Sherlock

I watched as Grace came out in a gorgeous red dress. I saw Moriarty looking at her in a way that made me want to punch him in the face. She walked up to him and I watched as he ran his hands up and down her back, and I could see him tug at the fabric and that is when I broke. "Grace!" I yelled bursting in through the door.

"What are you doing here Sherlock?" She asked her voice had a twinge of disgust in it and I could see Moriarty's arm around her waist.

"Moriarty just hand her to me," I said pointing the gun I had brought at Moriarty.

He laughed, causing Grace to laugh. "Oh poor Sherlock, he thinks he has won." Moriarty laughed along with Grace. Grace's laugh was cold and heartless. "I've won Sherlock." He pulled Grace in and kissed her.

"No!" I charged running up to Moriarty and placing the barrel of the gun on his forehead. "Let. Her. Go!"

"Sherlock, I wouldn't try that, you see, I have the upper hand." He said as he snapped and a sniper light appeared on Grace's chest. "Drop the gun Sherlock. Drop it." Quickly I dropped the gun not willing to lose Grace. "Good boy!" Moriarty smiled. "Grace, sweetheart, pick up the gun for me," She nodded and she smiled as she picked up the gun and pointed it at me.

"Grace," I gasped staring at her in shock.

"Oh Sherlock, did you actually think I loved you, it was all just an act, did you think that anyone could love you." She laughed as she walked up to me. I took a step back but she just grabbed me and pulled me close. She leaned in and kissed me. Then I heard a pop and the next thing I remember is opening my eyes, a horrible pain in my chest. I was on the ground. I looked up to see Moriarty and Grace laughing before Grace kissed Moriarty.

I awoke with a start. It had been years since I had had that dream. The first time I had it, I never once believed it would be true, but at that moment I started to question it. I quickly shook my head getting the thought out. That's when I remembered what happened.

"Grace!" I screamed looking around to find I was in a hospital room, alone, "Grace," I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. That's when I noticed the pain in my arm. Looking at my shoulder, I found it bandaged up and that arm was in a sling.

"Sherlock," A voice said and I looked up to find Mycroft standing in the doorway.

"Where is she?" I asked standing up.

"Sherlock, sit down you were shot." He sighed.

"Where is Grace?" I screamed.

"She's in the next room." Mycroft sighed and suddenly he wasn't' making eye contact with me causing my panic to kick in.

"Is she ok?" I asked as I rushed past him into the next room to find grace asleep a bandage on the side of her head.

"She has stiches on her side and head and she has a severe concussion.

"Shit," I gasped running my good hand through my hair.

"What happened?" Mycroft asked.

"Where is Moran?" I quickly walked over to Grace grabbing her hand.

"Sherlock, about Moran," Mycroft started when another voice chimed in.

"Sherlock bloody Holmes!" I turned to see John standing in the doorway looking as mad as ever.

"I'll leave you two alone." Mycroft said as he started to leave.

"We will talk later!" I insisted before he left.

"We'll see Sherlock, we'll see." Mycroft stated then he was gone.

"John, listen, I can explain…" I started but I was quickly cut off by John's right fist punching me in the face.

"What in the hell did you do to my sister!" He screamed.

"John," I said holding my nose.

"You took her back to that house, how could you!"

"It wasn't my idea!" I screamed. "Everything happened so fast and the next thing I knew we were in that helicopter and on our way."

"You should have left her with me. If you had to go to that house so badly you should have left Grace behind." John screamed coming closer. He tried to stand on his tip toes so he was eye level with me but I still towered over him.

"You don't think I tried. I tried to tell her to stay behind, Mycroft tried. But she wouldn't listen. She was convinced that she had to be the one to find it. Then Moran showed up and everything just went to shit and I don't even know how I'm alive, all I remember is getting hit in the head then the next thing I know I'm waking up in a hospital and Grace is like this." My voice cracked and I saw John's eyes widen so I quickly stopped talking.

