Sherlock

As the days went on her visits became fewer and fewer. It came to the point where she would only come to bring me food. I wasn't hurt by her distance. Moriarty had done something terrible to her. She was terrified of everything. She was like on abused puppy. She cried at every little sound. She winced whenever I moved my hand. I could see the pain in her face. The bruises shown through the make-up she tried to hide them with. I longed to know what had happened, but I knew better than anyone as to what memories, especially painful ones, could do to a person. So I knew I would have to wait until she was ready.

Nights were what I feared the most for when I slept, nightmares plagued me, worse than I had ever had before.

"Grace!" I screamed running through the flat. My heart pounding faster and faster as I threw open each door to find the room empty. I suddenly stepped into the hallway towards my room. The hallway was covered in blood, it covered the floor and dripped down the walls.

"Grace!"I yelled franticly as I ran down the hall. As I grabbed the door handle. I found it wet. As I looked at my hand, I found it covered in blood. As I threw open the door I found Grace lying on my bed surrounded by blood, her wrists slit, a bloody glass shard in her hand. "No!" I cried running to her, picking her limp body in my arms. "I just got you back," I cried out as I looked up to find a note written on the wall in blood.

"Moriarty won!" Was all it said.

"Grace!" I screamed pulling her body closer to mine.

I woke up in a hot sweat to find my room dark. I looked down to find bloody sheets wrapped around me and blood covering my hands. "No!" I cried, "No, no."

"Sherlock," I heard someone scream and the lights turned on.

"Grace!" I screamed.

"Sherlock, I'm here!" She cried throwing her arms around me.

"The blood," I cried.

"What blood?" Grace asked, "Are you hurt?"

"Your blood, it's everywhere, you were dead, you killed yourself." I gasped but when I looked at my hands, I found no blood on them. "But you were dead, you slit you wrists and on the wall you wrote, 'Moriarty won,' in your blood." I pointed at the wall, but I found nothing there either.

"Sherlock, it was just a dream, everything's fine. I'm fine." She said grabbing my hand.

Quickly I pushed up her sleeve.

"Sherlock!" She gasped as I looked at her arm. Her arm was covered in bruises. Each bruise was a darker color than the others were. I could tell that some were more recent than others were. As I looked at each of the bruises, the rage inside me built. The one that pushed me over the edge was the bruise on her wrist. It wrapped all the way around her wrists and I could see the outline of fingers within the bruise.

"What did Moriarty do to you?" I gasped running my finger over the bruise gently.

"Sherlock, I can't," Grace said ripping her hand away and quickly pulled down her sleeve.

"I'm sorry. I should have looked for you. Instead I stayed here in my own selfish darkness. While you were getting hurt by Moriarty." I said placing my hand on her cheek.

"You were never suppose to come after me." She said placing her hand on mine. "That's why I had to die. Moriarty knew that if I was alive, you would have never let me go."

"But he knew if I believed you were dead, I would completely give up hope," I sighed sadly.

"That is why his plan worked flawlessly and, if it weren't for your brother I would still be with Moriarty."

The reminded me that I had to do something to repay Mycroft. "Will you ever let me back into your heart?" I asked her and I watched as she backed up.

"I don't know what you mean." She said.

"Moriarty did something to you, and now you have a shield up like the one I once had. And I fear that I will never be able to get through it," I said sadly.

"Sherlock, for the past two years, you are the only person I could think of and it killed me." Grace said tears in her eyes. "I lo…" She started but suddenly she covered her mouth. "I'll go get you some water." Grace said quickly running out of the room.

"Grace!" I called but she was already gone.

There was something terribly wrong with Grace. Not only was her shield so well built, I could smell alcohol on her breath, which terrified me.

"Sherlock," Grace said as she rushed into the room shutting the door behind her. Her eyes were wide and I could see how bad she was shaking .

"What's wrong?" I asked quickly sitting up.

"There's a man who wants to speak to you," Grace said her voice sounding small.

"Ok?" I said a little confused, "Is it a client?"

Grace quickly shook her head and I could see how terrified she was.

"Do you know him?" I asked hoping for answers but as Grace shook her head again I was even more confused.

Suddenly there was a banging on the door and Grace nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Miss Watson, he does not like to be kept waiting." A man's voice said.

I looked at Grace who I could tell was holding her breath. I nodded and she rushed to my side as I threw my arm over her shoulder as we slowly walked into the parlor.

"Ah Mr. Holmes," A man said. He had blond hair but he was balding. His small glasses sat on his pointed nose. As soon as I saw him, I recognized him immediately, Charles Augustus Magnusson, the rat of a criminal. He was a blackmailer who made his living off manipulating others. He was worse than Moriarty, or at least he was when I first heard of him over 2 years ago. Moriarty at least followed rules, ones that he set, but at least he followed them. Charles did what he wanted when he wanted. I gripped Grace's shoulder and she turned to look at me fear in her eyes. "It looks as if Miss Watson here has miraculously been resurrected." Charles smiled wickedly at Grace.

"What do you want Charles!" I snapped as I slowly moved my arm from over Grace's shoulder to around her waist protectively.

"I heard you were under the weather and I just came to see if you were getting any better." He said as he sat in my chair.

Grace and I just stood staring at Charles not sure what to say.

"Oh come now, one of you must have something to say to me. I know Grace has something to get off her chest." He sneered.

Grace tensed up and I looked at her to see her eyes were wide.

"What do you mean?" I asked and Grace quickly looked at me shaking her head.

"Oh," Charles smiled. "She hasn't told you."

"Hasn't told me what?" I asked a little upset.

"She hasn't told you why she is covered in all these bruises or why she flinches at every sound or small movement you make. Or why she has become so distant from you. Do you not wonder what happened when she was with Moriarty? Because to me it is pretty obvious, your deduction skills must be slipping." Charles said smiling.

I looked at Grace who was staring at the ground.

"Well, I guess I better leave you two to talk about…" He paused, "things." He quickly got up. "I will se e you later Mr. Holmes." I glared at him as he came over and grabbed Grace's hand, "Miss Watson." He kissed her hand. He snapped his fingers and left. One of his men quietly walked over and set a bag on the table and left. It took me but only a second to realize what the white powder in the bag was.

My eyes widened as I started towards it.

"Sherlock stop!" Grace said trying to stop me.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped and Grace quickly backed up. I rushed over and grabbed the bag, taking it to the kitchen and dumping it's contains down the drain.

"I'm sorry Sherlock." Grace cried.

"How does Charles Augustus Magnusson know about you and what happened with Moriarty but yet I don't !" I yelled.

"I don't know, I don't know," She said shaking her head.

"Grace look at me." I said grabbing her shoulders. "Please tell me what happened with Moriarty.

"I can't!" She screamed, "Can't you understand that I can't, I can't." She cried collapsing to the floor.

"Grace," I said sitting next to her.

"Just give me time." She said leaning her head on my shoulder.

I sighed softly as my pounding headache came back again.

"I'm sorry," I said and I kissed the top of her head.

"Let's get you back to bed." Grace said helping me up.