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melindamoriartylestrade · 6 years

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Consulting Detective, DI, Soldier, Spy

Chapter 1

After the Fall and Before the Hearse

A/N This is just a story I keep adding to now and then. It’s just an exercise in writing to flesh out ideas. A friend wanted me to post it here so I am.

John stood at the grave. It had been a year since he asked his best friend to not be dead. No such miracle had happened and so John went on with his life. He had moved out of 221B he just couldn’t bear to go back. Mrs. Hudson just left it as is she wouldn’t be renting it out, she just couldn’t.

Hearing footsteps behind him he turned to see a woman in her mid-thirties. He had seen her before abet much younger in many photos in an album at 221B Baker Street. In those pictures though she was a young teen.

Dora Wilhelmina Anna Holmes. Younger sister to Sherlock and Mycroft, John didn’t find out about her till his second year of living with the consulting detective. He had found the photo album and asked who the girl was. John had noted a lot of emotions in Sherlock’s answer. Fondness when telling him she was his little sister, remorse when saying they had a falling out, joy when saying about reconciling and keeping in touch, and sheer pride when he let John know that she was DW the lead singer of Paddington Station one of the biggest modern rock bands to come out of Britain.

The siblings exchanged texts and cards at Christmas. Sherlock last saw her a few months before he met John when he was invited to see her concert at the O2 arena.

John had just smiled at the thought of Sherlock at a rock concert.

“You must be John Watson, my brother spoke of you in his last card.” She said stepping forward hand extended “I’m”

“DW, I mean Wilhelmina” John said shaking her hand.

“Please call me Willa.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sherlock spoke highly of you” John said as Willa looked at the headstone.

“He probably hardly ever spoke of me. We were talking but not fully reconciled” Willa said as she and John turned to head out of the graveyard.

“No, no he did.” John said explaining.

Willa smiled “I like the subtle telling, not like Mycroft who will tell anyone within ear shot. Yet forget to call and tell me my brother jumped of the roof of a building, had to find out from a reporter two days after the funeral.”

“If I knew how to reach you I would have let you know” John said

Willa smiled “It’s alright, I actually was by your flat, Mrs. Hudson sent me there and Mary sent me here. Mrs. Hudson let me move into 221B and I saw you had some stuff in your room still and I was wondering if you wanted it, I could bring it by sometime if you didn’t want to come back in.”

“I could come by and get it, Just haven’t really gotten around to it, sorry” John said as they hailed a cab on the street

“It’s ok, it was hard for me to even enter the first time Mrs. Hudson showed me up.” Willa said as they got in the cab.

They talked on the cab ride there, Willa had been in London for a few months now, when she moved into 221B she kept busy by cleaning and disinfecting the kitchen as she had no idea what kind of experiments Sherlock had been doing or had done in there. John laughed and said she really didn’t want to know.

She had slept on the sofa for the first few weeks before finally starting to put together a room in what was once John’s room. She just couldn’t go in Sherlock’s room.

John had asked about her band and her music. She replied that her heart wasn’t really in it anymore. Even before Sherlock’s death the world tour she was on was deemed as the bands last for a while, they were taking a break. The drummer was a new dad, the bassist’s mother was very ill and needed care so they decided a break would be good.

Willa had lived on the road for so long she didn’t have a house to call her own. Upon arrival in London she went to see Mycroft. He understood her not wanting to go back home and disrupt the order of their parent’s lives she was an all hours sort of person. So he was the one who pointed her to Mrs. Hudson who had gladly taken her in.

Willa apologized for not seeking out John sooner, but she needed to settle. He said it was ok.

Willa paid the taxi and the two headed up into the flat.

It really hadn’t changed much except for it being a bit tidier, not just clean but organized. The kitchen looked like it was a fully functional working kitchen. There was food in the fridge and nothing else, no heads no toes no body parts save for those that belonged to an animal. And there were homemade biscuits in the biscuit jar. The pans for which were in the sink.

“These are your bags here.’ Willa said pointing to the two laundry bags by the door of his room. “They’re mostly books and a few clothes” she continued as John looked in them.

“Was wondering where this shirt went.” Johns smiled.

Willa smiled.

“I should head home Mary will be wondering why I’m gone so long” John said standing.

“I’m sorry I should have just brought them to the house.” Willa said

“No, no it’s ok. I needed to come back.” John said surveying the flat again. “You don’t have to be a stranger you know. I think I would like to get to know the little sister of the great Sherlock Holmes, you seem more human then him” John smirked

“It’s all an act I can be downright dreadful if I so choose” Willa smiled. “And I would like that; I would like to get to know the man who became Sherlock’s best friend.”

“You should have dinner with Mary and I” John said picking up the bags “Are you free Thursday.”

“I am now, dinner with you and your girlfriend will be a thousand times better than dinner with Mycroft.” Willa smiled.

Plans were set in motion and John left after receiving a hug from Willa.

Willa went and sat on the sofa. It felt odd to lie to John, not that she never lied, But to lie to someone who cared so deeply for Sherlock, to lie to him to have him think Sherlock dead.

While it was true that she had found out about Sherlock’s suicide from a reporter, she did know it was going to happen. A few days before it happened she had received a phone call from Sherlock, he explained why he had to go “underground” as it were and to not believe everything she had read.

When the reported shared the story, after the interview Willa’s first call was to Mycroft, who gladly filled her in on all the details. After all Willa was one of Mycroft’s best intelligence gathering specialists.

No one would suspect the Rock Star, especially one so popular that all the heads of countries and men with money paid to have Paddington Station play at their private parties and events all over the globe.

Willa was a star by her own talent but it was a talent that Mycroft had no problem using for his own gains.

She came home after the tour was over. What she told John about the break was true. But she sort of figured she’s settle in America, or Australia. But she came home and moved in to 221B.

Once the night owl she had taken to actually sleeping at night and being up and productive during the day. Making 221B livable for herself but also keeping it ready for if and when Sherlock could and would return.

The sun was setting. Willa looked over at her yoga mat, maybe some yoga for bed would be helpful. Willa had struggled with back problems since a fall she had in childhood and had been introduced to yoga when she was in LA for a time between album recordings.

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Down on the street level Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade was driving down Baker Street. A case had brought him near here and he thought he would drive by see if Mrs. Hudson was home maybe he would see how she was, he hadn’t spoken to her in a few months. He had talked to John though. He told him how Mrs. Hudson had decided to leave 221B empty, she just wasn’t up to renting it out.

The lights were off in Mrs. Hudson’s flat but in 221B there was a faint light and a shadow, he pulled over and went and knocked at Mrs. Hudson’s door. No answer.

Greg bounded up the stairs and pounded on the door of 221B, no answer; he pressed his ear against the door and heard a moan like grunt. He pounded again, no answer. He moved back. With one swift motion he kicked in the door.

In front of him a startled woman fell over hitting the edge of the coffee table. She looked up cut over her eye. Her mat, and work out gear told him she had been doing yoga. She pulled the earbuds out of her ears.

“What the hell” She said standing.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t know there was anyone living in here and the lights were half on, and there was no answer at Mrs. Hudson’s and I heard a moan and a grunt, I thought with no answer here someone was in trouble.” Greg said standing up the door.

“Ah you must be Geoffrey?” She said smirked

“That’s Detective inspector GREG Lestrade. And you mind telling me what you are doing in this flat?”

“Mrs. Hudson said I could live here as it was my brother’s.”

“Your Brother’s!!”

“Yes Sherlock Holmes, I’m Willa Holmes.”

“What is going on here?” Mrs. Hudson said as she came up the stairs in her dressing gown. “OH the door, Gregory Lestrade what have you done to the door?” She asked raising her voice

Greg looked down at the floor. “Sorry about that I’ll fix it.”

“You most certainly will. And I see you’ve met Willa.”

“I have”

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize her.” Mrs. Hudson said looking over the door. As Willa went and got a cloth for the cut on her head.

“What did I meet her before?”

“Well you listen to her band all the time. “

“What?”

“Willa is the lead singer of Paddington Station”

“Sherlock’s sister is DW Alley lead singer of Paddington Station?”

“He never told you”

“No” Greg said. It was true he loved that band they were a great 70’s and 80’s throwback rock band. Went to see them last time they were in town spent a pretty penny getting floor seats. Sherlock knew this, why didn’t he say anything. Why didn’t he recognize her, well she was prettier in person without all that stage make up on her eyes and without the garish bright red lipstick.

Willa moved the cloth from her head which caused more blood to ooze out.

“I think I need stitches” Willa said sitting on the sofa.

“I’ll call John” Mrs. Hudson said heading for the phone.

