Sherlock

"Grace is in danger," Sam said.

"What?" Grace and I gasped.

"A man is searching for her," He said.

"Who? And how do you know this?" I asked and suddenly I watched as the man reached in his coat.

"Because I work for him." The man smiled pulling out a gun.

Quickly I threw Grace behind me as the man pointed the gun at my face.

"You should just let me kill her now," Sam said. "He will just end up killing her anyway. But he'll make it slow and painful. I'll make it quick."

"Over my dead body." I said and I heard the gun click as he cocked it.

"Wait," Grace said and suddenly she was in front of me knocking the gun out of Sam's hand flipping it into her own so the gun was now pointed at Sam.

"Who is after me?" She snapped but the man just laughed, "Tell me!" She screamed again slamming Sam into the wall.

"If you kill me you'll never know who is after you." Sam laughed.

"Who said I was going to kill you." Grace said and suddenly she pointed the gun at Sam's shoulder and fined.

He cried out in pain as he hit the ground holding his shoulder. "What the hell!" He screamed.

Grace kneeled down so she was eye level with his. I had never seen this side to Grace, it was dark and malicious, something she must have picked up from Moriarty. "Tell me who is after me or else…" She started as she pointed the gun at Sam's other shoulder.

"No, no!" He screamed. "I'll tell you. You met him before; he attached you when you were with Moriarty.

I heard Grace gasp.

"Wait what!" I yelled.

"My employer found Grace and Moriarty in…" Suddenly Grace shot Sam again in the same shoulder. "What the hell was that for?" He screamed.

"Grace?" I asked but she still held the gun pointing at Sam.

"Don't speak unless I ask you a question. Got it!" She snapped and Sam quickly nodded. "Now, why is he coming after me what did I do?"

"He was looking for something, something that Moriarty had that my employer desperately wants. And he believes you are now in procession of tha said item." Sam said.

"What makes him think Grace would…" I started but Grace quickly interrupted me.

"What is the item?" Grace asked.

"I don't' know." Sam said.

"Really, you sure about that?" Grace smiled as she placed the gun on Sam's knee cap.

"I don't know!" She screamed.

"Grace stop, he doesn't know!" I said Grace was starting to worry me.

"What is his plan!" She screamed.

"I don't know." Sam said.

"I'm so sick of your shit! What is his plan!" She screamed moving the gun to in front of Sam's crotch.

"Jesus Christ, I don't' know!" Sam screamed.

"Grace enough!" I screamed knocking the gun out of her hands.

"Sherlock!" She yelled turning back to me.

Suddenly Sam came up behind Grace wrapping his arm around her neck placing the gun against the side of her head.

I froze as I watched as Sam winced. He was using his injured arm to hold the gun against her head and I could see how much it was hurting him.

"Ha, no what are you going to do you crazy bitch!" Sam laughed. "I tried to give you an easy death, but you had to be crazy, so I'm taking yo to him. We'll see how fiery you are after he gets done with you."

"Sam you don't' want to do this." I snapped.

"Oh trust me I do." He said as he slowly backed up to the stairs .

"I will kill you if you hurt her." I said.

"I'm doing you a favor Sherlock, this bitch is completely mental. She's like a ticking bomb, soon she'll just explode." Sam said. "Now if I hear you come down the stairs, I'll shoot her." He slowly made his way down the stairs. I stood still until I heard the door open and close. Quickly I rushed down the stairs and threw the door open rushing outside.

"God, what did I tell you." Sam said turning around Grace still in his arms.

"Let her go!" I screamed.

"Sherlock, why couldn't you just let her go, now she is going to die painfully, are you prepared to lose her again." Sam said slowly backing up towards the road.

As he stepped off the edge of the sidewalk, he fell into the street taking Grace with him. It felt as if the world slowed as they hit the ground. My head snapped to the side as I saw a car barreling right towards Sam and Grace.

"No!" I screamed as I quickly grabbed Grace pulling her into my arms.

