start to kiss neck. He nibbles on my ear as he stumbles into the bathroom. His lips are once again upon mine as we fall into the shower. My foot hits the knob turning the water on. A small laugh escaped my lips as Sherlock moved his wet curls out of his face. Sherlock took me by surprise when he took his wet shirt off and threw it across the room. The hot water beat against my back as I took in the scene before me. Sherlock was across from me his perfectly toned body glistened as the water hit him. He looked at me with such love as he gently leaned in and laid a soft kiss upon my lips. At that moment, we both knew we were ready. Sherlock's kissing became more fierce as he pushed me back into the tiles gently. "Sherlock," His name escaped my lips as I grabbed onto the belt loops of his pants. Our moment however was abruptly cut short when we heard gunfire coming from down stairs. "John!" I cried as Sherlock helped me up and we both ran for the door. We moved the chair and as we opened the door, we were met by John running in.

"Shut the door, shut the door, shut the door!" John yelled.

Quickly we did as we all slid down leaning against it.

"What is going on?" Sherlock asked.

"I was in the parlor when suddenly I got a text from Moriarty, I didn't even get to read the message before I heard the door break open and then someone started firing." John said. Suddenly I could see him take everything in. "Why are you wet? And Sherlock where is your shirt."

"Uh.." I started.

"Give me your phone." Sherlock demanded.

John handed Sherlock the phone, but I could still feel him staring at me. As soon as Sherlock looked at the his face fell.

"What does it say?" I asked worriedly.

"He's everywhere." Sherlock exclaimed as he dropped the phone and started looking around his room.

"What are you looking for?" John asked as I slowly picked up the phone.

The message read, "I'm done waiting around for you to make a move. Your time has run out. Oh and Sherlock, don't even think about it. Only I get to deflower Grace!"

"Deflower!" I exclaimed.

"What!" John yelled looking at me.

Quickly I deleted the message before John could see it.

"Ha, found it ." Sherlock exclaimed as he grabbed a camera from the wall. Suddenly the door burst open. "Grace!" I heard Sherlock yell when suddenly I felt someone grab my ankles. As they pulled me back, I looked up to see two men rush in going after Sherlock and John with guns, big guns.

"No!" I screamed as the man continued to drop me through the flat. I flipped around so I was on my back. Reaching up I tried to knock the gun out of his belt. He let go of one of my ankles to fix the gun back into place. Using my free foot I quickly kicked him in the crotch. He howled in pain and let go of my feet. Quickly I tried to get back to Sherlock; however, as soon as I stood up I felt is hand wrap around my foot again pulling me down my head hitting the floor hard. Again, I flipped around trying the same thing I had done before but this time he knew what was coming. He turned around holding both of me feet and stepped on my stomach pressing down harder and harder until I heard a crack. I screamed out in pain as he pulled me to the stairs. He continued to pull me down them, my head hitting each individual stairs. By the time we reached the bottom, everything had become blurry. Two gunshot suddenly ran out. "NO!" I screamed and I watched as the man holding me laughed. I reached up again, trying to ignore the pain I felt in my ribs, and grabbed the gun ripping it from his felt. He lunged at me but I quickly pointed and shot. His body fell, his elbow landing right on my ribs. Screaming out in pain I tried to shove the body off but my whole body felt weak. My consciousness kept fading in and out.

"Grace!" I heard someone ell, but their voice sounded so far away that I couldn't tell who it was. "Grace!" The voice said again. The weight on my ribs was instantly gone but the pain still burned through them.

"It hurts," I mumbled closing my eyes hoping it would make the pain go away.

"I know, I'm sorry." The voice said again. He started to talk to someone else but both voices became more and more distant.

"Don't let her fall asleep!" The other voice yelled.

"Gracie, please, don't fall asleep, stay awake." The voice said.

"No ," I groaned when suddenly someone lifted me up causing me to scream as the pain became more severe.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," The voice said

Slowly I opened my eyes to see Sherlock looking at me, his eyes full of fear.

"Sherlock," I mumbled.

"I'm here." He said.