“No it’s too late, don’t bother him. I’ll get a cab.” Will said standing to find her purse.

“Why don’t I drive you?” Greg said “I caused it, I’ll take you.”

“Thank you” Willa said getting her purse

“Then I will come fix this door.” He said with a small smile as he helped Willa down the stairs.

“Willa sweetie do you have your key I’ll lock this main door up tight till the other is fixed.” Mrs. Hudson said as Willa and Lestrade stepped out onto the street.

“I do thank you.” Willa said as Lestrade let her into the car. He went around and got in the driver’s seat and turned it on. Willa’s voice filled the car as Paddington Station’s song. Fortress of the Mind blared on the stereo. Willa just smiled as Lestrade hurriedly turned it off.

“You know, now knowing who your brother is that song makes a lot more sense.” Lestrade said as he headed to the nearest hospital.

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Willa lounged on her sofa and watched Lestrade fix the door, she offered to help but he insisted she rest.

While there was no concussion her assessment on needing stitches was correct, four to be precise. Willa said she could hail a cab home but Lestrade had insisted on waiting. In fact he used his Scotland Yard pull to get her in quicker and with little paper trail should a nurse wish to call a paparazzi.

It took till sun up to fix the door. Willa said he could leave it, but he had the day off, and was still apologetic for breaking it in the first place.

Willa went and made him a cup of coffee and offered him one of her biscuits.

“Won’t your girlfriend be wondering where you are?” Willa asked as they sat at the kitchen table.

“No girlfriend, just an ex-wife, divorced.” Lestrade said sipping his coffee.

“Oh.” Willa said hiding her smile behind her mug “Ah yes my brother did tell me something about a PE teacher and a DI’s wife. I am sorry.”

“It’s ok all in the past now.” Lestrade said

“Well there’s someone out there for you DI Lestrade.” Willa smiled

“I guess. And please call me Greg”

“Not Graham” Willa smirked Greg laughed as Willa went to get more coffee.

=-=-=-=-

“So what did you to do after your giggle fest around the kitchen table” Mycroft said as he sipped his wine. He was sort of now regretting asking what his sister had been up to since their last dinner.

“We made hot passionate love right there on the kitchen table with the Billy the skull shockingly watching from his perch on the mantel.” Willa said as she swirled her wine around in its glass before taking a sip.

Mycroft raised his eyebrow. “Really”

“No not really, he headed home and I went to bed, although he is coming by tomorrow to take me to the store to get a little box and some supplies for the cats.”

“Cats, plural I thought you were looking at getting one, singular”

“Well I went to the shelter and they had the cutest little kittens from the same litter so I took all three, picking them up Saturday afternoon, that’s when they can be released after their spay and neutering procedure.” Willa smiled bringing up a photo on her phone

“The little white fluff ball is Marshmallow, the grey and white is Harlow, and the grey is Cooper after Anderson Cooper my second favorite silver fox”

Mycroft raised his eyebrow yet again “And who would your first favorite be?”

Willa glared “George Clooney”

“Didn’t you date him for a month?”

“He wishes” Willa laughed as their dinner arrived “Is that steak on your diet?” Willa asked with a wicked smile.

“Now don’t you start in on me too.” Mycroft said waiving his fork at her.

Willa smiled.

Mycroft and Willa had always got along well even in childhood. Willa got along with her brothers. Treated them all equal and had many fond memories with them.

Even as an adult she gave them equal time and not shy of letting them know how she felt.

“What is Sherlock going to say when he comes back and finds that there are cats in his flat?” Mycroft asked between bites.

“Well we don’t even know when he’ll be back or if he’ll survive his little mission” Willa said as she ate.

“That’s a little cold from you in especially in regards to Sherlock.” Mycroft said surprised “but then again do I detect some anger?”

“A little, he didn’t tell me much before this little adventure of his and quite frankly I’m mad at both of you for not including me.”

“Willa my dear you have a life outside of this, a chance for normality.” Mycroft said “That is what you said you wanted after the tour was over, that you were tiring of tours, that you had been tempted again.”

“That is true, the last assignment I had when we were in Hong Kong, it got to me.” Willa said putting down her utensils. “But still I would like to help Sherlock and you anyway I could”

Mycroft gave a small smile “I know but this is something he has to do on his own.”

Willa nodded and went back to eating

“After his chauffeuring you around on Saturday will you be seeing much of Detective inspector Lestrade?” Mycroft asked without looking up from his plate.

“We’ll see” Willa smiled

“After all the suitors and lovers you’ve had, a member of Scotland Yard has you a flutter and smiling like a silly school girl” Mycroft ask.

“Yes, I find him charming.” Willa smiled. Mycroft also couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to see his sister happy again.

=-=-=--=-=-

Willa settled into life at 221B Baker Street, just her and her kittens and the occasional visit from Greg. John and Mary just remarked how it was like a fairy tale come true with Greg dating his musical crush, though Greg was always quick to say they weren’t dating.

“You go out for coffee, you helped her paint her bed room, heck you fell of a ladder and hurt your hip helping her put up shelves” Mary said as she and John sat with Greg in the restaurant, they were waiting for Willa to join them, she had text Mary saying she was running late after her doctor’s appointment.

The four tried to meet up once and a while for dinner or lunch. They had really all become close. It was nice, though for John it was two sided he loved getting to know Willa but at the same time it made him miss Sherlock more. Willa entered and spoke to the hostess. Her hair had been slowly becoming a more normal colour now it was a pale pink tinged blonde, she had mentioned to Mary that she wanted to blend. And just live quietly.

Greg had really become close to her. She had felt so awful when he missed the rung on the ladder and injured his hip (A nasty deep bruise that caused some muscle spasms). She had made him stay the night so she could take care of him. Mary’s eyebrow had risen at that will Willa informed her that she let him sleep in her bed while she took the sofa.

Mary had asked if Willa had considered getting closer to the Detective Inspector to which Willa said she was unsure. Greg was amazing and he was gorgeous but she had only been single since the end of the tour (three months) when her then boyfriend and backup singer voiced his displeasure on Willa returning to London. Plus she didn’t want to be pressuring the Detective Inspector into anything.

Willa and scanned the crowd, Mary waved, Willa smiled and headed over.

“Hi, she said before planting a kiss on Greg’s forehead. Not the first time she had done it, and not the first in public, but Mary just smiled as she saw Willa’s eyes look at Greg’s lips. Really for being two very smart people they were clueless about love. Then again Greg’s wife had cheated on him and divorced him and Willa had never really had a single solid relationship before. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t now.

Willa sat next to Greg.

“Sorry to be so late as part of the conservatorship Mycroft has me under I need bi-monthly blood tests to prove I’m clean” Willa said scanning the menu

Willa’s late teen and early adulthood years had been marred by drugs much like Sherlock’s had. Willa’s drug of choice was heroine; it was easily accessible in the clubs where she played in the early days of her music career, from there she had reached into a bit of cocaine (given to her by Sherlock) and some prescription meds. But she was clean before her big break and to keep her from straying down that path it was decided that Mycroft would have a conservatorship over her earnings. He was generous with the amount that she could live on but also invested a lot to allow it to gain interest so that she would have a nice sized fortune for her retirement, and also if she ever chose to have children it would be a nice nest egg.

“So, I want to order a nice bottle of wine and drink to being clean and drug free for 15 years.” Willa smiled. She may not take drugs but she still loved her liquor.

“15 Wow you when did you stop 13??” Mary asked with a chuckle

“17 started at 14” Willa said as the waiter came over. “A bottle of your finest red and four glasses please” She smiled.

The others smiled and ordered. Willa reached next to her and held onto Greg’s hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

The wine came and was shared. John toasted to Willa’s 15 years clean. Mary toasted to new friends. Greg toasted to many years of happiness for all moving forward.

That made Willa look away and John look down.

“Oh I’m sorry Willa, I never thought, you and John still dealing with the loss of Sherlock.” Greg said the tops of his ears turning pink.

“No, no, it’s ok,” Willa said John agreed.

Willa took her glass and raised it. “To those years ahead but not at the expense of those we leave behind. May their spirits be with us in our new adventures.”

“Wonderfully said” John smiled.

Willa smiled as their meal came.

Their meal was spent talking about John’s increasing hours at the surgery, Mary’s work, a bit of Willa’s settling into life, and a bit of Greg’s work.

“Maybe Willa should start assisting at crime scenes. Be the world’s second ever consulting detective” John smiled as he finished off his spaghetti by dragging some left over bread along the side wiping up the sauce.

“NO!” Willa said waving her hand. “I don’t think so; I’d be rubbish at it. Way to emotionally involved”

“I don’t think the bosses would react well to me bringing in another outsider” Greg said as Willa took his hand.

