Grace

As Sherlock held me in his arms, I felt the tears start to well up. Quickly I pushed him away as I walked towards the stairs.

"Grace, nothing is going to hurt you again. I won't let it." Sherlock said.

"He lies," Moriarty's voice in my head said. "He can't stop me!"

"I know Sherlock," I said as I rushed up the stairs running into the room.

It was very plain just a bed and some drawers. I threw myself onto the bed as I screamed into the pillows.
"What do you think Sherlock is going to say when he finds out you were in love with me." Moriarty taunted.

"I wasn't in love with you!" I snapped.

"Really so you just had sex with me for fun?" He laughed.

"You raped me!" I screamed when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Grace," It was Mycroft who slowly opened the door. "I retrieved some clothes from the flat. I couldn't find any night clothes for you, so Sherlock said you could use one of his shirts." He slowly lay some clothes on the end of the bed. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, of course," I lied but my voice betrayed me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I hear his voice Mycroft, in my head. He won't go away, he taunts me. I am never to be free." I said.

"Grace if you are hearing his voice, then going back to that house is not a good idea." I could tell that Mycroft wanted to comfort me, but being Mycroft, I knew he wouldn't.

"I know but this man who is coming after me, he knows things. Things about me, about what I did while in that house. Things that Sherlock can never know. So I need to find whatever he thinks I have so he will us alone." I said wiping tears from my eyes.

"Grace, I don't know what you think you need to keep from Sherlock, but I'm telling you nothing say to him is going to make him not love you."

"This," I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "This will." I sobbed and I broke down and told him everything. For trying to keep it such a secret, I had a bad habit of telling people about it.

After I finished Mycroft just stood there a blank expression on his face.

"When did…" He finally spoke up. "When did the baby die."

"James, he died a few months before you found me." I said.

"Grace, you have to tell Sherlock. He'll be able to comfort you." Mycroft said. "He will help you get through this."

"I can't, he'll never want to speak to me, let alone look at me, again."

"Grace he loves you." Mycroft responded. "And Sherlock doesn't fall in love easily and he's not going to fall out of love with you that fast."

"He will when he finds out I fell in love with Moriarty." I snapped.

"Grace,"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm just tired, I need to sleep. I need to calm down before tomorrow." I replied. "Thank you for everything."

"I told you know you are family and the Holmes brothers will do anything for family." And for a moment I could swear that I saw Mycroft smile. "Now Sherlock is in the room next door, if you need anything.' Mycroft said. Slowly he made his way towards me and kissed me on the forehead. "You are safe here, remember that. Now sleep." He quickly made his way out of the room and I changed into Sherlock's shirt. I breathed in the scent of him that still remained on the shirt. As I lay down on the bed now in the dark, I could still hear Moriarty taunting me.

"He will hate you!" His voice echoed in my head as I fell asleep.

"Grace!" Sherlock called and I turned around to see him running towards me.

I suddenly felt something rip through my stomach. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground. When I opened my eyes Moriarty was above me smiling.

"I'm back!" He smiled as he began to run his hand over the bullet wound on my stomach.

"Sherlock help!" I cried.

"Why should I, your real love is right in front of you." Sherlock snapped and I heard him walk away.

"No, Sherlock, please!" I cried as Moriarty began to take off my clothes. "I'm sorry!" I screamed. "Sherlock!"

"Sherlock," I screamed again when suddenly someone shook me awake.

"Grace, it's ok, it was just a nightmare. You're fine, I'm here." Sherlock soothed as he pulled me into his arms.

"But you left me, you left me with him." I sobbed burying my head into his chest and pulling him close.

"I would never do that Grace, you know that." Sherlock said resting his chin on the top of my head. "Besides Moriarty is dead he is never going to be able to hurt you ever again."

"That's not true because I still hear him, I can still see him, I can still feel his hands on my skin." I cried.

"Grace look at me!" Sherlock said as he grabbed my chin tilting my head up so that I was looking at him. "I know there are things about your stay with Moriarty that you still haven't told me and I respect that. But I'm here for you, I can help. Please let me help." He begged.

"Sherlock, if I tell you what happened you won't want to help me." I cried, "What I did is unforgivable."

"Grace what did you do?" Sherlock asked and he had such a kindness in his eyes I felt guilty.

"I…" I started when suddenly Mycroft burst through the door.

