Grace

I hadn't slept since we had brought Sherlock back from the hospital. So after Charles had left I helped Sherlock back to his room. I quietly went to the couch and fell asleep.

"Grace," Sherlock said as he stepped into the light.

"Sherlock!" I cried as I turned towards him.

"Grace," Another voice said and I turned towards it to find Moriarty standing in the other light.

"No!" I cried turning back to Sherlock.

"You love him don't you," Sherlock said pointing to Moriarty.

"What!" I gasped, "No!"

"Grace," Moriarty said again but I didn't even turn around.

"Sherlock, I don't love him, I love you!" I screamed.

"Grace," Moriarty teased.

"Sherlock," I said ignoring Moriarty. "Please believe m…" I started when suddenly I heard a baby cry. I froze my eyes wide as I stopped breathing. Slowly I turned around looking at the baby in Moriarty's arms.

"James," I gasped.

"Gracie," Moriarty said mockingly as he slowly brought one of his hands up and snapped the baby's neck.

"No!" I screamed.

Suddenly I woke up. I looked around to find that I was still in the parlor of the flat. Slowly I pulled my knees to my chest and I started sobbing.

All of the memories of the past two year hit me at once; all of the days that I spent searching through the house, and all the nights. I remembered how in love with James I was and how excited we were when I found out I was pregnant. However, most of all I remembered seeing that frail little body on the floor, not moving. The body of my dead baby boy.

"Grace, what's wrong?" I heard someone say and my head snapped up to see Mary standing in front of me.

"I loved him," I cried again.

"Who," Mary asked sitting next to me.

"Moriarty." I gasped and then I told her. I told her everything I don't know why I did, there was just something about Mary that made me feel like I could trust her. After I had told her, she didn't say a word, she just pulled me into her arms and let me cry.

"Have you told Sherlock?" She asked me after a while.

"No," I sniffed. "I can't, he'll hate me."

"Grace, he won't hate you, that man worships the ground you walk on. Sherlock loves you." She said.

"I don't deserve his love anymore." I cried.

"Grace Watson, don't you dare say that." Mary said.

"Grace," I heard Sherlock say and I quickly stood up wiping away the tears.

"What are you doing up…" I started when Sherlock came down the hallway and pulled me into his arm. I laughed as he picked me up.

"God you are so beautiful." He gasped as he pressed his lips against mine.

Shocked at first it took me a moment before I finally melted into his arms. As we continued kissing it felt as though the past two years had never happened and that Sherlock and I had never been apart.

But suddenly I heard a baby cry and I quickly broke away. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's fine," He whispered back wrapping his arm around my waist. "Well hello Mary, and to what do we owe the pleasure." Sherlock asked.

"John's working late and he just wanted me to come check and see how you are feeling.

"Much better." Sherlock smiled.

"Well that's good, well then I best be off." Mary smiled.

"I'll get the door for you." I said quickly leaving Sherlock's side and following Mary downstairs.

"Thank you so much." I said hugging her as we reached the front door.

"For what?" She asked.

"For listening," I replied.

"Oh anytime, I'm serious about that, if you need anything you just call okay," She said.

I nodded as I opened the door.

"Oh and one more thing Grace." Mary said, "You need to tell Sherlock."

I looked at her and nodded. "I will." I said and she slowly walked away.

As I closed the door I turned around looking at the stairs. I was absolutely terrified, Sherlock was better, and, not that I wasn't extremely happy that he was, I knew that the minute he saves me he would know everything.

"Grace," He called and his voice said shivers down my spine.

I took a deep breath as I slowly walked up the stairs. When I got to the parlor I found Sherlock standing in his coat and scarf.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I was thinking about heading down to see Lestrade. It's been two years they probably haven't solved a single case." He smiled.

"The old Sherlock is back." I thought smiling.

"You are coming right." He said.

I opened my mouth to say no, I knew this was a good chance to leave, but my mouth clearly had other plans.

"Yes," I said and watched as Sherlock's face lit up.

"Good," he said and he turned to the stairs.

"Sherlock." I said and the next thing I knew I was grabbing Sherlock's hand and pulling him into me.