“I think they’d have a problem with the fact we’re together too” Willa said leaning over and giving Greg a kiss on the lips.

Greg’s ears turned pink again but he made no motion to move away instead he leaned into her cupping her face with his free hand. After a moment they backed away slowly.

“How’s the bruise?” She asked resting her head on his shoulder.

“Doing better, faded a lot.” Greg said with a slight blush of embarrassment.

“Well that’s good then” Willa said running her free hand up his arm. “Should we just skip desert, pay and head back to my place?”

Greg blushed again but smiled. “You sure this isn’t that wine talking?”

“Nope all me.” Willa said as the waiter brought over the cheques. Greg snatched up his and Willa’s

“My treat.” He said giving her a kiss and handing his card over to the waiter.

Mary and John watched the two as they themselves held hands and cuddled on the other side of the booth.

Balances paid the two couples headed out onto the street. John waved down a taxi as Willa and Greg headed for his car.

“We’ll see you soon” Mary said as she and John entered the taxi and headed off.

Willa smiled as Greg held open the door of his car. She climbed in and turned on the radio. He got in and started heading for Baker Street. Willa reached over and placed her hand on his thigh. Slowly she moved it higher. Greg smiled and sped a bit, not worrying about getting a ticket he could easily get out of.

Greg pulled up in front of the flat and they both quickly got out. They were just starting up the stairs when Willa stopped and kissed Greg hard on the lips.

Mrs. Hudson peeked out she was going to greet Willa. When she saw the two on the stairs she smiled and quietly retreated back to her own flat unnoticed.

Willa fumbled with the key to the flat as Greg’s mouth made its way down her neck with alternating kissing and soft biting. Door opened they kicked off their shoes and Willa guided Greg to her room. She made quick work of his shirt buttons before he pulled her dress over her head.

Willa nibbled Greg’s lip as she slid his belt from his trousers. She unbuttoned his trousers and slid down them and his pants at once. Greg kicked them aside as he pulled Willa close arms around her chest. Her bra came undone with one swift move. Willa smiled as did

Greg. Still got it, he thought to himself.

Willa stood at the foot of her bed and carefully kissed her way down Greg’s chest while sitting down on the bed pausing only to suck on his nipples a bit and give his stomach a bit on a lick.

She bit down on his hip which elicited a soft moan from Greg.

She slowly pushed herself back against the headboard. She motioned for Greg to join her. Greg smiled and climbed up the bed from the foot of it till he was on top of the now laying down Willa.

He leaned down and kissed her chest, licking and kissing around her breasts before starting to kiss his way down her stomach. He couldn’t help but note a few scars that marred her body he’d known she was an accident prone child, but some of these looked did not look like surgical scars. He had seen the bullet scar on her shoulder. Every Paddington Station fan had been in an uproar when they had found out the Band had been caught in a drive by shooting in Los Angeles California, a local rapper also inside the swanky restaurant had been the real target. He had seen the scar on her back from her surgery when younger, something about falling down an only mine shaft while on holiday.

But the ones on her stomach were thin and small, like a razor would make, the ones on her hips were surgical scars but she had never mentioned having hip surgery.

It didn’t bother Greg and it didn’t affect how soft her skin felt on his lips.

He worked his way back up her chest as he slid his had between her legs.

Willa in turn reached up and grabbed his now erect cock. She gave it a gentle pull.

He slid his fingers in to warm her up. Once she was primed he moved her hand and adjusted himself before moving down and entering her.

Willa moaned in pleasure and grabbed his ass cheeks, it hurt a little as her fingers dug into his bruise, but it didn’t deter Greg from his rhythmic thrusting.

Together they filled the room with moans and gasps of pleasure, and Greg thrust himself deeper Willa let out a scream of passion.

Greg gave a final thrust and came, Willa was right behind him.

Greg carefully moved himself off of her and lay beside her.

Willa moved her head onto his chest, her sweaty cheek felt nice against his equally sweaty chest.

He slid his one arm under her and held her across the shoulders, pulling her close. She smiled as she gently ran her fingers over his body tracing the curves of his muscles and hips.

Greg’s hand gently caressed her cheek before pulling her in for a kiss.

She smiled and started to doze.

=-=-=-=

The sun shone through the window illuminating the two bodies entwined in the bed.

Willa opened her eyes and smiled. She studied the man in front of her. His body was just as gorgeous as his face. His chest was stunningly strong. The sun was causing the greying hair to shine silver.

Willa had been pursued by many stars and fans alike, she had dated rock and Hollywood royalty, but she had never felt the way she felt when she was with Greg.

At first the attraction had been purely physical as she stared up from the floor at this big handsome brute of a copper that broke down her door. But from talking to him in the hospital to fixing the door, she knew the attraction went deeper.

The more they talked and the more they went out, the harder she fell for him. He treated her like a human being, not like a celebrity. Yes Mary and John joked about how big of a fan he was but Greg was so humble and kind, and hard working. Willa fell and fell hard.

Willa wiggled her arm out from underneath Greg and went to start the shower. Greg slept thought it. Willa smiled, the last time he stayed at her place after his fall she had witnessed the deep sleep of Greg Lestrade, the only thing that would wake him was a ring or beep of a phone.

Willa wondered if bacon would wake him as she dressed and headed to the kitchen. She grabbed a pan and tossed in some bacon she peered back into the fridge and smiled. She had everything needed and hadn’t cooked a Full English in a while as so went about.

Greg woke as a pan clanged in the kitchen, the smell of bacon, sausage and beans floated into the room. A full English he smiled, she didn’t have to go all out.

Greg smiled and got out of bed, he headed for the washroom. He smiled as he saw Willa singing away as she cooked. He slipped into the washroom and showered then headed back to her room to dress, Willa waved as he exited the bedroom; she was just plating the food.

“Hope you’re hungry. Only thing missing is the black pudding, don’t really fancy it myself so never buy it.” Willa said setting the plate in front of Greg.

“It’s fine this looks marvelous.” Greg said as he began to eat, and it was delicious, Willa was an amazing cook. Something she had said that she learned from her mother.

They ate in silence before Greg looked up at the clock. “Sorry I should be heading off if I want to make it to work on time.”

“It’s ok. You’re going to have to start keeping some clothing here, what they will think you arriving in the clothes you wore yesterday.” Willa smirked

“They will think I had an amazing time with the woman I love.” Greg smiled before pulling Willa in for a long passionate kiss.

“Easy tiger, you get me all worked up again and you’ll have to explain why you were late, and being tied up and ravaged by the woman you love may not be a valid reason.” Willa smiled; Greg smiled and downed the last of his coffee before heading off.

Willa collected the dishes and started running water in the sink. She was just drying the last fork to put away when the phone rang.

She picked it up and looked at the number, it was Mycroft, she never took him for an early riser.

‘Hello, Mycroft” Willa said “What’s got you up so early?” “You didn’t call last night, you said you were going to call, I got worried.” Mycroft replied.

“I was a little occupied” Willa said with a smiled “you know sins of the flesh and all.”

“Hmm, finally upping the relationship with the Detective Inspector are we? Is that wise?”

“Why not, and if you start on this whole fan infatuation line again I will hang up. Greg proved last night and this morning this is real. I know all along but you’re so cynical.” Willa said sitting on her sofa.

“No.no, I am more worried how DI Lestrade would be career wise if anyone was to uncover what you did for me on tour, I mean what you really did while on tours and concert trips” Mycroft said coldly into the phone.

“No one would tell. And if you tell, I’d be will to risk execution to spread your little secrets too.” Willa replied equally cold.

“No need for threats my dear little sister. I am merely looking out for both of you. Lestrade already had turned a blind eye to some of Sherlock and John’s antics and I have made sure that he is not punished for it, but there is only so much I can do.” Mycroft said Willa could hear his sneering smile.

“I am retired dear bother, and nothing will change that, what is in the past is in the past. Let it go” Willa said forcefully

“I am sorry I upset you. It was not my intention. I was merely calling to check in and to inform you that I will not be able to meet for dinner tonight; I have an engagement that came up. Would you care to reschedule for tomorrow?”

“That would be fine.”

“Dress nice, we will have company”

“Who”

“The Marquess of Bute, and his wife and children, they are very excited to meet you.” Mycroft smiled.

Willa rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She loved Mycroft but she could really hate him at times like this. She sighed.

“Fine. What time and where?” She replied

“Alain Ducasse, located at the Dorchester Hotel, Piccadilly” Mycroft said “reservations are for 8”

“OK” Willa said scribbling it down on the note pad by her. “Can I bring a date?”