Sam looked the car and I heard the horn blast before the car hit him his bones crunching as he flew over the car then landed back on the street.

Grace tried to turn around but I held onto her tightly. I held onto Grace the whole time until the police showed up.

"Sherlock!" She finally said pushing away. "I'm fine." She sa9id and I kissed her. She quickly pushed me away from the flat.

"We can't talk to the cops, we just need to go now." She said and the next thing I knew we were in a dead sprint.

"Grace, where are we going?" I yelled as I could hear the police yelling at us from behind.

"We need to see your brother!" She screamed back.

We continued running for a couple blocks, shaking most of the cops that had followed us.

We had shaken the last of them by jumping a fence and hoping into a cab. Then we headed towards Mycroft's.

"Why are we going to go see my brother Grace?" I asked but Grace just stayed silent as she looked out the window her hands gripping her legs. "Grace?" I grabbed her hands.

"Oh Sherlock," She cried as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I slowly put my arm around her pulling her closer.

"We have to go back." She cried and her sobs had become so violent that her whole body was shaking.

"Go where Grace?" I asked completely confused. "Back to the flat?"

"No, no," She responded as she looked up at me. "We have to go back to the house," she took a deep breath. "The house where Moriarty held me." She gasped.

I froze as I stared back at her. "No!" I finally yelled. "Stop the cab."

"Sherlock we have to we…"She started as the cab slowly started to stop.

"No, Grace I am not taking you back there, you will never go back there." I snapped.

"Listen to me, if this man wants something that he believes Moriarty gave me, then it's going to be in that house." She said. "I don't want to go back, but if this is going to stop the man coming after me then that's what I will do."

"Grace!" I started.

"No if this is the only way I can get back to a normal life then I will do whatever it takes." Her sobs had calmed down as she stared back out the window.

"Alright, but if you start seeing Moriarty again or something triggers memories that are to much we will leave." I started but she just nodded still staring out the window.

"Where are we going or are you getting out?" The cabbie asked.

I quickly gave him the address before I reached my arm over to Grace and pulled her close.

By the time we reached Mycroft's house grace bolted from the car and up the stairs before I even had a chance to pay the cabbie. When I got into the house grace was already talking with Mycroft.

"You can't be ready to leave yet, Sherlock just got better, you can't leave." I heard Mycroft say.

"Mycroft shh," Grace said as I burst into the room.

"You were going to help Grace leave me." I said feeling so betrayed. "You were going to use my own brother to betray me." Grace was staring at me, hands over her mouth.

"Sherlock, Grace posed a very convincing offer. Look what happened to you when you thought she was dead. You have become obsessed with her, and she with you. You two are in a poison relationship." Mycroft started.

"Don't you start with that," I snapped.

"Sherlock please…" Grace started

"Don't you speak!" I screamed.

"Don't' speak to her like that!" Mycroft screamed at me. I took a step back, surprised to hear Mycroft speak to me in such a way. "You have no idea what Grace has been through."

"I know what Moriarty did to her." I snapped back.

"What do you know, she was beaten and raped, but do you know to what extent."

"Mycroft please don't," Grace begged.

"Tell him Grace, tell him about the bat and the glass," Mycroft said and I froze.

"A bat!" I gasped staring at Grace.

"If I did anything that upset Moriarty, he would beat me. If it was something bad enough, he would take a bat to me. Usually it was to my ribs, but sometimes he would hit me in the head." Grace's voice cracked.

"And the glass." Mycroft insisted.

"I get it; she doesn't need to say anymore." I turned away as tears had begun to well up in my eyes.

"No Sherlock, you need to hear it." Mycroft said.

"While I was with Moriarty, I would drink a lot. And if he caught me drinking, he would break either my glass or the bottom and then push me into the glass holding me there for minutes, he held me there for an hour once."

