When we reached the warehouse, I quickly paid the cabbie, which I specifically put the exact amount of change I would need in my coat pocket before we left the flat, and then helped Grace out of the cab. “Ready?” I asked.
“Yep.” She said grabbing my hand and pulling me forward.
“We’re going to need a plan to get in because they only let me onto a crime scene for about five minutes at a time, and that’s only if Lestrade is with me, so give me a second.” I sighed as I ran scenarios in my head trying to find which would work best but thoughts of Grace kept distracting me, it was becoming a real problem that I knew I was going to have to deal with.
“I am starting to doubt that the great Sherlock Holmes is as great as he thinks he is.” She smiled. “I have broken into a few crime scenes in my day. Just stick with me and you’ll be fine.”
“I said give me a second.” I grumbled.
“Just go ask to get in and leave the rest to me.” She smiled her face lighting up as she pushed me in the direction of the building.
I did not argue, I just did what she said. Usually I would have never listened to someone else; I would have done what I wanted. However, there was something different about Grace. I just felt different when I was around her. She made me want to be nice, and made me want to care. Every time I saw her, I got nervous, and I never get nervous. I thought I was losing my mind with the way I was acting.
“What are you doing here?” The officer asked he wasn’t at the warehouse yesterday which was good because he wouldn’t recognize Grace, which me however he knew right away.
“I’m here to look around.” I said and I realized I couldn’t see Grace anywhere.
“You already did that, so why don’t you just get…” the officer snapped.
“Officer!” I heard someone yell. I turned to see Grace coming running towards me tears streaming down her face. “Officer there is this man chasing me and he’s got a gun! He in that ally.” She sobbed as she clung to the officer almost pulling him to the ground. I stared at her eyes wide. She was fantastic.
“I can’t leave my post, especially with Sherlock around…” The man started when Grace let out a giant scream.
“Please,” She screamed. “I’m afraid for my life.”
“Alright you stay here with Sherlock; I’ll go and see about his man.” The officer sighed as he quickly called for backup. “There will be someone here in a few minutes so don’t even think about going in.” He said to me before he took off.
“I’ll just take her home!” I yelled trying to hold in a laugh as I pulled Grace into the warehouse.
“How was that,” She said wiping the tears away.
“That was fantastic!” I laughed as I grabbed her hand.
She laughed too as we walked down the long hallway hand in hand. We turned into the large room; it looked empty without a body hanging in the middle.
“What are we looking for again?” She asked.
“Anything at all, just look for something that seem useful.” I responded.
“Alright,” She let go of my hand and looked around.
I walked over to the post where the “S” was carved into. That’s when I noticed that there were things carved into some of the other beams. Quickly I walked over to where the body was hung. The handcuffs were still attached to the beam. I grabbed them and hoisted myself up so that my face was level with what the body’s would have been. What I saw shocked me. Carved into each of the beams was a different letter and from this angle, they spelled out “She’s Gone.” I dropped down looking for Grace but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Grace!” I called but got no response. Moriarty knew that I would come back, he knew that I would look from the victim's point of view, and he knew that I would bring Grace. He was a step ahead of me. “Grace!” I yelled and this time someone responded.
“Sherlock!” I heard Grace terror in her voice.
“Run, Sherlock, run, and find the other Watson!” Moriarty’s voice laughed as it echoed through the building.
I took off running, chasing down hallways, not having any clue as to where I was going. The only time I had ever been that panicked was when Moriarty strapped that bomb onto John’s chest.
“She’s just dying to see you!” Moriarty’s laughter filled my head.
Suddenly a gunshot rang through the silent halls causing me to skid to a stop eyes wide with terror.
“No!” I screamed he couldn’t have killed her, Grace could not be dead.
“Sherlock!” I heard her voice, her wonderful beautiful voice. I sighed as I turned to see a closed door.
“Grace!” I yelled opening the door. When I opened the door, something rammed into me. I looked down to find Grace, her arms wrapped around my waist and her head leaning on my chest. “Are you alright?” I asked awkwardly, unsure of how to comfort her. Thinking about what I had seen others do, I slowly wrapped my arms around her.
“I am; he’s not.” She said pointing back into the room. On the floor was a man a bullet hole in his head. “He’s dead, I killed him!” She screamed and I unconsciously held her tighter.
“What happened?” I asked rubbing circles on her back desperately trying to calm her down. My mind was screaming at me once again, but I quickly shut out my thoughts worrying only about Grace.