“No” Mycroft replied “Not that I think Lestrade would not fit in, I promised the Family exclusivity.”

“OK but you owe me” Willa replied

“I know” Mycroft smiled knowing that Willa hardly cashed in her debts. “I will pick you up tomorrow at half seven.”

“OK, bye” Willa said hanging up, she text Greg letting him know she was free now tonight, then went to change to go for a run.

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Willa had set out for a run heading south. Normally she’d go north taking a run through Regents Park. But today a run down to Green Park and Maybe by Buckingham Palace would be nice. She hadn’t really been there since the time her band had an audience with the Royal Family. It would be a nice long run, there and back. And the weather was fantastic.

There were lots of tourists on the Mall. Willa smiled as she watched them taking pictures. There was a whole group of tourists all with Selfie sticks in the air.

Willa got distracted by a street performer and missed the curb. Her toe catching the edge of the cement, she planted her foot to stop but her ankle twisted under her that and her own forward momentum sent her sprawling onto the ground.

The tour groups turned and stared at Willa blushed and sheepishly got up and headed to a bench. Her knees and shins were a bloody scraped up mess as were the palms of her hands.

She waved off two of the tour guides who came over to check on her, mostly out of embarrassment. She assured them she was fine and they went back to their groups. Willa sat on the bench and drank some of the water she had brought in a small back pack. People stared as they walked by and a few came over to check on her.

Willa looked down at her legs, they were still oozing blood and looked awful. She took the small towels she kept in the pack and wrapped them around her knees holding them in place with two elastic headbands she found in the bottom of the pack. She looked at her hands they didn’t look much better but they were no longer bleeding. She brought ID but no money, She didn’t know if she could walk the entire way home, she took out her cell and dialed Mycroft, it went to voicemail. She called John, Mary and Greg, same thing.

She looked at her surroundings if she cut across the park she could get to New Scotland Yard easily. Even if Greg wasn’t there maybe someone could help her home.

Willa carefully stood and started across the grass. She would have to go over the lake but bridge it wasn’t far, it really wasn’t a lake, more of an over grown pond.

People starred but she really couldn’t care less, as long as there were no paparazzi around she was fine. She’d only had to deal the paps a few times since returning home. And she swore they were more aggressive than the ones in the United States.

By the time she reached the visitors entrance of the building her legs were throbbing a 15 minute walk had turned into 35, and somewhere around Queens Anne’s gate her wrist had also started to throb, she was second guessing herself on not leaving a message for anyone, she carefully and gingerly pulled open the door and entered the foyer. Three nearby officers came hurrying over. It was then that she realized what this must look like, a bleeding woman walking into a police station.

“Hi, I’m fine I fell while running, I’m just looking to see if Greg Lestrade is in, or if I could wait here to get a hold of someone to take me home.” Willa said as two of the officers led her to a chair. Now she was really embarrassed.

“It’s ok. Constable Edwards will go get DI Lestrade. You sit here” He said as she sat, another officer came with some ice and a first aid kit. The officer who stayed, his name tag read Constable Redding grabbed another chair and put Willa’s legs up on it and placed an icepack on each leg, and put one on each hand while raising her throbbing wrist up and resting it on a bunched up jacket.

Willa felt her cheeks getting redder with embarrassment and was on the verge of tears when Greg stepped out of the Elevator and hurried over.

“I’m sorry” Willa managed to croak out without sobbing “I didn’t mean to cause A fuss, I fell while on my run, I don’t have any money so

I was just looking for a ride home.”

“You need a ride to the Casualty” Greg said kissing her forehead, a few of the constables around them raised their eyebrows; this was the young lady who had put a spring back into the DI’s step. “Get those knees and arms looked at.”

Willa held back a sniffle, and looked down as Sally Donovan one of Greg’s coworkers came over.

“Sir. Give me your keys I’ll bring your car around. Or should we call an ambulance?” The woman said approaching.

“NO!” Willa said as she attempted to get up but her legs were now numb from the ice. “I don’t need an ambulance I just need a ride home… I know I should have just walked, bleeding legs or no.”

Greg picked up on Willa’s embarrassment and waved off the other officers. And scooped Willa up into his arms. He knew that added a little to her embarrassment but didn’t think her legs could really support her right now. He headed to the parking garage, Donovan leading the way.

She opened the back seat of his car and Greg carefully put Willa in then sat beside her. Donovan got in the front seat and started to drive.

The adrenaline that Willa had been running on was now quickly disappearing as she rested her head on Greg’s shoulder. Once they reached the nearest A&E Donovan pulled up to the main doors and Greg got out and again lifted Willa into his arms and carried her in.

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Four hours later Willa was curled up in her bed at home. Her left arm was casted from the base of her fingers to her elbow. Her right hand was wrapped in gauze, as were both knees. There was also gauze tapped over the scrapes on her shins, her ankle had a splint on it that was held in place by an elastic bandage.

Greg returned from the kitchen with a glass of water.

“Here the doctor said to take your tablets as soon as you got home.” He said, she looked at her hands, “Here open up”

Willa knew she looked like a pathetic little puppy as she opened her mouth and Greg put the pain tablets in. he held the glass close and helped her take a drink.

“See and that’s why running is not healthy” Greg said with a smirk.

“Ha-ha. Honestly this is the first time I’ve ever wiped out so at least I made it spectacular.” Willa smiled as Greg lay beside her, she leaned on him. “Shouldn’t you go back to work?”

“Mostly a paperwork day, besides HR is always buzzing about how I don’t use my leave.” Greg smiled as he held the glass for her again.

“Couldn’t find any straws, will have to get some if you are not going to be able to use your hands for bit”

“This one will be fine to use soon” Willa said wiggling her wrapped hand, and then wincing.

“You just rest for now” Greg said “did you need any more pillows under your leg?”

“No it’s fine”

“Fine, or fine” Greg said with an annoyed huff accent being put on the second fine.

“It’s good fine, not to high and believe it or not the way the pillow had sort of encased my ankle and making it warm feels good” Willa said with a yawn.

“I’ll leave you to sleep and go watch some telly” Greg said carefully standing.

Willa just nodded.

As Greg headed to the living room he heard a knock on the door. He peered out the small peephole to see Mycroft Holmes. Greg opened the door.

“Hi, Mycroft Willa is just in her room, probably asleep she was just dozing off when I checked on her.” Greg said letting the elder Holmes in.

“Yes thank you Inspector.” Mycroft said entering the flat. “Thank you for taking care of my little sister.”

“It was nothing.” Greg said “She did give me a scare though when someone came up and said a beat up bleeding woman was looking for me, thought it was a case, exited that elevator and panicked.”

Mycroft nodded “So you have feelings for my sister?”

“I do, sir” Greg said now suddenly feeling like a school boy called to the office.

“That is good. Just so you know Mr. Lestrade, if you do anything to hurt my sister, I can make you disappear and no one would ever remember you existed” Mycroft sternly said, then gave a smirk that made him resemble an imp. “Have I made myself clear?”

“There is no need for threats Mr. Holmes. I care deeply for your sister.” Greg said as he straightened to his full height.

“Yes, yes I know you took things slowly.” Mycroft said sitting down on the sofa. “I did not mean to threaten you Inspector. You are probably the best thing that has happened to my little sister. But that is it she is my little sister and therefore I feel I must look after her, I already lost one sibling and I would be devastated to lose another. My sister has never been lucky in love; it’s all been more lust then anything. Most relationships were harmless, the 2 week wedding to American Rapper L-Train was not the worst but it started the downward spiral. Mostly it was mental abuse, my sister has always had body issues, I guess it runs in the family. While Sherlock dealt with anorexia as a teen, Willa was having her own battle with bulimia, she was always made fun of for being too skinny, so she would eat on mass binges, only to force herself to throw it all up later.”

Greg stood by the door way and glanced up at the other room where Willa slept, he may have been a huge fan of Paddington Station for years but he was never an intrusive fan, he knew Willa’s birthday (she always threw huge parties for children in hospitals), but never really anything to personal. Mycroft’s gaze followed Greg’s up the stairs as he continued.

‘The scars on her stomach are from the self-harm she also indulged in during that time. Most were just deep enough to leave scars, the one on her right arm that was the worst, required hospitalization. She’s since covered it with the family tree, well vine tattoo; the vine is the scar, perfectly covered.” Mycroft looked down, even now years later he still was at a loss of how he had missed all this when she was younger. “The relationships she was in as I said were not healthy, from the mental abuse of having to look a certain way for L-Train to thinking she was going mad and having a relapse by that stupid gold digging Record producer Alyn Filn”

“Who?” Greg said momentarily glancing at Mycroft.