"Sherlock, what were you looking for?" John asked his voice much more calm.

"I have no idea, it was something Moran thought Grace would have because she…" I stopped. "She loved him John," I suddenly blurted out.

John sighed, "I know."

"You know!" I screamed pissed. "How does everyone on this bloody planet know but me?"

"Sherlock calm down. Mary found Grace a complete mess one morning and Grace broke down and told her everything, then Mary told me in complete confidence I couldn't tell you."

"Why wouldn't Grace tell me?" I asked looking over at her.

"How much do you know?" John asked and I took a step back.

"I know that Grace was in love with Moriarty, what more is there to know?"

John sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why didn't she tell me?" I asked again.

"She is terrified Sherlock!" John snapped.

"What?" I gasped.

"She was afraid if she told you, you would hate her? She thought that you would never want to see her again."

"I'm upset that she didn't tell me but I could never hate her. She shad to have known that."

"We told her that Sherlock but what Grace went through with Moriarty," John stopped a look of disgust and sorrow on his face as tears started to form in his eyes. "Is unimaginable, and now she feels as though she is unlovable."

I felt so guilty for being mad at Grace.

"She will tell you when she is ready Sherlock," John sighed. "Just keep a close eye on her. Now that you know part of it, she's going to think she's not wanted no matter what you say."

"How do I convince her otherwise?" I asked.

"I don't know Sherlock, I really don't."

"I need to speak to you," Mycroft said coming back into the room.

"Alright?" I said a little confused. Mycroft had an almost panic in his voice.

"Alone," He insisted but I stood my ground. I was not leaving Grace's side. "Sherlock," Mycroft said again.

"I will leave," John sighed as he began to walk out, "Oh and Sherlock the next time out plan to take my sister out of the country, tell me before I have a heart attack out!" Then he left leaving me and Mycroft alone.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry." Mycroft said. I was shocked, Mycroft was apologizing and it sounded sincere, that's what made me worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"If I had known it was Moran I would have never let you go into that house."

"What do you know," I insisted.

"We know what Moran wanted. They were plans to take down all of Britain's economy within a matter of hours."

"Mycroft, tell me you haven't had what Moran wanted this entire time." I growled.

"We stole it form Moriarty's first home years ago."

"Why didn't you tell me!" I screamed.

"It wasn't your concern at the time!"

"Well it clearly is now, look at what happened?" I said pointing to my arm.

"It's a through and through, don't be so dramatic," Mycroft sighed. "You'll be better in a month or so,"

"Look at Grace!" I screamed pointing at her, "She could have died!"

"Sherlock," A small voice said and I turned to see Grace awake and her eyes were wide.

"Gracie," I said rushing to her side.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"I'm fine, how are you…" I started.

"Don't ask how I am, how are you?" She snapped.

"It's a though and through, I think I'll live." I smiled as I grabbed her hand.

"Mycroft, thank you for…" Suddenly Grace froze as her head darted to the side looking at the floor. "Sherlock, take me home," she suddenly said she reached her arms out for me to pick her up.

"Grace, I don't think I can," I said but I proceeded to unhook her from all the machines.

"Sherlock, she can't leave," Mycroft insisted.

"Sherlock, please." She begged and I could see how scared she was.

"Well, we can't leave her like this." I said as I flew the covers off. She was in a sports bra and her spandex. Her side was bandaged up. I took a step back. "What the hell happened?" I thought.

"Sherlock," She said tears streaming down her face.

"Gracie, I'm sorry, but you have to stay until your better." I said.

"No, no." She cried then she started screaming.

"Grace!" John screamed as he burst into the room followed by multiple doctors who shoved me out of the way.

They all went over to Grace as they held her down on the bed sticking a needle in her neck.

"Stop it!" I screamed as I went after them, but John grabbed me yanking me out of the room.

"Sherlock calm down, it's just a sedative, it's just going to put Grace to sleep."

"Don't say it like that!" I snapped thinking of Redbeard as the doctors left. "Have they done this before?"

