Grace

I woke up to find Sherlock tied and gagged across from me. We were in the living room, Sherlock sitting directly in front of the windows.

"Sherlock," I gasped rushing over to untie him.

He shook his head quickly but I still came towards him

"Grace, look out." Sherlock screamed when suddenly I got a sharp kick to the ribs sending me backwards.

"Remember me bitch!" I looked up to see it was the man who attacked me

"Stay the hell away from her Moran." Sherlock snapped.

"Oh, but we know each other, don't we Gracie!" The man screamed at me.

"I don't have what you think Moriarty gave me." I screamed but it just earned me another kick to the ribs.

I heard Sherlock growl as the man picked me up.

"Don't lie to me bitch!" The man screamed.

"Leave her alone!" Sherlock tried to move but his binds were too tight.

"Now Grace," The man said. "It seems as though we have never been properly introduced. I'm Sebastian Moran."

With that name, Sherlock growled again.

"And you are Grace Watson, Moriarty's girlfriend."

"I was not his girlfriend!" I snapped as I went to push him back, but he quickly pulled out a gun as he placed it on my forehead.

"That's not what I saw." Moran purred.

"You saw nothing." I screamed but it was cut off by Moran hitting me across the face with the gun.

"Oh," He suddenly smiled as I turned back to look at him. "Sherlock doesn't know does he?"

"Don't you dar…" I started when Moran grabbed me by the throat holding me off the ground.

"So, she's been lying to you this entire time." He smiled at Sherlock as I struggled to breathe.

"Stop it!" Sherlock snapped his eyes locked with mine. "Put her down."

"Oh Sherlock, Sherlock," Moran shook his head. "After you hear what I have to say about her, you will wish she stayed dead." Moran smiled as he dropped me.

As I hit the floor I gasped for air, but my gasps were quickly cut off by Moran shoving the barrel of a gun into my mouth.

"You won't make a sound or else I pull the trigger, understand." Moran sneered and I nodded. "Now it's story time Sherlock. This story is a tale of betrayal. Now the story that you've been told about Grace's stay with Moriarty, is that Moriarty beat and raped poor defenseless Grace. Now while that may have been the case at the beginning and the end. When I found them in bed together, they looked very much in love."

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the ceiling. At this point, I just wished that Moran would pull the trigger.

"She loved him Sherlock. She completely forgot about you and fell in love with Moriarty."

I tried to object but the gun muffled my voice

"What did I say about speaking?" Moran snapped grabbed the gun as he pulled the trigger.

I winced as the gun clicked.

"Grace!" Sherlock screamed tears in his eyes.

Quickly Moran ripped the gun out of my mouth and shoved me into Sherlock as he loaded the gun.

"Untie him!" He snapped.

I quickly did as he said not even looking at Sherlock. As soon as his hands were free, I went to turn back to Moran, but Sherlock quickly grabbed my arms, turning me so I was looking at him. His eyes were filled with such confusion and pain. He looked so hurt but at the same time he looked hopeful. He had hope that Moran was lying and that I wasn't the horrible back stabbing bitch who fell in love with a monster. I wished so much that Moran had been lying.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed quickly looking away as Sherlock let go of my arms.

Moran quickly grabbed me ripping me away from Sherlock.

"If you move Sherlock, I will shoot her. Thought at this point, I don't think you would care." Moran laughed as he placed the gun against my temple.

Sherlock stayed silent which caused me to cry even harder. He hated me, just as I knew he would.

"Now Gracie, darling, I know you came back to this house to get what I am looking for. So where is it." He intertwined his fingers in my hair.

"I don't know," I sobbed, "It wasn't in the room, the flat."

"Oh you mean the replica of Sherlock's flat. That was such an ingenious touch to the house wasn't it. My idea of course. Someone as evil as James couldn't even come up with that." Moran laughed.

My mouth opened to speak but no words came out just another sob.

"Oh you didn't realize that I use to work for Moriarty." He laughed. "I used to be James's right hand man. Most of my plans James took to use as his own. That is why I am getting back what he took. What is rightfully mine!" He screamed hitting me in the head again this time knocking me onto the ground. "Where is it?"

"Stop it," Sherlock growled.

"Please Moran, I don't know." I cried.

"Gracie, stop lying to me." Moran sighed as he walked over to Sherlock and placed the gun on Sherlock's shoulder.

"Don't!" I screamed but Moran fired sending a bullet into Sherlock's shoulder. And it must have gone through because he shattered the glass behind Sherlock. I screamed as I lunged at Moran. Sherlock sat grabbing his shoulder and gritting his teeth.

My hands were just about to worry around Moran's neck when he turned around slamming the gun into the side of my head, hard.

I flew backwards and fell onto the ground hitting my head again knocking me out. When I came to I Sherlock tackle Moran through the glass sliding doors.

"Sherlock!" I screamed as I tried to go after them. My vision was blurry and I could feel blood working its way down the side of my head. But I didn't care, all I knew was that I had to get to Sherlock before they reached the cliffs. "Stop!" I screamed as I took off running.

"You should have just stayed dead Moran screamed as he turned around and fired at me. The bullet missed but it still nicked my side as it flew past.

"Grace!" Sherlock screamed as I grabbed my side falling to the ground. He quickly got a good punch into the side of Moran's head as he reached for the gun.

They were getting closer to the cliff as they fought. Moran got a punch right into Sherlock's shoulder causing him to scream.

Quickly I got up still holding my side, but I took off running again. By the time I reached them there were already standing at the edge. Sherlock reached out to hit Moran but Moran quickly dodged it.

"No!" I lunged forward as Moran hit Sherlock in the head with the gun knocking him off the cliff. I reached out grabbing Sherlock's hand as he fell. Unfortunately he had been knocked unconscious and I was grabbing his bad arm.

I screamed as my side slid on the ground as I attempted to support Sherlock's weight. I was laid out on the ground both arms hanging off the edge of the clip holding Sherlock's arm and my feet were behind me.

"Sherlock please wake up!" I screamed as I watched the waves crashing against the rocks.

"Where is it?" Moran asked as I felt him put his foot on my side where the bullet hit me.

I don't even know what it is?" I screamed.

"I don't believe you." He screamed as he began to press down with his foot. I

I screamed out in pain as my grip on Sherlock arm tightened. "I don't know!" I screamed my vision blurring.

"Gracie, this can only make things worse for you." Moran started as he moved his foot onto my back right between my shoulder blades. "Moriarty trusted you, now where are my plans."

"Sebastian, Moriarty never talked to me about work! Please you have to believe me." I begged shaking Sherlock, hoping he would wake up.

"The problem with me believing you is that I know that you are a compulsive liar." He said then he pushed his foot down making it difficult for me to breathe.

I could feel myself starting to blackout. But I knew I couldn't, I was still the only thing stopping Sherlock from falling.

"Moran!" A voice screamed.

"Mycroft, how nice…" Moran started when suddenly a gunshot went off. "The hell," Moran started when suddenly he fell forward unconscious.

"Mycroft, please help!" I screamed as I heard him running towards me. Quickly he hoisted Sherlock up, setting him on the ground.

"Grace, you need to stay awake." Mycroft said but I just laid my head on Sherlock's chest and blacked out.