“There, there were arrows carved into some wood. I followed them thinking they might lead to something important, it was stupid I know but I thought it could help. However, I walked into this room and the door shut behind me. I turned and there was this huge man. He hit me with the butt of his gun then…”
“Wait, where did he hit you?” I asked seriously.
She moved her hair and I saw a giant gash. It was at least two inches wide and an inch deep.
“We will need to have John look at that.” I said pulling her close to me again, John was going to kill me for letting her get hurt.
“Anyway, when he hit me, I passed out. I woke up when I heard you calling my name. I tried to respond but he hit me. That’s when I realized he was the man Moriarty ordered to beat me. When you called again, I yelled and he came after me. I tried to dodge him but he was too fast, he knocked me to the ground and held a gun up to my face. I fought him and pushed the gun in his face that’s when it fired.” She said her breathing raspy.
I ran my fingers through her hair, grateful that the bullet was in his head and not hers.
“I didn’t mean to kill him Sherlock, I really didn’t.” She cried.
“Shh, you were defending yourself. There was nothing else you could have done. Besides, if he were alive, I would have killed him for hurting you.” I smiled.
She laughed but it was a sad laughed. I quickly wiped her tears away before I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Sherlock,” she whispered.
“Stop it Sherlock!” My mind screamed but I was already too invested.
I leaned in and kissed every bruise on her face.
“Better,” I whispered holding her close. I leaned in once more, this time to kiss her lips, when a voice from behind us interrupted us.
“Hey!” It yelled and I quickly put a protective arm over Grace. I turned to see the officer running towards us. “Sherlock I told you not to come in here,” He sighed. “And you,” he pointed to Grace, “Are arrested on the charges of lying to a police officer.
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” I said placing her behind me.
The officer pulled out his gun and came closer. He looked into the room and his face went white with what he saw. “Oh God,” he said then he grabbed his walkie-talkie. “I need backup.”
“That’s not going to be necessary,” I smiled turning back to Grace.
“Sherlock,” She shrieked and the next thing I knew I was face first on the ground.
The officer, after handcuffing both Grace and me, loaded us into his police car. However, we didn’t leave for a while we just sat there.
“Are we going to leave any time soon?” I sighed, the longer I was stuck in the car, the longer Moriarty had to get even farther ahead of me.
“Someone wanted to see you before we take you and your little girlfriend down to the station.” The officer sneered.
“Who would want to see…?” I started but I stopped when I saw who got into the car. “Oh, Anderson, I should have guessed.”
“So, the psychopath has finally cracked?” Anderson smiled.
“I am a high functioning sociopath not a psychopath, we have discussed this.” I said annoyed.
“Well considering you killed a man…” Anderson sneered.
“He didn’t kill him I did!” Grace yelled angrily as she defended me.
“Grace,” I said shaking my head she did not need to be getting into any more trouble than she already was.
“Who is she?” Anderson asked the officer glaring at Grace with his beady little eyes.
“She was with him, I just assumed she was his girlfriend, they were…” The officer started.
“The freak doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Anderson said. “If anything he probably found her on the corner.” He laughed and I growled, causing him to give me a strange look. “No you can let her go, I just want to bring Sherlock in.” I hated what Anderson said about Grace, but I was grateful he let her go.
The officer slowly got out of the car and walked over to the door by Grace. He quickly unlocked the handcuffs and got back in the driver’s seat.
“You can go we have to take this freak to the station.” Suddenly Grace decked Anderson and I heard his nose crack. “Owww!” He whined said grabbing his nose. “Well don’t just sit there, arrest her.
After the officer handcuffed Grace, again, we finally headed off to the station.
“John is going to be so mad.” She sighed as she stared at the floor.
“I don’t know he might be proud.” I smiled.
“Proud? What makes you think he will be proud?” She asked shocked.
“He hates Anderson.” I smiled which made her smile. “How does your hand feel?”
“It hurts really badly, but it was worth it.” She smiled.
“Why did you punch him anyway, not that he doesn’t always deserve to be punched in the face, but you didn’t know him?” I asked.
“I…” She started as she began to lean towards me.
“Alright, enough talking.” The officer said stopping the car. “Let's go,” he said grabbing Grace’s arm.
“I can walk, thank you very much.” I said when he reached for my arm.
“What in the hell is going on?” Lestrade asked coming outside followed by John. Both looked very worried as their eyes darted between Grace and me.
“Sherlock?” John asked, and I could hear the annoyance in his voice. “Grace?”
“These two broke into the warehouse crime scene and…” The officer started as he roughly grabbed my arm.