I sighed smiling. "You're ok," I said and suddenly things started to become less blurry. The next thing I knew I was laying on the couch my head lying on Sherlock's lap.

"Grace, follow my finger." John said I did as he said but it made my head hurt. "She's got a concussion," He said. "I'm going to check your ribs now ok?" He said.

I nodded as Sherlock grabbed my hand. Slowly John placed his hands on my ribs. As soon as he touched the sore ones, I winced gripping Sherlock's hand hard.

"She has two broken ribs." He sighed.

"What do we do?" Sherlock asked.

"We can't call the police." I mumbled.

"Well, we can't just leave you like this and what about the bodies."

"Why don't we drop them off where they rightly belong." I said handing Sherlock a folded up piece of paper.

"What is this?" Sherlock asked.

"It's what I assume to be Moriarty's address."

"Where did you get this?" John asked grabbing the paper from Sherlock.

"In your coat pocket, and I am very cross at you for lying to me John." I said but there was no anger in my voice.

"What is your plan?' Sherlock asked, "Are we just going to load three dead bodies into a cab?"

"No, I was thinking your brother might be willing to help." I said and I watched a smile creep onto Sherlock's face.

Moriarty

"Sir, please slow down, sir, sir!" My assistant yelled as I whipped the car around the corner.

"They should be back by now and I want to be there to greet our guest." I smiled. Pulling into the garage, I didn't even take the keys out before I bolted into the house. To my disappointment, I found it as empty as I had left it. "Where are they!" I screamed pulling out my phone. Angrily I punched in the number waiting for my men to pick up. A phone ringing echoed through the empty halls.

"Sir?" My assistant started.

"Shut it!" I snapped pointing my gun at him. Slowly I walked around the house listening to the ringing as it became louder and louder. I stopped in front of a closet where the ringing was the loudest. Throwing the door open I found my three men, their bodies stacked on top of one another. Seeing this, I began laughing.

"Sir?"

"They have finally decided to start playing!" I laughed as I shot my assistant.

Grace

Mycroft was quite happy to help us to deliver the bodies, even if he didn't show it. At first, I was very upset that I had to stay home, but when Sherlock volunteered to stay behind, I felt a little better.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he helped me sit up.

"I'm ok?" I lied holding my side.

"We need to get you to the hospital." He said.

"Well maybe when I go see Mrs. Hudson, I'll get myself checked out."

"About that, Grace, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Sherlock I told you I'm done being afraid of him."

"Well at least let me go with you."

"No, Sherlock, I have to do this on my own. I just have to."

"What if Moriarty finds out you are going there." Sherlock said his voice filled with worry.

"You said that you got all of the cameras of the apartment." I told him. While we were waiting for Mycroft to show, Sherlock rummaged through each room finding Moriarty's cameras. There were fifteen total, over half of them in Sherlock's room alone.

"Yes, but I'm not sure." He said his fingers making circles on my back.

"I'll take Johns gun if that will make you feel better," I said.

"A little," He smiled.

"I want to get going before John gets back." I said standing up.

Sherlock put his hands on my back gently supporting me as I started to fall. The pain in my ribs was almost unbearable but I couldn't let Sherlock see how much pain I was in or else he wouldn't let me go.

"Promise me that if you see Moriarty you will shoot him, don't hesitate Grace." Sherlock said handing me the gun.

"I will." I said.

Slowly I made my way outside with Sherlock's help who then called me a cab.

"You come back to me," He sighed.

"I love you." I said quickly kissing him as I got into the cab. As the cab drove away I looked out the window at Sherlock who stood there, and for a moment, I thought he was going to chase after the cab.

When I got to the hospital, I went to the front desk where the lady told me what number Mrs. Hudson room was. As I made my way through each hall, I pretended that the pain in my ribs was not as bad as it felt. Each room began to blur together and I must have made a wrong turn because I turned onto the hall that led to the morgue. I wasn't paying attention and I accidentally ran into someone. "Oh I'm so sor…" I said looking up to find that it was Moriarty. He stood there a wicked smile on his face and a bloody knife in his hand.

"Hello Grace." He purred.

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