"It's happened twice since we got to the hospital two days ago." John sighed his voice cracking.

"What's wrong with Grace? She knows she's safe, that I'm never going to let anyone hurt her."

"Grace has severe PTSD, the last time I saw a case this bad was in war."

"What can I do, how do I make it better? How do I make her better? Because right now, she isn't ok." I said staring through the window at her.

"Maybe I was wrong, maybe she might need some space from you and all of this."

"No she needs to stay at the flat, I can't let her out of my sight." I insisted as I watched Grace sleep, a worried expression still on her face.

"Sherlock, I know you love Grace, and I know that you want to spend time with her now that she's back, but she needs time to get better."

"That's not the problem, she's changed, John. She terrified all the time yes, but when Sam tried to take her, she was someone I didn't recognize. She was torturing him for information, something I didn't think she was capable of. Grace has become dangerous, Moriarty controls her mind and as long as he is in there, she is not only a danger to people around her, but also to herself."

John sighed rubbing the back of his neck. "We… we don't need to worry about this now, right now we need to get both of you better. Now go back to your room." John shoved me.

I opened my mouth to object but Mycroft quickly grabbed me by my good arm and took me back to my room.

"Where is Moran now?" I asked

"He's being held somewhere so we can question him."

"I don't like that, he should have a bullet through his skull." I growled, anyone who hurt Grace should be dead.

"Sherlock, he still has information we could use." Mycroft sighed, "Now rest before I forcibly make you."

I did as he said, though under my breath I said, "I would like to see you try."

We stayed in the hospital two days before the doctors finally cleared Grace and me so we were able to go home. The day I went to go get Grace, I walked into her room and she looked at me with such a sadness in her eyes, I knew she still believed that I hated her.

"Grace." I said but she avoided eye contact. She looked so sick. Her skin was pale and she was so skinny her collarbone looked as though it was sticking out of her chest and I couldn't even look at her ribs. The bruises couldn't hide how I could see the outline of them all. She also had dark circles under her eyes to which were also bloodshot. "We can go home."

"Home, she nodded as she threw her covers off and tried to throw her legs over the side of the bed.

"No, no," I said rushing to her side. She was far too weak to walk let alone stand. As she stood up I watched as her legs buckled out from under her.

I threw my bad arm around her supporting her weight wincing as pain surged through my body.

"You need to wait until John comes." I gasped trying not to scream.

"Oh God Sherlock, I'm sorry." Grace gaped pushing me away so she fell to the floor. She just stared down at her feet her hands shaking.

"Grace, it's ok, really I could never be mad at you, for anything." I said as I sat down next to her.

She was humming the song I wrote for her as she continued to stare at her feet. "You're lying," She said under her breath.

"What happened?" John asked as he came into the room but I quickly shook my head.

When we finally got back to the flat, we faced a totally new problem, stairs.

Grace was still too weak to walk by herself and I couldn't carry her up the stairs due to my arm which wasn't going to be ok for lifting any weight for 2 weeks.

"I'll take you up to your room to get settled." John said as he helped her up the stairs with me behind him.

"No, she can stay in my room." I said.

"No," Grace responded.

"This isn't up for discussion Grace. If me sleeping with you makes you uncomfortable I will sleep on the couch." I sighed as we reached the living room John setting Grace on the couch.

"I'll leave you two to discuss it, I'll be right downstairs with Mrs. Hudson." Then he left.

"I'm not going to kick you out of your room Sherlock!" Grace sighed as soon as John was gone.

"Then, I guess you are just going to have to learn how to share the bed." I smiled but Grace just stayed staring at the ground.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.

"Because Grace," I said keeling down so she was forced to look at me. "No matter what happens, I love you. Whatever happened with Moriarty is in the past, I just care about our future together. I am hopelessly in love with Grace Watson."

Grace had tears streaming down her face. "You don't even know it all," She cried.