“No, no they are fine,” Lestrade sighed as he gave me a look like, “I can’t let you go anywhere.”
“And they murdered a man.” The officer quickly said.
“What!” Both Lestrade and John yelled.
I sighed as I thought. “I am never going to hear the end of this.”
We were quickly rushed into two separate rooms, I was interrogated by Dimmock to whom I had worked with before, and who absolutely worshiped the ground I walked on, so I told him the whole story and I was let off with a warning, as usual. However, when I got let out, and back into the room where John was waiting, I found that Lestrade was still interrogating Grace. Quickly I walked to the window as John began to yell at me.
“Sherlock!” He yelled and then he took a deep breath trying to find the right words.
“John, calm down,” I sighed rolling my eyes. John was being way too dramatic.
“Calm down,” He laughed, but I could see the rage in his eyes. “Calm down! My sister murdered someone!”
“It wasn’t murder it was self-defense.” I snapped as I was starting to get annoyed.
“How could you let her out of your sight?” John screamed at me with such disappointment in his voice.
“I know John!” I screamed back by now I had changed from annoyed to plain furious. Did John not understand how disappointed I was in myself for being so stupid?
“I knew it was a bad idea having her go with you. You promised you would…” John sighed his hands had curled into fist as if he was just waiting for the right opportunity to deck me, to which I undoubtedly deserved.
“I know John!” I screamed not being able to hold in my rage any longer. “I know it’s all my fault, you can blame me for the rest of my life, but you will never know what I felt when I heard that gunshot. But I promise you, I will never let her out of my sight again!” I yelled and I saw John just stare at me. His eyes were filled with confusion but also amazement. I didn’t know why I had said what I did. It just sort of came out. Quickly I turned to look out the window. My heart was still racing as fast as it had when I heard the gunshot. My hands still shook and my palms were sweaty.
“Sherlock?” Lestrade said coming into the room.
“How is she?” Both John and I asked. As soon as I said it, I got strange looks from both Lestrade and John.
“She told us what happened, and she isn’t getting arrested though she is getting a warning for punching Anderson.”
John and I snickered when he said this. I turned my head slightly and down the hall I could see Anderson still holding his bloody nose as he whined to Sally. After a moment they both turned and glared at me and I went back to looking at Lestrade. I didn’t understand why Grace had punched Anderson.
“It’s not funny,” Lestrade said breaking my concentration. I could see that his face was more amused than annoyed, and he was trying to hold back a laugh. “Anyway, John, I think you should examine her, she’s pretty shaken up.” John quickly nodded as he left me alone with Lestrade. “What is going on with you?” Lestrade asked.
“Nothing,” I said turning back towards the window, although every fiber of my being wanted to go to Grace.
“Maybe John doesn’t see it but I do.” Lestrade said and I just knew he had a stupid smile plastered across his face.
“See what?” I asked refusing to look at him. He was wasting his time if he thought he was going to get a reaction out of me.
“I see the way you look at Grace. I’ve never seen you look at anyone like you do her.” Lestrade said.
“She’s John’s sister,” I stated flatly.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings for her.” He replied.
“Ha, ha,” I laughed, “me have feelings, good one Lestrade,” I sighed. I didn’t know if I said this for Lestrade or for myself. Ever since I was little I had been taught that showing emotion was a weakness. I had it drilled into my head, and it wasn’t really until I met John that I finally started caring, but even then, nothing like the way I felt with Grace. However, acting on my feelings, was not something I was willing to do, at least not yet.
“What are you talking about?” John asked coming back, his arm draped around Grace’s shoulder. She looked absolutely terrified.
“Nothing,” I said looking at Grace. As she looked back at me, I could almost see a longing in her eyes. Quickly I looked down at my hands, uncomfortable with how her glance was making me feel, as I asked. “How are you doing?”
“She’s got a concussion and she’s pretty shaken up, but other than that she’s fine.” John replied before she could speak.
“Can we go home?” she said meekly in a voice I hardly recognized as hers.
“Of course.” John said helping her over to me. “Will you hold her? I have to go grab my notes.” He said walking away. I nodded as I slipped my arm around her waist supporting her weight. I could feel Lestrade staring at us, afraid he may say something, I quickly walked Grace outside.
“Are you alright?” I asked as we stood outside. The cold wind causing Grace to come closer. She stood looking up at me as I stood a good few inches taller than she did. As I looked down, I could see the tears start to well up in her eyes.
“I killed someone Sherlock; I don’t think I’ll ever be alright.” Grace said her voice cracking.