"We have to leave, now!" Mycroft gasped.

"What!" Sherlock asked. "Why?"

"Lestrade just stopped by, he said they found Grace's fingerprints on the gun of that dead man, and then someone leaked that Grace is alive to the newspaper, so now everyone and their mother are on their way here." Mycroft said and I quickly grabbed the clothes Mycroft brought me out of the room.

"Anthea will take you to the plane where you will wait until I get there." Mycroft said as we rushed down the stairs towards the back door that I didn't eve realize existed.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Well, I can't exactly leave my own house now that the police know I have been hiding fugitives in my home. That would look pretty suspicious." Mycroft smiled as he ushered us out the door where the familiar black car was waiting.

"Mr. Holmes," Anthea smiled.

"It's good to see you again Anthea," Sherlock said as he opened the car door for me and I quickly rushed in followed by Sherlock.

"I should be there in an hour or so, Anthea knows what to do if the police find the plane."

"And what would that be?" Sherlock asked.

"If it happens, then you will know." Mycroft said.

"Thank you for this!" I said.

"Don't thank me, not until you find this thing." Mycroft said as he quickly shut the door and the car drove off.

"Now what were you going to tell me?" Sherlock asked.

"I will tell you later." I replied as I lay my head on his shoulder. "Right now, I need some sleep."

"Alright Grace," Sherlock said as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "You sleep and I will be here fighting away your nightmares."

I smiled as Sherlock began to hum my song, one that I hadn't heard in years, as I slowly fell asleep into a deep sleep. I didn't have nightmares, I didn't even dream. I just slept.

When I woke up, I found Sherlock asleep his head resting on mine. A smile made its way across my face as I snuggled closer to him.

"Grace," He breathed slowly waking up. "Are you ok?"

"For now," I smiled as he pulled me closer.

Suddenly we heard sirens and we turned around to find police cars coming towards us.

"Anthea?" Sherlock said.

"On it," she said as she threw the car into drive. "Buckle up!" She smiled as she slammed on the gas.

I didn't even have time to react before Anthea made a hard turn slamming me into Sherlock.

"I'm sorry," I gasped as she turned again and I started to fly again, but Sherlock wrapped his arms around my waist as he quickly bucked me in. "Thank you," I sighed as I turned around to see the police lights were getting closer. The sirens were deafening.

"Is this plan b?" Sherlock yelled as we whipped a corner again.

"Yes, we just need to ditch these…" Anthea started when suddenly the back window shattered sending glass spraying everywhere.

I screamed as Sherlock pushed me down laying over top of me shielding me from the bullets that hit the seats.

"They're shooting at us!" I screamed as Anthea took another hard turn.

"Do something!" Sherlock snapped.

"Um," Anthea said when suddenly we pulled onto a bridge. "When I say jump, we jump alright," She suddenly unbuckled.

"What no!"I gasped as Sherlock unbuckled me.

"When we hit the water swim up, the car is going to try and pull you down. Got it Grace." Sherlock said as he pulled me into his lap.

"This is cra…" I started suddenly Anthea took a hard turn off the bridge.

I screamed as Sherlock threw the door opened and threw me out. Before I hit the water I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I found nothing but blackness. I did my best to swim up but just as Sherlock said, the car was pulling me down.

"No," I thought as I struggled to swim. "I am not dying from drowning, not after everything I have been through."

Finally I burst through the surface of the water gasping for air. However when I looked around I found I was the only one above the surface.

"Sherlock!" I screamed as I did my best to stay afloat. Swimming was not my strong suit. Suddenly arms wrapped around my waist.

"Are you ok?" The voice said and I turned around to find it was Sherlock.

"Oh thank God," I gasped as I threw my arms around him.

He pushed me back a little just so we both wouldn't sink but he still held onto my waist supporting me.

"Where is Anthea?" Sherlock asked.

"Over here you two lovebirds," We heard a voice say and we quickly turned around to find that Anthea was already on the bank of the shore.

"Hurry up!" She called.

Quickly Sherlock and I swam over to her.

"Now, what do we do?" Sherlock snapped as he angrily brushed his wet curls out of his face, his arms still around my waist.

"Just follow me and keep your head down." Anthea said as we began to walk.

We walked for a good twenty minutes before we reached an open field, that's when Anthea stopped.

"What are we doing," Sherlock asked and I could hear how annoyed he was.