"And you will tell me when you're ready and my feelings aren't going to change. Slowly I kissed her forehead. "I'm going to help you get better."

"What if I never get better?"

"That isn't possible."

"Sherlock," she sighed.

"If you and John helped me not go be a soulless machine I can help you." I soothed.

She slowly leaned her forehead on mine. I breathed in her scent wishing for nothing but for this moment to never end. But it had to end, it always has to end.

"Alright," John sighed as he came back into the room. "Do you guys thinks you'll be ok?" John asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I started but John gestured for me to come out into the hall.

"Sherlock, things are going to be bad for a while, are you ready to deal with that?" John asked as we went into the hallway.

"John, I can take care of her, we will be fine."

"If you need anything Mary and I are just a phone call away." John insisted.

"John, seriously go." I said and he nodded as he left.

Slowly I took a deep breath before heading out to Grace who I found in the kitchen grabbing an almost empty bottle of scotch from the fridge. "Grace, you can't have that not with your medication." I sighed as I made my way towards her.

"Just one glass please," She begged and she turned to look at me, I could see her hands shaking.

I hurried my way over to her as I watched her knees buckle. With my bad arm, I grabbed the bottle and with the good arm I grabbed Grace.

"Let's get you to sit down," I said as I set the bottle on the table helping her back over to the couch. "Do want something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." She sighed.

"Grace," I sighed placing my hand on her cheek gently not to scare her. Instead of flinching away like I had thought she would, instead she leaned her head into my hand.

"I love you," She sighed.

Suddenly someone burst through the door slamming me into the ground.

"Sherlock…" Grace screamed but she too was slammed down.

"Grace Watson, you are under arrest," A voice laughed and I recognized it as Anderson.

"Where is Lestrade!" I screamed as someone grabbed my bad arm and ripped it backwards handcuffing me as they pulled me to my knees.

"Well, you see Sherlock," Anderson smiled as he handcuffed Grace and had her kneel next to me. "I don't work for Lestrade anymore, or for the police either." He came over towards me and pressed his finger into my shoulder causing me to scream.

"Stop it," Grace screamed. "He didn't do anything."

"I've been instructed to bring you both in." Anderson laughed as he snapped his fingers. "Take them to the car." Someone grabbed me while Anderson grabbed Grace and dragged us outside where a black sedan was waiting.

"Help!" Grace screamed but Anderson quickly put his hand over her mouth however Grace responded by biting his hand.

Anderson flinched back as he slapped Grace across the face. "Bitch!" He screamed.

We were quickly loaded in, me first and then Grace was thrown in next to me.

"Are you ok?' I asked and she nodded as the car sped off sending us flying into the door.

"If you aren't with the police, then where are you taking us?" Grace asked.

"Gracie did you really think you were free, he's not done with you yet." Anderson laughed and I felt Grace tense up next to me.

"Your lying!" I snapped. "Moriarty is dead, Mycroft killed him." Quickly I turned to look at Grace who was frozen in fear. She wasn't even breathing. "Grace breathe, he's lying come on you know he is, you saw Mycroft kill Moriarty. Anderson is…" I was abruptly cut off by something slamming into the car sending me and Grace flying into the side door.

I closed my eyes in pain as Grace had slammed into my bad shoulder. When I opened them I found that the driver and Anderson were gone.

"Sherlock," Grace squeaked as she was breathing heavily.

The door quickly opened from behind me and I about fell out but someone caught me pushing me up.

"Are you guys ok?" A voice asked and I turned to see it was Lestrade. I had never been more grateful to see him. He quickly unlocked our handcuffs and helped us out of the car.

"Thank you." Grace gasped as she flung herself into Lestrade arms kissing him on the cheek. A ping of jealousy hit me but it was quickly gone as Grace came over to me kissing me.

"Are you ok?" I asked her and she nodded as she placed her forehead against mine.

"Let's get you two home." Lestrade said and I quickly placed my arm around Grace's waist as we walked to Lestrade's car.