“Not anyone you need to know, he’s no longer in the business and no longer a problem” Mycroft gave a smirk. Greg just looked back up the stairs. “You have by now seen the scars on her hips. That one was a little harder to keep from the paper. She was dating her former stylist Andrew Quest.”

“Oi I remember him, disappeared off a boat in Australia, Willa was held up in Sydney for weeks in grief if I remember what the papers said” Greg, “Never really like them together he was too slimy and always dressed her funny”

Mycroft couldn’t help but smile. Greg may not have known much about Willa’s personal life but he had paid attention to more than just her music.

“Yes, yes disappeared so tragically after pinning my sister to the side of their villa with his sports car.’ Mycroft’s smile turned wicked. “She was so grief stricken as she laid in bed rest for two weeks after having her hips put back together with metal plates, and another two months of rehab. It’s actually how she started running for fun and fitness; I guess we can blame today’s accident on the Late Mr. Quest.” Mycroft paused “Just before the tour ended it was another hard breakup with her bandmate, he was an ass, and no one really liked him. Never knew why he was with Willa, but then again they only dated a few months, started the night she found out about Sherlock, and ended when she moved here. He never wanted to return to London save for a tour stop or two, Willa can never leave it or her beloved Paddington. She and that silly bear, she never grew out of loving the stories and still carries that miniature bear Mummy bought her years ago. I think the stories are what got her though a lot of her most desperate times. I still can recite a Bear in Hot Water and Paddington Turns Detective by heart, I have a fair wager Sherlock when he was alive could too. So you see when she moved in here and met you and started seeing more of you. I was worried, was she using you as another rebound, and were you a star struck fan who was looking to move in on the Rock Star. But I can see it your eyes, and I know that this will be a lasting relationship. I hope forever.” Mycroft said.

Greg looked up at the doorway. “The way I feel about Willa, the way I feel when I am with her, and how I think of her when I’m not with her... I never felt that way with anyone, not even my ex.”

“That is because even though it may have felt like it at the time, you were not meant to be with your Ex, but I truly believe that you are meant to be here”

Greg moved to sit on the chair next to the sofa.

“I love your sister” Greg said “I can’t promise it will last forever, she could get bored of me or annoyed with me working, or Prince Harry could come calling”

“Oh nonsense that quote was made up, Willa has never thought of Harry as more than a friend, someone she does charity work with” Mycroft said with a wave of his hand “And she is more suited to living with a member of New Scotland Yard than your ex-wife. She will not bore of you; the way she looks at you I have never seen her look at anyone else like that.”

“Really”

“Yes”

“You giving him the protective brother speech?” A voice said from the door, Willa was leaning on the doorframe. Greg leapt up and went over.

“You shouldn’t be up walking too much on that ankle” Greg said as he lifted her up.

“I had to go to the loo” Willa said her head finding a spot on Greg’s shoulder

“You should have called” Greg said carrying her there. When she was done he carried her to the sitting room and put her down on the sofa. Mycroft had move to sit in the chair Greg had been occupying. Greg also sat on the sofa and put Willa’s feet on his legs.

Mycroft smiled a soft smile for once. Willa looked between the two men then settled on Greg.

“He been telling you my life story?” She asked “All the baggage, feel free to walk out I’ll understand.”

“I will be doing no such thing.” Greg said leaning over and kissing her. She smiled

“I think I finally picked a winner”

“That you have.” Mycroft said standing “I came by to say if you’d like me to postpone the dinner tomorrow I can move it back a few weeks.:

“No. I don’t cancel on kids” She said sitting up a bit “I’ll just need a bit of help, Greg can come.”

“Yes, yes he can” Mycroft smiled “I’ll send the car a half seven still. See you tomorrow night.”

With that Mycroft was gone.

“What dinner?” Greg said looking at Willa, who explained. “Hey I can wear that suit you had made for me” His eyes lit up.

That was their “date” two weeks ago when they were out for lunch and she had to idea to get him fitted for a suit. She was more thinking of the gala dinner coming up for the Who’s Teen Cancer Fund but this would be nice.

“Yes. We were saving it but I did get you an array of ties so, I’m wearing my grey dress tomorrow you should wear the grey tie and pocket square it will match perfectly.” Willa smiled then looked down at her hands. “I wonder if Mary or Molly is available tomorrow night to help me with my make-up and hair.”

“I could do your hair” Greg smiled “My cousin has a little girl who I used to babysit. She always wanted me to do her hair. Finally I got a book out of the library and I can do some pretty good up-dos and even a French plait” Greg smiled

“Really?”

“Yeah here you sit this way” Greg stood and got Willa on the sofa comfortable but with her head at the open end where he pulled up the chair. He went and got her brush and a few hair elastics from the washroom and started.

Willa smiled, it always felt amazing to have someone else do your hair, and Greg had such a wonderful touch. The brushing was calming and relaxing. And by the time Greg was done she had two perfect French plait style pigtails going down her back.

“Took me longer than it used to, had to try and remember all the steps”

She smiled into the mirror Greg brought out.

“Wow. You are amazing. And other special talents you’re keeping hidden” She smiled again as she pulled him in for a kiss

“In due time, can’t open myself up too much, have to keep my air of mysterious going” Greg laughed; Willa laughed and pulled him in

for another kiss. There was a knock at the door.

Greg went and let in John and Mary.

“Hello came by to check and see how you were” John said “You look very nice, for being in an accident.”

“Oh Greg was just showing me some of his special talents” Willa smiled.

“You did this?” Mary asked pointing at Willa’s hair.

“Yeah” Greg explained.

“Yep he’s a keeper” Mary smiled and John went about checking over Willa’s legs.

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“How do I look?” Willa said as Greg reentered the sitting area, he had done her hair up in a chignon (or as he called it the fancier bun roll) then went to get dressed as Mary did Willa’s make-up

“You still look gorgeous” Greg said “You could be in a potato sack and covered in mud and you would still be a knockout”

Willa smiled and kissed him.

She had stayed off her feet for the entire day so that she would be able to walk on her ankle into the restaurant and then out after the meal. She had planned to wear a sheer jacket over her dress to cover the cast and bandages but it didn’t fit over the cast. So instead she wrapped a shawl around herself and well she would just tell the truth if anyone asked about the cast. No sense hiding it, she just didn’t want to upset the kids.

Most of her charity work centered on kids. And she never wanted to let them down.

Greg looked at the clock 7:28

“We should head down” he said carefully taking her in his arm being mindful not to mess up her dress.

By the time they got downstairs a sleek black car pulled up and woman, Greg had come to learn was named Anthea and was Mycroft’s assistant, held open the door.

“Evening Miss Holmes, Inspector Lestrade” She said as Greg helped Willa in then got in himself. Anthea then got in and sat next to Greg (across from Willa and Mycroft)

“How are you my dear” Mycroft said giving his sister a gentle hug

“I am well.”

The drive to the restaurant was not quiet, Mycroft asked Greg about Arsenal and the two started to have a discussion about the standings in the Premier League. Anthea and Willa just smiled as they discussed an article they had both recently read on a travel blog.

They reached the entrance and Greg and Mycroft helped Willa out, the streets were crowded but they made it in easily, though the restaurant and into the private dining room.

Willa and Greg were introduced to the Marquess and his family. The girls marked how handsome Greg was and it made him blush, the added for an older man took away a bit of it.

“Now girls that was no very nice” the Marquess said

“It came out wrong father” the Eldest (Lucia, 13) said “We meant for someone older then Harry Styles”

“Wait!” The youngest (Bethany, 7) spoke up “Have you met Harry Styles Miss DW?”

“Of course she has they were at the Brit awards together silly” The middle (Johanna, 10)

Willa smiled.

“I’ve met with the entire band several times. I even got the first pictures of Freddie after he was born.” She smiled

The girls were sent into a frenzy asking if they could see any. While their mother got embarrassed Willa fired off a quick text to the One Direction member who said it was fine.

“Here” Willa said bringing it up on her phone the girls squealed with delight

“He’s so cute, I really do think he is the dad even if he and Harry are meant to be together” Lucia said with conviction

Willa just giggled as the mother changed the topic to how Willa had been enjoying the months since the tour ended.

“Well” the mother (Annalisa) said looking over Greg “We certainly know you have something to keep you busy”

Greg, Mycroft, Willa and Anthea nearly choked on their food, such bluntness. Willa giggled and Greg smiled as they both said yeah at the same time.

“So Greg. What do you do, producer, media mogul, actor?” Annalisa asked.

Greg “I ah” he looked down at his meal.