“Ok, alright being a relative term “I smiled pulling her closer doing the best I could to try and make her feel better, in the only way I knew how. Slowly I kissed the side of her head then whispered into her ear, “I’m so sorry.”
“Sherlock,” she whispered turning her head so our faces were almost touching. My mind took back over and I quickly turned back to the street and got a cab.
“Gracie, are you alright?” John asked coming out. Quickly his arm replaced mine around her waist leaving me alone. We loaded into the cab and headed home. The trip was excruciatingly long as I tried not to grab Grace’s hand. It was late by the time we reached the flat, as soon as I opened the door, I race up the stairs as John helped Grace. I did my best to catch my breath trying to calm my emotions down but they just continued to race.
“Thanks for your help,” John said as he helped Grace through the door. As soon as I saw her I froze. I wouldn’t move I just stared at her.
“What are you doing?” Grace laughed.
Her laughter finally broke me out of my trance. I turned to find John giving me a strange look.
“Does she need anything?” I asked trying to distract John.
“She just needs to sit down and not fall sleep.” John said still giving me a look like, “What the hell was that?”
“But thank your concern.” Grace smiled grabbing my hand.
“Anyway,” John said and Grace quickly let go of my hand. “I have my notes about what I found out with Lestrade.”
“Good,” I said as I sat down at the table.
“Both of the victims had financial troubles to which were somehow mysteriously solved about a month ago. A direct deposit of ten thousand dollars from someone just known as Max. However Lestrade looked into it and found that they got their money from Mad Max’s Money Maker. It gives people who need money, a loan, no questions asked, however it has an insanely high interest rate “John said.
“And if you don’t pay them back you pay the price,” I said rubbing the back of my neck, this case was more frustrating than I had anticipated.
“You think Max killed them, not Moriarty?” John asked.
“No, Moriarty definitely had something to do with this, I bet Max is one of his clients.” I said. “But I don’t understand why Moriarty would want to get his hands dirty as such a small client.”
“Do you realize what we are dealing with if he is one of Moriarty’s clients?” John sighed.
“I know, I know.” I ran my hands through my hair frustrated, “And there is no way we can beat him without playing his game.” I turned to look at Grace, who was asleep.
“Shit!” John yelled running over to her shaking her awake.
“What!” She groaned grumpily.
“You can’t fall asleep,” John said as he yawned causing Grace to yawn.
“That’s not helping,” She whined.
“I’m sorry, I got up rather early.” John said.
“Is anyone hungry?” I asked thinking of ways to distract Grace from sleep.
“Yes!” Grace yelled causing me to laugh.
“I am as well Sherlock,” John said yawning again.
“I’ll call and get some Chinese, what does everyone want.” I asked.
“My usual.” John said.
“Anything, you can order for me Sherlock,” Grace said licking her lips. Her brown eyes looked gorgeous by the lamp light. I watched as her face turned a cute shade of pink when she saw me looking at her.
“I’ll go ring them up.” I said grabbing my mobile as I headed into the kitchen. Quickly I called the restaurant. However I was distracted by the voices coming from the other room.
“Grace,” I heard John say, and I quickly turned to look at them. Neither one of them realized that I could hear what they were saying “I am sorry for the way I have been acting. I just worry about you.”
“I know and I worry about you too, but we have to learn to trust each other.” She replied.
“I know,” he said and I watched as they hugged. “Now,” He said his voice lowering to a whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” Grace whispered a slight smile on her face.
“Because I don’t want him to hear me.” John said and I stood up a little straighter as he gestured towards me.
“John?” Grace asked apprehensively.
“What is going on between you two? I know you and I do not want you to get invested in someone like him, because he’s not like other guys. He is married to his work and that’s how it’s going to stay.” John said.
“You don’t know that, John.” She said her voice almost inaudible. However I could still hear the sadness.
“You do like him don’t you.” John whispered.
“Of course I do John,” she said and I gripped the phone tighter. “He understands me. This past day I have felt the greatest I have ever felt in my entire life because here, I’m not the freak who does nothing but follow the cops around, to him I’m normal.”
To me she was more than just normal; she was beautiful and perfect in every way. She understood how I felt and she saw things the same way I did. I had never felt before what I did when I was with her.
“Hello?” I heard a voice say and I realized it was from the phone. Quickly I told them our order and then hung up, eager to get to Grace.
“What are we going to do all night?” Grace asked as she watched me walk into the room.
“We could watch something on the telly or… or Sherlock could play something for us on his violin.” John said and I glared at him but he just looked at me with a huge smile.
