Grace

We just stood and stared at each other for a good long while before I saw Sherlock stare at my hand, which still held the empty bag.

"What did you do?" He snapped.

"Sherlock I…" I started when suddenly Sherlock charged at me. He dug his forearm into my throat as he pushed me into the wall.

"Where is it!" He screamed.

"I dumped it down the drain!" I tried my best to scream back. "Now put me down." I said but he continued to just stare at me angrily. "William, Sherlock, Scott, Holmes! Put. Me. Down!"

Slowly he backed up letting my feet touch the floor.

"Sherlock, what is wrong with you!" John screamed while I did my best to catch my breath.

"Grace, I'm sorry." Sherlock said as he tried to reach towards me but I flinched which stopped him. I didn't flinch because I was afraid of Sherlock, it had just become a reflex for me after living with Moriarty for two years.

"I'm sorry," I said reaching for Sherlock's hand but he quickly turned away and rushed to his room.

I turned to look at John when suddenly a load crash came from Sherlock's room. Sprinting to the room I threw the door open to find Sherlock laying on the floor unmoving.

"Sherlock!" I cried as I ran to him. He wasn't breathing. "John, what happened, what's wrong?" I asked as my shaking hand grabbed Sherlock's wrist looking for a pulse to my relief it was there, very faint, but there.

"It must be the cocaine." John said as he quickly pulled out his phone. "I'll call 911."

"Don't you dare die on me!" I cried as John tried to help Sherlock. "I have not gone to hell and back to come back to you, just to have you die!"

It felt like hours before the ambulance showed up. The next thing I knew I was riding in the ambulance while the paramedics worked to fix Sherlock. The whole rid there I did my best not to cry. What I really wanted to do was scream. Sherlock was dying and all I could do was sit.

"Miss, miss," I heard someone say and I looked up to see one of the paramedics staring at me. "Will you please tell e what happened."

"I don't really know, I have been gone for…" I took a deep breath, "a while. When I saw him, he looked high, like way high, but I didn't think anything was wrong, other than him being on drugs, until I heard him fall."

"Do you know what drugs he was taking?" He asked.

"We found cocaine in the flat, but I don't' know if he was taking anything else." I felt so useless. Suddenly the heart monitor flat lined.

My eyes darted around the ambulance watching as the paramedics rushed around.

"Sherlock!" I screamed grabbing his hand.

"Ma'am back up please, ma'am!" The paramedics screamed at me.

I slammed my back into the wall as I covered my ears as I kept screaming.

When we got to the hospital they rushed Sherlock into surgery leaving me alone waiting.

"Grace!" I heard someone call and I turned to find John running towards me. "How is he?" He asked and I flung myself into his arms.

"He flat lined in the ambulance." I cried.

"John!" I heard someone yell and I found a blonde haired women running towards us. "Are you ok?" She asked him

"Yeah." John sighed and suddenly the women looked at me and her eyes went wide.

"Oh my god!" She gasped pointing at me. "She's she's…" Suddenly she hugged me.

"Um..." I said.

"Grace this is Mary." John said.

"Oh, so you must be the women John has been dating."

I said and John gave me a confused look. "Mycroft," I replied. "I want to thank you for taking care of my brother while I have been away." I hugged her.

Suddenly a doctor came in. "Mrs. Holmes?" He asked.

"Here?" I said raising my hand and I saw John giving me a strangle look. "How is he?" I asked.

"He's going to be fine." The doctor said and I sighed. "He will need to go to rehab though."

"No," I replied.

"What?" John asked.

"Sherlock will not listen to some random person telling him to stop. I will help him. It's the only way to save him."

"Grace it could be dangerous, you saw what Sherlock did to you when he saw you. He's clearly not himself." John said.

"But I need to fix him, I'm the reason he is like this, so I need to be the one to fix him." I told John as I turned back to the doctor. "Can I go see him."

"Yes," The doctor nodded as he led me to Sherlock's room.

When we got in there I felt myself start to shake again. Sherlock was so pale and I watched as his chest slowly rose and fell. I rushed to his side grabbing his hand.

"If anything happens just push the button," the nurse said.

"Thank you." I said and I as she left I felt the cravings start to kick in again. My throat burned as it felt dry.

"Sherlock, I'm so sorry," I chocked.

"Grace," Sherlock muttered and I gripped his hand tighter.

"I'm here, I'm back." I said.

For the next few hours I spend trying my best to distract myself from my burning throat and craving for a beautiful bottle Scotch or Vodka.

I was pacing around the room when I heard Sherlock stir. I rushed to his side.

"Sherlock?" I said grabbing his hand.

He turned and looked at me and I saw that his eyes were bloodshot. As he looked at me I saw his eyes fill with tears.

"No more." Sherlock cried.

"Sherlock?" I asked confused gripping his hand tighter.

"You're not real! You're not real!" He cried.