“Greg is a Detective Inspector with Scotland Yard’s CID” Willa smiled “Highest closing rate in the City”

Greg still couldn’t talk he was embarrassed. He braced himself for the ridicule.

“You worked with Sherlock Holmes is that correct?” The Marquess asked

“I, I did” Greg answered

“Terrible, tragedy really, such a brilliant mind, and to sacrifice himself to save everyone from that mad man oh what was his name.. Moriarty” He said Annalisa nodded

“He’s very missed” Greg said a catch in his throat, Willa put her hand on his.

“He was related to you, is that correct Mycroft” the Marquess asked

“Yes he was our brother” Mycroft replied indicating himself and Willa.

“Wow she really is the coolest” Johanna smiled “Rock Star, knows One Direction, a handsome boyfriend and sister of Sherlock Holmes” She sighed.

Willa and Greg smiled but the blush was back in Greg’s ears, a tad embarrassed again. He was not used to having attention put on him like this.

The rest of the meal was spent chatting about a wide manner of topics. The girls (and their parents) posed for pictures with Willa and With Greg.

The Marquess and family left as Mycroft, Willa and Greg sipped the last of their dessert tea. They were getting ready to leave Anthea looked up from her phone at Mycroft.

“Someone tipped off the paparazzi; they are swarming out there, front and back.” She said with annoyance. Mycroft glared into the restaurant at the passing wait staff wondering who had tipped off the press.

“I am so sorry Willa I know you were not ready for all this yet” Mycroft said as he started forming a plan

“It’s fine Willa, Greg and I were going to have to do this sometime, might as well be tonight. IF that is ok with you” Willa said looking over at Greg.

“I’ll think of it as practice for that fancy dinner you’re taking me to” Greg smiled.

Willa smiled and they headed to the door. Hotel security and some constables were also out trying to control the crowd. Willa leaned back on Greg and squeezed his arm.

“We can wait it out I can have the street cleared” Mycroft said. He knew getting knocked around made Willa feel very claustrophobic; it’s one thing she never liked about the fame. Red carpets she could handle, The paparazzi sneaking photos while she was out and about as well, but the scrums like this. The one she had been in after the drive-by in LA had set her recovery back a month as she got jostled so badly. Mycroft was still forming a plan when Greg removed his jacket.

He put it over Willa’s shoulders giving her more cover. He pulled her close to his body tight against his chest and wrapped his left arm around her protectively.

“Mycroft get a car ready and waiting” Greg said Mycroft just nodded.

The restaurants host opened the door and Willa and Greg started towards the street and the Valet pick up. Greg kept his arm around her tight and held his other stiffly in front of them and they calmly but forcefully made their way through the crowd. The flash of the cameras were blinding and the shouting was near deafening.

Where have you been hiding DW? Who’s your new bodyguard? Is he your Boyfriend? Where can we expect a new album? Are you really putting together a solo album? We heard you switched to Vegan?

Greg would have laughed at the vegan question (so out of left field) except they were nearing the end and a grabby pap was trying to pull Willa free. Greg lowered his arm knocking the man’s hand from her arm.

The car was there and the Valet attendant opened the door. Willa tapped Greg’s hand and he loosened his hold allowing her to slip into

the car. He practically dove in as he felt someone tearing at his Jacket hem. Once he was in the attendant closed the door and the car took off.

Willa grabbed Greg and pulled him close planting a long hard kiss on his lips. He pushed in tighter to her and put his hand behind her

head. She wrapped her arm around his waist.

A cough came from the other side of the car. Willa and Greg pulled away and looked to see Mycroft and Anthea sitting on the seat facing them.

Greg blushed. Willa let out a giggle.

“Sorry forgot you’d use my media frenzy to sneak out unnoticed.” Willa said leaning on Greg for the ride back to Baker Street

“Of course, I must commend you Inspector that was one of the best examples of protection I’ve seen in a long time. If you ever tire of the Yard I am sure I could find you work” Mycroft gave his impish smile.

“Thanks but I like my job” Greg smiled he turned to Willa “Is that what it will be like at the gala?”

“They’ll be behind barriers, but that bright and that loud, yeah” Willa smiled “If you don’t want to go it’s ok. I’ve gone solo before”

“No, no I want to go, I’m your support remember” Greg said kissing her “Besides you said I could meet Roger Daltrey.” He smiled

Willa smiled.

The car pulled up in front of the flat.

“Good night Mycroft” Willa said leaning across the car and giving him a hug

“Good night my dear sister” He said returning the hug.

Greg got out then turned to help Willa. Once they were in the street side door the car pulled away. Mrs. Hudson peeked out.

“Hi. Willa said

“Hello, I saw you on the telly. You were on the news just a little clip of you going to the car everyone very excited to see you out and having fun. They had some pictures too, One looking into the front of the restaurant nice on of you kissing.” Mrs. Hudson smiled. “I do hope they don’t decide to crowd around here, we live on such a quiet street.”

Willa and Greg smiled then Willa yawned.

“OH my dear.” Mrs. Hudson said “must have been a long day, you go get some rest”

“Thank you Mrs. Hudson” Willa said giving her landlady a hug. Greg hugged her as well and gave the older lady a soft kiss on the cheek before scooping Willa up in his arms and taking her up to get ready for bed.

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“I especially like this one Sir” Sally Donovan said putting another news clipping on his desk.

His face was everywhere, and they had even linked it to his name from the last time he was in the papers (though he like this new story better than the last).

“They’re comparing it to the Bodyguard. Just don’t get shot sir” Sally smiled

“Nice now you’ve jinxed me” Greg said with a smile.

His smiled faded as he looked down at the stack of files on his desk. Three unsolved two that were tied up in warrant problems because of the lack of real evidence from the lab and one new one that had just rolled in. What he would give to have Sherlock back.

=-=-=-=

“Hey what are you doing with those?” Greg said returning to the living room. Willa was lounging on him sofa with her feet up on his coffee table reading though one of the files Greg had brought home with him to look at.

Willa had dropped by before he came home (he’d given her a key) and had cooked him a lovely dinner. He had just gone to the kitchen to grab them some glasses for the wine she brought so they could watch a movie. It had been a week after her fall and she was moving around a lot more. The stitches were out of her legs and her one hand. All that remained were some small scars, the cast and the bandaged ankle.

“These are the two cold cases you were telling me about right?”

“Yeah I didn’t mean to talk about it that much.” Greg said sitting “I don’t mean to bring work home with me.”

“Why I do. I’ve been doing up all those media packs and fan forum emails the last few time you’ve been over.” Willa said leaning on him while still looking over the file.

“That’s different” Greg said “that’s fun and interesting, this is dull, boring and well frankly this one is creepy”

“It’s fascinating.” Willa said “The killer using the chalk to dry out his hand to try and prevent the transfer of his fingerprints only leaving those little smudges. Did the victim have any ties to gymnastics or climbing?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“The chalk is very fine like used for climbing or gymnastics. OH or weight lifting!” Willa said with a smile

“The victim was a fitness competitor” Greg said with a smile, it really did run in the family.

“Check the past local fitness competitions.. Actually pass me your laptop. No wait I have my phone” Willa said sitting up

Well there goes the cuddling and maybe more. Greg thought as he looked over at Willa as she typed away at the phone.

“Reggie Muther” Willa said looking up with a smile.

“Huh the victim’s name is Leo Grouse??” Greg said scrunching up his nose.

“No the killer, Reggie Muther placed second to Leo in the last five fitness competitions, this year he was disqualified for testing positive for steroids” Willa said.

Greg took out his note pad and wrote down everything she said. After she was done he called into the CID and got the ball rolling for the warrants.

“Arrest warrants will be ready in the morning, I have to text Sally and let her know it will be an early morning.” Greg said sitting back by Willa who poured him another glass of wine. “I don’t have to worry about you snatching my warrant card and going off on investigation do I?” he said wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in close again.

“No. That was a one time; I will no longer look at any files you bring here or Baker street.” Willa smiled as she turned and started kissing and biting his neck.

=-=-=-=

“Greg what happened?” Willa said standing and heading to the door of her flat.

“Mr. Muther did not take kindly to being arrested” Greg said as Willa inspected the bruise that had formed over and around his eye.

“Have you seen a doctor, should I call John?” Willa said leading him to the sofa.

“I’m fine” Greg said sitting “One of the paramedics who came to tend to our arrestee took a look, and I had some ice on it at the office.”

“Mr. Muther needed a paramedic?” Willa said standing and heading to the kitchen.

“Yeah, after he took the swings at me he took a swing at Sally she side stepped and he went down his flats stairs.” Greg said. Willa returned and placed the ice pack on his face. “Thanks.”