"Grace, what are you…" He started when I placed my lips on his. My heart fluttered as he placed his hands on my waist.

"Grace," Sherlock moaned as he slowly pushed me into the wall.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt my knees buckled and I melted into Sherlock's embrace.

"I love you." I said as Sherlock kissed my neck.

"Gracie!" I heard someone yell, my head snapped to the side, and I saw him. Moriarty standing there staring at me. "Hello Grace," Moriarty smiled.

"No, no."I cried.

"Grace, what's wrong?" Sherlock asked, but I couldn't stop screaming.

"You better stop screaming or Sherlock might lock you up in the loony bin." Moriarty laughed.

"He's found me. I'll never be free." I screamed pointing at Moriarty.

"Grace, there's no one there." Sherlock said.

Suddenly Sherlock disappeared and Moriarty was standing in front of me.

"No!" I started to scream but I was silenced when Moriarty wrapped his hands around my neck.

I gasped for air grabbing at his hands trying to pull them off. I could feel my consciousness fading away as I closed my eyes.

"Grace stop!" Someone said trying to grab my hands.

I opened my eyes to find Moriarty gone and Sherlock standing in front of me again. However I could still feel hands on my neck.

"Grace, let's go." He said pulling my hands away and as soon as he did it, I gasped for air. "Look at me." He grabbed my chin gently titling my head up so I was looking at him.

"He's never going to let me be free," I cried.

"Grace, he's dead, he can't hurt you anymore." Sherlock said.

"Have you forgotten about us?" I heard someone say and I knew it was Moriarty. "Have you forgotten how in love we were."

"No!" I cried placing my hands over my ears.

"Grace, it's ok," Sherlock said pulling me into his arms. Quickly I shoved him away standing in the middle of the room.

"You loved me!" Moriarty screamed and suddenly I saw him standing in front of me holding a bat.

I cried out in pain as I hit the floor. Every bruise on my body burned as it felt as if they were being made all over again.

"Grace!" Sherlock yelled as he ran over to my side.

I screamed again as I grabbed my ribs feeling them break again.

"What's wrong?" I could hear the panic in Sherlock's voice. "Please what do you need me to do." I kept screaming and slowly I felt Sherlock lift my shirt slightly. "Oh God," He gasped as he saw the bruises. When he gently placed his hand on my ribs all the pain went away and I stopped screaming. "God Grace," He said pulling me into his arms. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry, I'm okay." I said trying to get up but he still held me.

"You are not ok." He said, "Where else did Moriarty hurt you."

"Sherlock…" I started.

"No Grace, show me." He snapped.

I took a deep breath as I nodded. "It's not pretty." I sighed as I slowly rolled up my sleeves and pant legs.

"Grace," Sherlock said as he slowly placed his hand on my leg looking me up and down.

"There's more." I said lifting my shirt to show my ribs and stomach.

Sherlock didn't even say anything, he just slowly stood up and turned towards the kitchen.

"I told you it wasn't pretty," I said my voice cracking as I stood up rolling my sleeves down and my pant legs and my shirt.

I t was silent for a while before Sherlock turned back to look at me. He had tears in his eyes as he slowly spoke. "What else did he do?" Sherlock asked.

I knew exactly what he meant but I couldn't get the words out to tell him.

"Did he r…" He started but I didn't want him to finish.

Slowly I nodded and I watched as Sherlock's eye stared at me.

Quickly I looked at the ground wrapping my arms around myself as tears streamed down my face.

"Grace," Sherlock said pulling me into his arms. "Is this why you have been so distant. Were you afraid that finding out what happened with Moriarty would charge the way I feel about you?"

"Sherlock…" I started thinking maybe now was a good time to tell him the rest of the story. However when I tried, the words caught in my throat. "Yes," I lied baring my head in his chest.

"Grace, I love you," Sherlock said leaning into kiss me.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and a disheveled man burst into the apartment.

"Mr. Holmes, I need your help." The man gasped.

After he had caught his breath he quickly told us his story. His name was Sam Standfall.

"And why do you need my help." Sherlock asked.

"Grace is in danger." Sam gasped.

"What!" We both gasped.