"How did you find us?' Grace asked as we pilled in the car. She was gripping my hand hard.

"John saw you guys get taken by Anderson and he thought Anderson was still a part of the police force still so he called me." Lestrade said.

"What happened to Anderson?" I asked as Grace leaned her head on my shoulder.

"After Grace died, and you stopped going on cases Anderson just stopped coming to work, and then there were rumors that he had lost his house." Lestrade said. "Did he tell you anything?"

"He said he was delivering us to someone," I said as I rubbed Grace's back.

"He said he was delivering us to Moriarty." Grace said voice cracking.

"But that isn't possible right," Lestrade asked. "Moriarty is dead, you said Mycroft killed him."

"He is dead," I snapped. "Anderson is just insane."

I turned to rest my chin on Graces head as I looked out the window no longer speaking to Lestrade.

The whole ride home Grace never once let go of my hand. As we pulled onto the street I could see that our doorstep was covered in reporters causing me to sigh in annoyance.

"I'll try to get rid of them." Lestrade responded.

"No, it's fine." Grace said and I looked at her shocked. "Everyone already knows I'm alive so there isn't any point in hiding it anymore. They won't leave us alone anyway." She sighed.

"Alright, but if they upset you at all, we are done ok." I responded.

"Well, I'll just clear them out after you're done." Lestrade said.

"Thank you for everything," Grace smiled. "Don't tell John about Moriarty, just tell him that Anderson still thinks he's part of the police force ok, I don't want him to worry."

Lestrade nodded and then Grace and I slowly got out of the car and were blinded by the flashing lights of cameras.

As we walked past them all Grace grabbed my good arm and pulled it around her waist steading herself. We walked up the stairs and turned around to face the vultures.

"Grace, how are you alive!" Someone screamed.

"That's a long story." Grace laughed, a fake smile on her face.

"Now that she's back, Sherlock, will you be helping solve cases again?"

I opened my mouth to speak but Grace quickly answered.

"We have a few things to work out but yes, Sherlock will definitely be taking cases again." She said.

"Now that you are back Grace, do you see a future with you and Sherlock together?" That was when I saw Grace's face fall.

"That's enough questions for today!" I yelled as I rushed Grace back inside. "Are you ok?"

"I just want to go to bed." She sighed and I slowly helped her up to my room and got her into bed.

"I'll just be on the couch if you need anything." I sighed.

"Sherlock," Grace squeaked. "Could you stay in here with me please?" She said as she moved the covers next to her.

"Of course," I smiled slowly kicking off my shoes as I crawled into the bed next to her.

"I love you," She said as she placed her head on my chest.

"And I love you Grace, always." I smiled as I nuzzled my chin on her head and used my good arm to hold her.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of Grace screaming.

"No, please!" Grace screamed and she was thrashing around.

"Grace, its ok it's just a dream." I shook her awake her eyes filling with tears as she looked at me.

"I'm sorry," Grace cried into my chest.

"You safe, but you need to get some sleep." She nodded as she curled closer to me like a frightened child during a storm.

That was the way life was for about a month every night Grace would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and every morning I would find the bed empty and Grace in the bathroom getting sick.

During the day Grace insisted I go and solve cases. I hated it, I would have much rather spent time with Grace than go on a case. When I would come home from a case I would find Grace in our room laying on the bed.

The worry had started to kick in when one day I came home to find an empty bottle of vodka in the sink to which I knew was full the day before. I did the sensible thing and threw all the bottles in the fridge away. However I left the ones in the high cupboard alone for some stupid reason. I believed it had worked because there was no more bottle in the sink. That all changed that night. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of something breaking. I ran out into the kitchen to find Grace drinking a whole bottle of scotch while she sat on the floor surrounded by broken glass as she must have dropped a bottle.

"Grace," I gasped. I never thought it was this bad. I cursed myself for not realizing sooner.

She turned to look at me tears in her eyes. "I think I need help Sherlock," She cried.

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