"Just sit tight, Mycroft will be here soon, now lie down so no one sees us.

"Was this all part of Plan B?" I asked as I shivered. It wasn't a particularly warm night and being I was still in Sherlock's shirt, which barely reached mid thigh, and to which was soaking wet. To make matters worse, all the other clothes Mycroft brought me were still in the car.

"Well everything but putting Mycroft favorite car into the river." Anthea responded. "Now lie down!" She snapped.

I glared at her for a moment before Sherlock pulled me into his chest wrapping his arms around me to keep me warm.

"My brother tends to take his plans on the little over dramatic side." Sherlock said.

"Oh so that's where you get it from!" I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"My plans are not dramatic." Sherlock huffed causing me to laugh again.

"Sherlock, your plans should be to get from point A to point B but you add the whole rest of the alphabet in first before 13."

"Oh really," He laughed as he suddenly got on top of me as he started to tickle me.

"No!" I laughed.

"You tell me my plans are beautiful and well thought out and I will." Sherlock said seriously as he continued to tickle me.

"Never!" I cried.

"Shut up!" Anthea screamed but Sherlock just continued to tickle me.

Suddenly a gunshot went off and Sherlock quickly whipped me into his arms pressing us both into the ground.

"Get up!" A voice yelled. Sherlock turned to look at who was yelling. I tried to do the same but Sherlock's' arm was blocking my view.

"It's Anderson," Sherlock laughed as he slowly got off of me. "What do you thank you are doing?"

"Stand up and both of you put your hands where I can see them." Anderson snapped. He look much different than the last time I saw him. He was much skinner and he almost looked sick.

"Anderson please," I begged as I took a step towards him, his gun still pointed at me.

"So it's true, you are alive." Anderson laughed his finger still on the trigger.

"Grace, come here." I heard Sherlock say but I took another step towards Anderson.

"Do you realize what hell you put everyone through by pulling that little stunt of yours." Anderson screamed. "Once Sherlock stopped going on cases, all the cases and the press fell on us. Soon people started to question whether we could actually do our job without Sherlock. The pressure got so much that both Sally and I cracked." Suddenly his head snapped and looked at me pointing the gun right at my head. "And it's all because of you!" Anderson snapped.

"Put the gun down!" Sherlock snapped and I felt him put his arm around my waist as he started to push me behind him but I pushed him back.

"Listen to me, we have to leave, and you are going to let us." I said.

"Why in the hell would I do that!" Anderson snapped and I feared he might pull the trigger.

"Because when we return, which we will be back in a day or two, you will be the one who puts me in prison. I will personally let you drag me down to the station. You will be the one who found me, you will be the hero. I said and Anderson suddenly charged me. Before I had a chance to react, he had the barrel of the gun on my forehead.

"Grace," Sherlock snapped as he froze.

"You better hold up on your promise." Anderson whispered. "Or I will kill you, and you will stay dead."

Then he walked away without saying another word.

"Grace, are you ok." Sherlock asked wrapping his arm around my waist. But I just stayed frozen not breathing. "Grace please," Sherlock said grabbing me and turning me so I was looking into his eyes. "What did he say?" Sherlock asked.

Finally I gasped for air as I stumbled a little.

"Grace?" Sherlock exclaimed as he grabbed my arms steadying me. My throat burned as it begged for a drink. Slowly I looked down at my hands to find they were shaking. "What did he say?" Sherlock asked again taking my hands in his.

Suddenly Anthea came into view. "And where in the hell were you."I screamed as I broke past Sherlock. "I was about to get my bloody brains blown out, and where were you?" I snapped.

"Don't over exaggerate, Anderson wasn't going to do anything, plus I couldn't let him know that Mycroft was near."

"Is he near?" I asked furious.

"Actually he's here right now." Anthea smiled as she pointed up.

That's when I heard the helicopter. Sherlock quickly grabbed me yanking to the side as the helicopter came down My hair whipped my face and made it very difficult to see.

"A helicopter Mycroft you could have been at least somewhat less conspicuous." Sherlock responded as the door opened.

"I didn't really have a choice now did I." Mycroft glared towards Anthea, who quickly looked down at the ground. "Now get in."

"Where exactly are we going?" Sherlock asked as he hand rested on the small of my back as I got in the helicopter.

"Ireland." Mycroft replied.