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SH fanfic ch. 6. The Longest Hour (Saving Grace)
It was black as pitch in the room, and I could feel my body temperature falling. My legs weren't bound, so I could walk around, but I ran into several crates trying. I felt that it was slightly warmer by the door, so I stood there moving around as best I could. But I still wasn't warm enough.
I became so cold that I couldn't move my legs. I sat down next to the door, breathing into my hands and trying to keep them warm. This was going to be the death of me, I finally realized.
Again Sherlock was brought to my mind. It seemed so unlogical at first. I barely even knew the man, and yet my final concious thoughts directed my mind to him. The little things, like his unkempt hair, his mismatched clothing, and his gorgeous brown eyes.
"Wait, did I just think about his eyes, being, 'gorgeous'?" I wispered shakily to myself, wondering at the words that my mind was conjuring up. I had never felt this way before. But how was it that I felt?
Earlier, when we had been walking to the meeting of our
SH fanfic ch. 5. You're Not Coming With
"Now that we know what we're protecting, it will be easier to protect it." Sherlock said, looking at me with a strange expression. After a pause, he continued, "You'll stay here tonight, Grace, where it's safe. Watson and I will lay in wait for your would-be kidnappers."
I began to get deeply irritated. "Why can I not come with you?" I said, my voice quickly becoming angry, my tone heated. "I am more than capable of taking care of myself."
"But you didn't today." Sherlock said calmly, "And the worry about your presense, and thus your welfare, would distract me. And Watson as well." he quickly added, seeming to catch a fault in his speech.
"But do I really have to stay here?" I groaned. "When will you be coming back?"
"Tomorrow morning, unless we catch the assailants sooner." Sherlock answered, "We'll have the Yard with us as well."
I sighed, glancing at a shadow moving in the window. "Alright. I'll stay here willingly. But if anything happens to either of you," I said, looking and dire
SH fanfic ch. 4. A Failure to Obeserve
As we neared our destination, Holmes turned and directed us down an alleyway. Gesturing for us to be quiet, Sherlock pointed at a window whose curtains showed light and shadowy figures behind them.
We all crouched below the window, ears placed firmly against the wall, straining to hear what was being talked about. As I started listening, I could hear my father's old friend speak.
"-go and get her, snatch her from the house in the dead of night. If this third clue never leaves her sight, she's got it on her somewhere all of the time." I gulped. Maloney knew more than I had hoped.
"What if she won't talk?" another voice said, "What if she don't know what the clue is?"
"Oh, she does." Maloney said, "If she refuses to tell us, well, let's just say I'll have found a good use for that meat freezer in my butchery, eh?"
Three voices chuckled, and as they enjoyed themselves, I could feel the color drain from my face. So this was it. I didn't have a way out. I felt a reassuring hand on my should
SH fanfic ch. 3. A First Shot
The cab ride back to my estate seemed to drag on forever. I was actually going to take on a case with Sherlock Holmes!! I could barely believe it. I already felt immensely more confident in the chances of solving the case. Holmes was such a brilliant man, I doubted that anyone could outsmart him.
My thoughts of Holmes were interrupted by the cab finally arriving at my estate. Watson assisted me in exiting the cab, and I led him into my home. He waited in the parlor while I climbed upstairs to my bedroom.
Once inside my room, I hastily set about removing my dress. When I had taken it off, I felt as if I were floating for how heavy it had been on me. I put on my white shirt, and black pants with my braces, and a grey vest on the top. Lacing my tall black riding boots took the longest time, and when I had finished that, I went to my vanity.
Cleaning the makeup off of my scars with the water from the pitcher, one of them began bleeding again. Pulling out the pins that held my hair up, I sh
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