"Sherlock!" I screamed shaking him. "I'm here it's Grace."

"No you're dead and it was my fault." Sherlock screamed.

"Sherlock, stop!" I screamed placing my hand on his forehead. "It's me."

Slowly Sherlock looked at me and I could see his eyes light up.

"Grace?" He asked as he slowly placed his hand on my cheek.

I did my best not to flinch not wanting to upset him. "Oh my God!" He gasped pulling me into his arms. I sighed breathing in his sent finally I felt safe again. "But you were dead."

"I know I'm so sorry." I said and I tried my best to hold in my tears.

"You're here." He said running his hands through my hair.

"I'm here." I laughed as he wiped my tears away.

"And you're here to stay." He smiled.

"Sherlock I…" I started but when I saw his smile start to fade I quickly snuggled into his chest.

"Let's just get you better." I sighed.

"Wait, what happened." Sherlock asked and I could see the confusion in his eyes as they darted around the room.

"You overdosed. Why in the hell are you back on cocaine Sherlock!"

"How did you know it was cocaine?" He asked and suddenly his eyes went wide as he pushed me back looking at my neck. "Oh my God!" He gasped. "I remember, I'm so sorry."

"Sherlock, listen to me it was the drugs." I said grabbing his face in my hands. "But I'm going to help you Sherlock. I'm going to stay and help you." I said.

"I don't need help!" Sherlock snapped roughly grabbing my arms.

"Sherlock it's Grace." I said but he still held my arms tight.

"I don't have a problem!" He screamed.

"Ok, ok." I soothed finally breaking free. "Why don't you just sleep and I'll be back ok?" He nodded as he started to close his eyes.

"You're coming back right?" He asked grabbing my hand.

"Of course." I said.

As soon as I turned the corner, I started crying. This wasn't the Sherlock I had left two years ago. He was different, he was sad and angry. And he was broken because I broke him.

Slowly I made my way back to John.

"Oh my god!" I heard someone scream and I looked up to see Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson staring at me. "You're alive!" Mrs. Hudson yelled as she ran towards me pulling me into her arms sobbing.

"I'm sorry." I cried hugging her. "I'm so sorry.

"We missed you so much deary." Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"Grace," Lestrade gasped pulling me into his arms. "Thank God you're here maybe now we can get Sherlock back,"

I tried my best smile when suddenly I saw Molly.

"Molly, I'm going to need your help. Sherlock is bad and I'm going to need your help to fix him." I asked and I could feel the lump start to form in my throat again.

"Of course, anything." She sighed and I watched as Lestrade wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I'm here to see my brother." I heard someone say, and I turned to find Mycroft standing behind me. He didn't have any emotion on his face but I could see that his eyes were full of worry.

"Sure," I said rushing down the hallway turning around everyone once and a while to make sure Mycroft was still behind me. When we finally reach Sherlock's room I stopped turning around to look at Mycroft.

I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly closed it when I saw the look he was given me.

"Mrs. Holmes?" He asked.

"It was the only way I knew that they would let me see him." I sighed. "Now listen, I need to talk to you about…"

"How is he?" Mycroft asked.

"No Sherlock." I said. "Mycroft please I need to ta…"

"I need to see him." Mycroft said trying to push past me. I had never seen Mycroft so worried about Sherlock.

"I know Mycroft, and I know that I have no right to keep you from your brother but please, I need to talk to you!" I yelled.

"Alright Grace, I'm listening." My croft said leaning on his umbrella.

I took a deep breath before I spoke. "I'm not staying."

"What!" He gasped. "You can't! Look what it did to Sherlock when you left. You can't put him through that again. "

"But this time will be different this time, he will know I'm not dead. I just can't stay here." I cried.

"Why Grace, there is nothing stopping you, Moriarty is dead, I made sure of that. What other reason do you have to not stay." Mycroft said.

"Look at your brother." I said pointing in the window. "He is like that because of me. He si broken and hurt because of me."

"Grace," Mycroft sighed. "I told you its your fault."

"No Mycroft it is! You were right I am his biggest distraction and look what happened. Sherlock and I have become so involved that we cannot live without the other. Our love is poisonous, that's why I must leave. I will stay until Sherlock is back to normal but then I will go. " I cried tears streaming down my face.

"Grace, he isn't going to let you leave and even if you do leave, do you think he won't come after you?" Mycroft snapped.

"That's why I need your help. I need you to find me somewhere where Sherlock can never find me." I begged.

"You are asking me to betray my brothers trust." Mycroft said not looking at me.

"T keep Sherlock safe, yes. What do you say?" I asked.

"I think we should talk about this later for my brother's has woken up." Mycroft said.

I turned to see Sherlock sitting up smiling at me.

"Do you want to see him?" I asked Mycroft when I saw him starting to leave.

"No, no. I think I'm the last person he wants to see right now." He said and I was about to protest when he quickly walked away.