“Gracie?” I called as I reached my door. I still couldn’t stop questioning why Sherlock sent me to go apologize. He was hiding something, but I had bigger things to worry about.
“Go away John!” She yelled the stubbornness in her voice was almost comforting compared to the fear she had just minutes before.
“Please Gracie I want to apologize.” I begged as I placed my hand on the wooden door.
“For being an arse,” she sneered and I smiled I had missed my sister dearly.
“Yes I want to apologize for being an arse.” I heard her laugh. The door opened slowly and I saw Grace’s bruised face tears staining her face.
“Oh Gracie,” I said as I walked into the room and gently placed my hand on her bruised cheek. “I promise you Sherlock and I will catch the guy who did this to you.”
“John, Moriarty knows who I am, there is no safer place for me than here.” She said. Grace was smart, and I knew she was right, but I didn’t know how Sherlock and Grace would react to one another.
“I know,” I sighed knowing that Graces mind had been made up and there was no way I could convince her otherwise. She was too God damn stubborn for that.
“Then why can’t I help you?” Grace asked as she looked at me a pleading look in her eyes.
“Gracie I see the most horrible things and both Sherlock and my lives are in danger every day, I can’t risk losing you.” I explained. “I want you to live a semi normal life, and this,” I gestured around the room then back at her. “Is definitely not normal.”
“John, I think we both know that I am far past normal.” She smiled slightly. “You need to realize I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to watch out for me anymore.”
“I know, but you’re my little sister, I have to watch out for you. It’s my job.” I said kissing her forehead.
“I think Sherlock needs more looking after than I do,” She laughed which reminded me of how truly awful Sherlock was around other people.
“Speaking of Sherlock if you’re going to stay and help us, you have to promise me that you won’t let anything Sherlock says affect you.” I said. “He means well, really, it just doesn’t always come out right.”
“Alright,” she said smiling.
I pulled her in for a hug again as I said, “Let’s get some ice for those bruises.” We started towards the stairs when we heard Sherlock yell.
“John!” Quickly Grace and I headed down the stairs to find Sherlock in his coat putting on his scarf. “Lestrade called; apparently Grace isn’t the only one who has been attacked by Moriarty.” He said. “John are you coming?” I nodded. “And Grace?” He stared at her as he cocked his head to the side again a slight smile on his face.
“I would, but I can’t go out looking like this,” She said and I was relieved. Grace did not need to be going anywhere that Moriarty had been.
“Wait right here,” Sherlock said and he disappeared into his room. Within seconds, he was back out carrying one of his coats with him. “Here, it might be a little big,” He said handing it to Grace. I stood shocked. Sherlock was giving one of his coats, one of the only things he held dear to him, to Grace, someone who had barely met but a few moments before. I felt as though I was looking at a completely different person. My shock quickly faded as I realized this would solve Grace’s problem allowing her to come with us.
“Well, wait, what about the bruises, she’s going to get a lot of question about those.” I said hoping that it would get her to stay.
“Mrs. Hudson has some makeup; she could use it if she really wants to go.” Sherlock said his eyes never leaving Grace.
“Stop looking at her like that!” I wanted to scream but I just held it in.
Grace opened her mouth but I stopped her. “She is way too weak to go to a crime scene.” Now my mind was made up, Grace was staying at the house, I needed to know what the hell Sherlock was up to.
“John, I’m fine really, I want to go, it’s exciting.” I looked at her in shock, she sounded like Sherlock. “I’ll go see Mrs. Hudson about that makeup.”
I wanted to object but now I knew I was outnumbered two to one. Grace was coming with us, no matter what I said.
“Alright, she’s just downstairs, we will be waiting outside,” Sherlock smiled.
We followed Grace down to Mrs. Hudson’s door. “Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock yelled, which caused Grace to giggle in a flirtatious sort of way. That really set me on edge. There was no way I was going to let my sister fall for Sherlock Holmes.
“Sherlock, I do have a doorbell.” Mrs. Hudson sighed in annoyance as she opened the door. “Oh hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” Her face quickly softened as she saw Grace
“Oh I’m fine, but we are going to a crime scene so…” Grace started when Mrs. Hudson suddenly turned her attention to Sherlock in anger.
“Sherlock! The poor girl has been beaten and you are taking her to a crime scene! It’s alright dearie, you can stay here with me.”
“No, no, Mrs. Hudson, I want to go, I find them exciting.” Grace quickly said.
“Really? Wow, you sound just like Sherlock.” Mrs. Hudson smiled looking at Sherlock, who went outside. Then she looked at me, and I could see the look in her eyes. I shook my head but her smile just grew wider.
“Anyway, I need to borrow some makeup to cover these bruises.” Grace said but she wasn’t looking at Mrs. Hudson, she had watched Sherlock leave and she was still staring at the door.
“Oh yes, come on in dearie.” Mrs. Hudson replied, giving me one final smile before she led Grace into her flat. Quickly I headed out to Sherlock trying to get to find out what exactly he was up to.
“You are being uncharacteristically patient.” I said when I found him leaning on a cab he must have got. I did my best to hide my suspicious but I knew Sherlock had already seen it.
“I’m just trying to be nice to your sister, that’s all.” He said not looking at me.
“You be nice,” I laughed. “You never try to be nice to anyone, Sherlock, and why are you letting her come along?”
“John, are you suggesting, we leave your sister at home.” He retorted in a tone that made me want to deck him in the face.
“But you didn’t tell her to come, you asked her to come you gave her a choice, and when she said she couldn’t come because of her clothes, you gave her your coat. You never give anyone your coat.” I said but Sherlock didn’t respond. “Sherlock?”
“John.” He snapped finally looking at me an annoyed look on his face.
“Sherlock, what are you up to?” I asked.
“Alright, you told me she was like me; I want to see for myself.” He sighed.
“You are testing my sister to see if she is good enough!” I yelled now I really wanted to punch him. He was doing the same thing he did to poor Molly, he was using Grace’s feelings to his own advantage.
“John don’t overreact.” Sherlock rolled his eyes.
“Overreact! How am I supposed to react when the great Sherlock Holmes is…” I started when Grace came out.
“The great Sherlock Holmes is what John?” She asked her eyes locked on Sherlock
“It’s nothing, John is just jealous that I gave you my coat.” Sherlock smiled opening the door to the cab.
“For once John is jealous of something that I did.” Grace smiled as she got in the cab. Her words stung a bit, did Grace really think I was never proud of her.
“John,” Sherlock said gesturing for me to get in.
I looked to see that Grace had taken my usual spot, so I slowly slid in next to her making sure her and Sherlock were not sitting together. Sherlock got in and we headed out.