"Grace," My voice cracked. "I'm sorry, God I…"

"So don't you dare scream at her, don't you be your horrible git self, she has been though too much for you to ever be cross at her. And brother of it kept you safe, yes I would help her leave. But that's not why you are here is it?" Mycroft asked his tone of voice changing.

"We need you to take us back to the house." Grace said and she wouldn't even look at me.

"No!" Mycroft snapped. "I cannot let you go back there. I know what that will do to you."

"Why do you care so much about Grace brother?" I asked suddenly confused.

"I am not the heartless monster that you believe me to be Sherlock." Mycroft replied. "Plus Grace has become like family."

"So that is why you have to let us back into the house." Grace said. "There's a man after me he wants something that he believes Moriarty gave me."

"What man, who is he?" Mycroft as and I just stayed silent.

"I have an idea of who he may be, but I don't have any idea what he is talking about. Moriarty never gave me anything." Grace said.

"How do you know this man?" I asked.

"The first year with Moriarty, he came and attacked us. He stabbed me in the stomach and he kept asking Moriarty to give him what was his. Something that Moriarty had stolen from him." Grace said.

"He stabbed you!" I gasped remembering the scars on her stomach.

"I need to get back into that house." Grace snapped ignoring me.

"Fine, but I give Sherlock free permission to yank you out at any time he thinks it is to much for you." Mycroft snapped.

"I'm fine I will be fine." Grace snapped.

"Fine, Grace, every time you hear a loud noise or someone moves too fast you freak out. You see Moriarty everywhere and you will just start screaming at nothing." I said.

"What!" Mycroft snapped. "Ok, you are not going, Sherlock and I will go look for it."

"No, you don't know the house like I do, I know where Moriarty would have hidden things." Grace said. "I'm going and if you two won't help me, I'll go alone."

"Fine, Grace, fine, we will leave in the morning." Mycroft said. "You two can stay here tonight because from what I have heard you two are being hunted by the police for a murder."

"What." I gasped.

"It seems as though your little adventure down on Baker Street, did not go unnoticed." Mycroft said as he turned on the telly.

"Police are still in search for the previously famous detective, Sherlock Holmes as he was seen fleeing a crime scene where a man was struck by an oncoming vehicle." The new reporter said. Mycroft flipped the channel to another news station.

"The famous detective Sherlock Holmes made his way back into the headlines after disappearing off the face of the planet for two years. This video footage taken off of someone's mobile device shows the detective fleeing his flat on Baker Street after a man was struck by a cab. However as you can see, he is no alone." The footage showed Grace and I running down the street, but only my face was visible. "Has Holmes found a new love interest after the crushing lose of his partner's sister Grace Watson who was killed two years ago." The TV was then quickly shut off as Mycroft turned to look at me again.

"What happened?" He asked.

"A man came to the flat, he was looking for Grace. He was going to take her back to that man who thinks she has something of Moriarty's. He fell into the street and took Grace with him." I replied.

"I would have been hit by that cab as well if Sherlock hadn't grabbed me." Grace said.

"He fell?" Mycroft asked suspiciously.

"Yes!" Both Grace and I replied.

"Alright, well we will deal with that situation as soon as you are back from the house. Both of you can go up to the spare rooms we will leave in the morning." Mycroft sighed as his phone rang. He quickly walked away, leaving me and Grace in the room, alone.

"Grace, why didn't you tell me about the bat?" I asked.

"Sherlock, there are parts of my stay with Moriarty that is to horrible for you to ever hear. Not just because I don't want you to hear it. But I don't want to have to remember it. I have been trying to forget and trying to get better. But he still is in my head, and he won't go away." Grace's voice cracked and I rushed to her side as I pulled her gently into my arms.

"I'm sorry, Grace," I said and all I kept thinking was of the nightmares I had, when I believed Grace was dead. She always asked me why I didn't save her and I always believed that she meant why I couldn't save her from dying. Now as I held her, well the broken and scared version of the Grace I once knew, I realized she wanted me to save her from Moriarty.