“You play?” Grace asked wonder in her eyes.
“Can I hear something?” She asked which took me by surprise. I wasn’t really used to people asking to hear me play. Mostly it was just my brother and John begging me to stop.
I nodded and I grabbed my violin. “What would you like to hear?” I asked and suddenly I felt very nervous. It was a strange feeling, I had never been nervous in my life, but as I stood in front of Grace, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I gripped my violin tighter as I twirled the bow in my other hand.”
“Anything.” She smiled.
I took a deep breath before I started to play, not sure what I was playing, the notes just came into my head. It was a beautiful ballad. I closed my eyes and pictured what if would be like to hold Grace in my arms and to feel her lips on mine. After I ran out of notes, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my violin from my chin.
“That was beautiful,” Grace said. “What was it called?”
“I don’t know it just sort of came to me.” I said.
She looked at me in astonishment. “You’re telling me you just made that song up.” I nodded. “What are you going to name it?”
“I’m not sure.” I truly didn’t but I knew it would eventually end up being named after something to do with Grace thought I wouldn’t dare tell her that.
“Well, it looks like John sure liked it.” She laughed looking over to the sleeping form of John.
I smiled as she slowly woke him up.
“Wha… oh Grace, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll stay up with you.” He said rubbing his eyes when suddenly the doorbell rang. “That must be our food.”
“I’ll grab it.” I said as I headed towards the door.
“Wait, do you…” John asked seriously.
I nodded pulling a gun from my coat before putting it back.
“Wait, why does he need a gun to get our food?” Grace asked.
“Let’s just say we have lost all faith in our delivery service.” I smiled as I headed downstairs. As I opened the door, the man quickly handed me the bag of food, then held out his hand waiting for payment. Quickly I handed him the money and took the food back to John and Grace. “Here, I’ll help,” Grace said as I brought the bag into the kitchen. We both reached into the bag, our hands touching. We held them there for a while, before I grabbed one of the boxes, looking at it.
“This is yours.” I said quickly handing the box to Grace. I then grabbed the other boxes and rushed back to the parlor. We quickly ate and then we just sat there looking at each other.
“What are we going to do until morning?” Grace asked as I grabbed our trash and threw it away.
“I don’t,” John yawned, “know.”
“Stop that!” Grace laughed yawning. “Wait, I have an idea,” She said grabbing John’s laptop.
“Wait it has a pass…” He started as Grace logged in. “How did you do that?” I always questioned why John kept his password on his computer. It didn’t matter how many times he changed it, I quickly deciphered it. There was that one day when he made me incredibly anger after I logged into his computer and the clue was the earth rotates around what. In response to that I changed his password and the clue was how many types of tobacco ash I analyzed. It was a month before he final got back into his laptop.
“John, I am your sister, I think I can guess what your computer password is.” She said putting on some music. Quickly she grabbed John’s hand and I watched as they danced to an upbeat song. They were both laughing as John twirled Grace around. Her dazzling white smile made me smile as well.
Suddenly, I held my breath as Grace twirled right into my arms and the song turned to a slow love song.
“May I have this dance, Mr. Holmes?” Grace whispered.
“I don’t think Sherlock knows how to dance Gracie.” John smiled. I glared over Grace’s shoulder at John, who put his hands up in surrender before he slowly closed his eyes listening to the music. I then turned back to Grace as I stared into her eyes as I slowly placed my arm around her waist, my hand at the small of her back pulling her close. With my other hand, I grabbed her hand. We twirled around the room our eyes never leaving the others. We waltzed together still staring into each other’s eyes as the song kept changing, but neither one of us cared, we were both content being in each other’s arms.
“Sherlock, I’m so glad I’m here.” Grace said putting her arms around my neck and leaned her head on my chest. My heart beat faster as I could feel the warmth of Grace’s skin though my shirt.
“So am I,” I said letting emotion slip. Suddenly I realized that there was no music playing anymore.
“Yeah, I think the music stopped a while ago.” Grace said reading my mind.
“How long have we been dancing?” I asked trying to figure out how my mind just let me dance with Grace and not think of anything else.
“I don’t know, but I would say it’s been a while.” She said turning to look at John who was fast asleep. “Well, I guess he won’t be staying up with me all night.” She grabbed a blanket and laid it on John. “Well its 3 A.M., so, I guess I’ll just um…” She said as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“We can go into my room.” I said as I grabbed her hand and walked into my room. We both sat on the bed and talked, just talked, until morning.