“Welcome” Willa replied and she leaned him back on the sofa. “Did you want some coffee.”

“That would be lovely.” Greg smiled as Willa kissed him and then returned to the kitchen.

Greg closed his good eye and relaxed as he listened to Willa singing in the kitchen. The coffee machine then the sound of biscuits being put on a plate, Willa had told him last night that she had made some gingersnaps, hers were the best he’d ever had, not too hard and just the perfect amount of ginger. Another sound piqued his interest, like a metallic scrape, and a clicking noise.

He sat up and looked around the room. Willa was in the kitchen looking though the fridge probably figuring out what to make for dinner. It wasn’t totally planned for him to come over tonight but after the arrest went awry he wanted to see her.

It was coming from the door, there was also some muffled voices.

Willa turned and was looking at Greg who just motioned for her to stay quiet. He stood himself in front of the door as he heard the last click.

The door opened and he came face to face with a retagged group of people all clutching notebooks and cameras.

“Somehow I feel like I just became a little dumber.” Willa said walking over. “Oh that must be Anderson, Sherlock said he looked a little ferret like.”

“Lestrade” Anderson said looking up from his knees, he was at the height to be picking the lock “What are you doing here.”

“Visiting my girlfriend” Greg said pulling Anderson to his feet “Mind telling me what you are doing breaking into Willa’s flat”

“There’s never been anyone living here before when we came.” One of the other people said, a few more were murmuring about freaking out as DW Alley was standing right in front of them.

“You’ve broken in here before” Greg growled raising his voice and pulling Anderson in close “When?”

Willa took out her cell and started recording, not only for evidence should it be needed, but she figured Sherlock may want to see this if he ever decided to come home.

“Few times, like over a year ago.” Anderson sputtered out most of his group had started to go, only a tall thin blonde man and a shorter stocky woman remained. “It’s a part of our Empty Herse Club.”

“Your what?” Greg snarled.

“E.Em.Empty Herse Club, Sherlock has to be alive and we are trying to figure out how he faked his death” Anderson said

Greg’s nostrils flared and he gave Anderson a great shove forcing the man out into the hall and onto his backside.

“Your conspiracy theories have already got you suspended from your job; do you also want to wind up in jail?” Greg said standing over the fallen man “You trespassed on private property”

“It was empty, the landlady said she wouldn’t be renting it out, we figured we’d fall under squatters rights.” The stocky woman said.

“Well it’s rented now. Mrs. Hudson made a renters exception for Sherlock’s sister” Greg said “And this can be construed as breaking and entering”

“Sherlock, sister” Anderson said looking over at the filming Willa as he stood. “DW Alley is the sister of Sherlock, wow, I see where all the look went in the Family”

“Don’t push it Anderson” Greg said as he stared down the other two who started making their way down the steps.

“OH right you’re new squeeze” Anderson said he took a step towards Willa Greg moved a hand to the man’s chest to stop him from going any further. “I simply wish to ask her a few questions about her brother’s death, if that is what it really is.” “Have you no compassion.” Greg said moved Anderson closer to the stairs.

“How about an autograph” Anderson said. Greg paused to consider it.

“Then we can talk about the conspiracy” Anderson added.

Greg hulled off and punched Anderson sending the man into the wall.

“You, get out of here and if I ever see you around here again I will hand you over to her eldest brother a high ranking government official, and the tabloids as a stalker who breaks into celebrity houses.” Greg hollered as Anderson gathered himself and nodded “You keep yourself and your stupid club away from Willa, and you are damned lucky I will not be telling the Yard about this. Pull yourself together, and smarten up.”

Anderson took off. Outside a sleek black car watched then drove away confident the situation was handled.

Greg turned and looked at Willa who was just putting her phone in her pocket.

“I’m glad Mrs. Hudson is visiting a friend would hate for her to have to have seen this.” She said “that’s probably how they chose their break in days”

Greg wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. She put her head on his chest and he kissed the top of her head. He gave a shiver as the adrenaline came down. She gave a squeeze.

“Thank you” She said as she started to lead him back into the apartment. He paused to check to locks then followed her to the sofa.

She picked up the ice pack and placed it back on his eye, she went and got the coffee and biscuits set them on coffee table then curled up on the sofa next to Greg.

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Greg had stayed the night, Willa insisted, she may not have shown it outwardly but inside she had been shaking. She stayed cuddled tight with Greg the entire night. Shaken from the break in but also worried. What would Greg think of her that she knew Sherlock was alive and didn’t say anything to him? Would he feel betrayed? Would he understand?

Willa had just shivered causing Greg to move the blankets up more. HE wasn’t sleeping either instead he was watching her, occasionally kissing the top of her head or her forehead.

“You should sleep, you have to work in the morning” Willa said running her hand over his shoulder.

“I could call in. I have the time.” He replied

“No, No I don’t want to risk your job you having to call in because of me, you took time off after your fall, then mine, Plus I was thinking we could go see my parents at Christmas, I know it’s months away but I think my mom and dad would like to meet you.”

Greg smiled “Ok I think by then I’ll be up to meeting the parents. Gain enough nerve; prepare my answers to your father’s protective questions.”

“Oh you support Arsenal daddy will love you the minute you enter the door, it’s mummy you’ll have to please.” Willa said smiling and kissing him “Now get to sleep so you don’t fall asleep at your desk or something.”

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Willa sat in front of her laptop going over her schedule for the next few weeks. There was a photoshoot for Rolling stone she had pushed back after her fall, that was next Wednesday, the interview for the article would be the next day, they were meeting at a west end coffee shop. She knew the interviewer and was looking forward to seeing him again. There was a stack of fan mail to answer, and she had to start planning her birthday, she was wanting to partner with the British Museum and do an Egyptian theme with the kids getting dressed up and pharos and leaning about Egypt. They could have face painting, and crafts, she had learned how to mummify a baby carrot while in Winnipeg Canada while on a tour stop. She wondered if the London Zoo could bring in some falcons, she knew the Cleveland Zoo did two years ago when she held her Birthday there and they did a medieval feast for the kids. Then there was the gala dinner prep. She and Greg would be near the front and Willa had to prepare a speech as she and the Teen Cancer Trust had worked together to create a new lounge for cancer patients.

She reached down and rubbed her ankle, it was healing but still sore. She had been given the go ahead to leave take the splint off when at home. If she was going to be walking any great distance then she’s have to still wear it. The cast on her arm would be due to be swapped out for a brace soon and maybe a bit of physio to care for the muscles that hadn’t been getting much use.

The timer on the oven went and she stood and headed over, She was making some raisin bread as she had been craving it.

She heard the door click.

“Mrs. Hudson is that you?” She asked no answer “Greg?”

Willa turned to see a tall muscular ginger man standing in her sitting room.

“Who are you and how did you get into my flat?” she asked as she carefully made her way over to the mantel where she had her phone charging.

“You don’t recognize me it’s ok. I was near the back of the group. I’m Everett I’m part of the Empty Herse club, After Mr. Anderson picked the lock the first time I went on line and learned, never wanted to come here without the club before, till I saw you yesterday Miss Holmes.” He said taking a step forward.

Willa started to reach up for her phone when Everett charged. He grabbed her by the shoulders and started dragging her across the floor; she tried to gain some footing when he suddenly picked her up around the chest pinning her arms to her body.

She tried to wiggle out as he neared the hallway leading to the washroom and Sherlock’s room she tried to knock him over she lifted her legs and was just about to push off the wall when he stumbled forward a bit. Her foot hit the wall twisting her ankle sending new pain up the near healed joint.

“I’m a huge fan” Everett said “I always dreamed of meeting you. And now I know who your brother is, you can help me out by telling me everything about him and you and I can prove all those club members wrong, and I can reward you with my unconditional love.”

“I have a boyfriend” Willa said as she tried again to free her arms from his tight grip.

“Who that old Copper, you could do a lot better than someone 20 years your senior” Everett said as he pulled out one of her kitchen chairs with his foot.

“Greg is ten times the man you’ll ever be pulling off stupid shenanigans like this” Willa said driving her bare foot down hard on his foot.

“Ow bitch” Everett said throwing her down on the ground. Willa barely got her arms up to prevent her head from hitting the floor. She reached for his legs only to have his boot meet her side.

HE pulled her up and slammed her down on the chair and made quick work of tying her arms behind her.

“Now, tell me everything about Sherlock Holmes” Everett said sitting down on a chair next to her.

“Bugger off.” Willa said

“Fine then kiss me”

“Get bent”

Everett stood and paced the kitchen.

