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“Sherlock, what is it, what’s going on?” John asked after seeing your terrified expression and Sherlock’s anger flare.

Sherlock tossed your phone to him and his expression changed from confusion to shock.

“But he was dead! How the hell does Moriarty have your number? Never mind that, how the hell does he know you!” he exclaimed handing your phone back to Sherlock.

“When he was on trial I was hired to try and hack into his systems. I got a few death threats after I couldn’t get in and I was put into a type of temporary witness protection by Inspector Lestrade. I don’t know how he got my number, I never even met the man in person. I didn’t even go to his court hearing,” you said sitting down and trying to get control of the shaking in your hands.

The death threats that you had received had been serious and terrifying. If he was back and he had found you, you knew you had a reason to fear for your life. You watch Sherlock sit down at the counter and close his eyes for a few moments before he shot up, tossed you your phone, and promptly pulled his out and press it to his ear.

“Mycroft,” he growled, “What have you done?”

You couldn’t hear the older Holmes brother on the other end of the line, but you could hear his low voice faintly through the receiver. Sherlock’s face screwed up as his brother continued to talk.

“Did you know this was going to happen?” he stormed out of the room, but not before grabbing your hand and dragging you out into the hallway with him.

He switched his phone over to speaker so you could hear and talk to Mycroft.

“I’m assuming you’ve put me on speaker, brother?” his cool voice sighed like he was already irritated, which you didn’t doubt knowing the history between the two of them.

“Hello, Mycroft,” you said quietly, still freaking out a bit over the text you received.

“Ah, Miss.(L/N), I’m pleased to hear that you arrived in London safely,” he said coolly, though knowing him and judging by the sound of his voice he was in fact pleased that you had gotten there alive.

“Don’t attempt to make small talk, Mycroft. You knew this would happen, didn’t you,” snarled Sherlock.

He phone was in his vice-like grip and you could see his knuckles turning white. At University you had seen him angry on numerous occasions, but this wasn’t just anger, this was fear.

“Of course I knew. Why do you think I sent her to you in the first place? I know how much you care about this girl, even though you haven’t spoken to her since you left University, which is by no fault of her own might I add. As much as I have been keeping an eye on her, I knew that she would need more protecting that my people observing her from afar. She needed you,” he deadpanned.

You looked to Sherlock and noticed his grip on the phone had loosened.

“How am I supposed to protect her? I can’t always be around,” Sherlock sighed, letting go of your hand to run it through his curls.

“Yes you can. Take her on cases with you. I know for a fact that she would be useful to you given her profession. I assume that she has informed you that I have prepared to have her moved into 221C should she ever need your assistance”.

“Yes, but,” was all he got out before he was interrupted.

“ Sherlock, I am very busy at the moment. Know that Miss. (L/N) will never be alone. I am already having her monitored if that is what you are concerned about. Now really, Sherlock, I know you can figure this out. Just continue to go about your life as usual and if anything comes up I will inform you. Think of this as a way to reconnect with each other. Good night,” and with that he hung up leaving the two of you in silence and frustration.

He lead you back into the flat and you sat down on the couch while he plopped down in what you assumed was ‘his’ chair. John came in from the kitchen and handed you a cup of tea before settling in next to you.

“So what did Mycroft have to say about the whole situation?” he inquired.

“He knew everything and was expecting this to happen, of course. He sent (Y/N) to live with us to keep her protected from Moriarty,” he said coolly.

“Is that a bad thing? Her living with us, not Moriarty coming after her,” John asked looking between the two of you.

Sherlock paused for a moment, thinking over his words carefully for once, before replying.

“No, not in my opinion, though I would have preferred the situation to be different,” he said standing up and walking into the kitchen. “What I am more concerned about is the fact that he is most likely aware of our relationship with each other, which he could, and might, use to as leverage against either one of us should he ever find a need to”.

John turned to you as Sherlock walked back into the room and slunk back into his chair.

“What exactly is your relationship with Sherlock? I mean, I know he said you were friends in school, but Sherlock has never mentioned any other friends,” he asked.

“It’s, um, complicated,” you sighed rubbing the back of your neck and raising your eyes to look at Sherlock who was looking back at you, his fingers still steepled under his chin. “If you want me to I can explain it in the morning, it’s getting late and it takes a while”.

John nodded and you stood up a moved to the door.

“Where’re you going?” Sherlock asked sitting up straighter as you moved to leave.

“Mrs. Hudson said that I could stay with her for the night since I’m being moved in tomorrow,” you explained.

“Nonsense, you’ll be sleeping in my bed. It’ll be safer for you to be as close to us as possible,” he said shaking his head and standing up to show you to his room.

“Are you sure?” you asked, but the look he gave you made you hold your hands up in surrender as he led you on.

John sat back and waited for Sherlock to come back out so he could ask what was really going on.

“Alright, I know I’m going to sound like a parent here, but who is she to you?” he asked. “Sherlock, you don’t have friends, as far as you’ve let me know. I’m not saying I have anything against her, not at all, I think she’s lovely. It’s just that I’ve never seen you so open or expressive around someone before so I know that she’s important to you ,”.

Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment before sighing and moving to sit on the edge of his chair.

“I told you that she was my friend, but after all this time I don’t know what she thinks of me. The only thing that you really need to know right now John is that she was a very important person in my life. She has saved my life on more than one occasion as well so you have that in common. She is one of the very few people in my life that I have ever actually ever cared about. That is all you need to know at this point, she can tell you the rest”.

John looked at his friend who hadn’t moved a muscle since he had begun talking and had since closed his eyes again. Knowing he wasn’t going to get any more information from him that night he nodded and went upstairs to bed since he knew he wouldn’t get a response from the detective if he tried.

When Sherlock heard John’s door close he stood up and strode over to his bedroom door. Cracking it open he propped himself against the doorframe and looked at you as you slept in his bed. He almost smiled when he remembered a similar situation from many years before. The only thing that prevented him from doing was because he remembered why you were sleeping in his bed this time. He looked to the nightstand when your phone’s screen lit up, alerting him that someone had texted you. He already had an idea of who had texted you before he even picked up the phone, but when he confirmed it his teeth ground together and he resisted the urge to call the number and threaten him.

‘See you soon, Sherlock. I can’t wait to meet your lady friend in person. She seems like a very sweet girl. Till then – M’