“Anderson wasn’t too picky who joined his little club was he” Willa said adjusting herself in the chair. “My brother always said he was stupid, but letting hot headed psychos in is a real low.”

“I’m not a psycho” Everett yelled.

So loud, Willa thought, wouldn’t Mrs. Hudson hear all this, Willa hoped she didn’t come up, wouldn’t want her involved in this.

“OK, ok not a psycho, just an ill prepared menace” Willa said looking at the clock. Wasn’t even noon, Greg was working late tonight wrapping up some investigations, oh how his eye looked when they woke up, the swelling was gone but the colour so purple and a bit brownish. And besides he wasn’t going to come over tonight as she had an early morning interview with a local morning talk/news show.

“I’m not ill prepared. If you’re wondering about your landlady, I barricaded her in her apartment she ain’t getting out to get no one, cut her phone line too.” Everett smirked

Little moron, Willa thought, Mrs. Hudson has a cell phone. Oh but please don’t call Greg away from work, it will look awful him getting pulled away by her again. Maybe she’ll call John, John can call Mycroft, maybe Mycroft already knew and the Calvary was coming.

“So if I am not going to tell you what you want to hear, what are you going to do? Sit here and stare at me till my boyfriend comes?” Willa said as Everett placed.

“You talk he comes and I’ll be gone.” Everett said

“Really you break into my flat, you assault me tie me up, then if I magically give you what you want to hear, you’ll untie me and leave.” Willa said

“Yes”

“So I can then call my boyfriend Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade of the New Scotland Yard’s Criminal Investigation Department.” Willa said Everett continued to pace “Or I could call my elder brother, he’s a high ranking official in the Government, He could make you disappear and make sure that no one remembered you, not even your own parents.”

Everett grabbed the knife Willa had taken out to cut up some fruit.

He turned and held it against her throat.

“How about if you don’t talk I cut your fucking throat and leave? Without your brother around who could tell the coppers about all the subtle clues.”

“My brother would find you. You should be scared of Greg, but you should be terrified of my brother.” Willa smiled

“You aren’t fooling me, you don’t even have a name for this other brother, you’re making him up”

“I assure you Mycroft is very real” Willa smirked; this guy was in deep now. No holding back, even if Mrs. Hudson called Greg, Willa’s first call would be to Mycroft and this toe rag would not even be a blip in the world. Willa was already regretting not fully unleashing on him in the first place; she was giving him a chance. But now she wished she had just snapped his neck the minute he charged at her. Then again maybe she was getting soft; it had been almost two years since she used any of the training she had.

“Mycroft, Mycroft, who the hell names a child Mycroft.” Everett said easing up on her neck and stepping away.

“Mycroft, Sherlock, and Wilhelmina, our parents like things unique. There is ano… no let’s not talk about him” Willa said wiggling her arms. He wasn’t very good at knots and Willa was determined to free herself, at least he had been smart enough to tie the one above the cast. That would make it be difficult.

Everett started pacing again. Willa pulled at her restraints. He went to sit in the black chair that faced the kitchen.

“You do not sit there.” Willa said loudly, “That is his chair and no one is to sit there.”

“Anderson sat in it all the time”

“And Anderson is going to get a right smack if I ever see him again” Willa said fuming.

She heard the car drive up and park, Everett when and looked out the window, and ran back over to Willa and started searching her.

“What are you looking for?” Willa asked as she heard the front door downstairs open.

“How did he find out?” Was all Everett said

“What?” Willa asked she was so close to getting her uncasted hand out once it was out the other would be easy.

“That damned boyfriend of yours” Everett

“You know Mrs. Hudson has a cell phone right, her nephew bought it for her” Willa said

The front door opened and Greg came around the corner. Everett charged Greg put up his arms to defend himself; Everett lashed out wildly and embedded the smaller knife in Greg’s upper arm.

Willa yanked her arms free and ran forward. She grabbed Everett by the shoulder and pulled him around before smashing her cast across his face sending him to the floor in a bleeding crumpled heap.

Willa stepped over the intruder and pushed Greg down into Sherlock’s chair and started removing his shirt.

“Easy Willa I’m ok.” Greg said as Donovan and Dimmock entered with a frazzled looking Mrs. Hudson.

Willa went to the washroom and grabbed some of the medical stuff John had left behind in a kit. She turned to Donavan as she ripped open a medicated wipe.

“Lock this asshole up and hold him till Mycroft get there.” Willa said cleaning Greg’s arm “You’re going to need stitches”

“Ah ok” Greg said as he watched Willa limp over to the sofa to grab a pillow as Donovan started the arrest procedure on Everett. “Willa maybe you should sit down”

Her pajama pant leg was pushed up and he could see the swelling and growing bruise on her ankle.

“I’m fine” Willa said bringing the pillow over and propping up is arm on it. She dug thought the medical kit “Ah he did leave something to numb it with.” Willa said removing the needle.

“Maybe I should call John” Mrs. Hudson said, it was just the three of them left in the room

“Why I can do stitches” Willa said as she injected the needled labeled lidocaine into Greg’s arm.

Greg sat quietly Willa had a different look about her. Her eyes looked hard mean and angry not the sweet smiling eyes and gentle eyes Greg has seen the near year he’d known her for.

Mrs. Hudson just watched as Willa did the stitches with more precision then Greg had ever seen a doctor do. She tied it off, cleaned it again and bandaged it as Donovan and Dimmock reentered.

Willa just looked up at them. Greg could see the adrenaline leaving her as she curled up on him lap.

“Sir did you need a doctor?” Donovan said surveying the scene.

“No, arms fine Willa took care of it. Mrs. Hudson could you call John though to have him come and look at Willa’s ankle she reinjured it and I just want to make she she’s ok.” Greg said holding her close.

Mrs. Hudson nodded and went.

“Did you want up to take the prisoner to the lockup?” Dimmock asked

“Yes please, Tell the boss I’m staying here to help the victim.” Greg said kissing Willa’s forehead.

“I’m sure when her creepy brother shows up, because I know he will. He’ll give the boss everything he needs.” Donovan said as her and Dimmock turned and went.

“Where did you learn to do stitches like that? Patching up roadies?” Greg asked with a small smile

“Learned it in my field training.” Willa said running her hand through his hair.

“Field training?? Like Scouts or Cadets?”

“MI-6” Willa replied as she carefully stood.

“MI-6 when did you train with them?” Greg said sitting he was confused Willa was a rock star. Gold records and a voice like an angel.

“Just before my first album, been working for them since, well till I retired.” Willa said limping over to the sofa. “I guess since we’ve taken our relationship to the sexual stage I should be perfectly honest with you. Since you seem to be entwined in my problems now too.”

“Truth about what?”

Willa text John to keep Mrs. Hudson downstairs she’d call when they were needed then shut and locked the door.

Greg was worried, how badly was Willa shaken by this break in?

“I’m aware Mycroft told you of my eating disorder when I was a teen, and you know I was taking drugs by 14 do you know how easy it was for me to get heroin in the music clubs I’d frequent even being a teen. At 17 I overdosed, once I was lucid enough Sherlock, who was at the time dealing with his own addictions got it in his mind that he would scare me out of taking drugs. So when I was asleep he carried me down to the Hospitals morgue and locked me in one of the disabled fridges. I woke up and panicked. Mycroft and Mummy rescued me, only after I was near catatonic from shock. Mycroft enrolled me in an addictions program and gave me one of London’s best psychologists, who also happened to work in government with Mycroft. My little experience in the fridge had changed me, I was angry and bitter, I felt betrayed by Sherlock. How could my brother that I loved so much do something so horrible to me. I learned later he himself was high at the time and was just trying to help in his own mottled way.” Willa curled on the sofa, Greg stood and went to get an ice pack for her leg

Willa stared at the ceiling and continued

“The psychologist determined that I was the perfect fit for some of MI-6’s more clandestine operations. I was put into the training program, but I still wanted to make music. The higher ups thought that that would be an excellent cover and money was spent to find the best of the best to be my band. I chose the name after my London safe haven, the Paddington station and the Paddington bear statue. What Mycroft and my new bosses could not have predicted was the success of our first album and how we skyrocketed to fame. Mycroft was impressed and so were the higher ups. They changed my directive. My music career was first and foremost but if I was in a city that they needed something done, I was given a file. It started easy enough of grabbing some files from an ambassador of business man. Who would suspect the special guests. My bandmates knew nothing of this, the only other agent in the group was my manager. After the first three years they upped my directive. You see we were gaining even more popularity on the world market not just Britain and North America. We were in Jakarta on a world tour stop when the first new order came in; I was given my folder and in it was my target. I had been upped to assassin.”

Willa teared up Greg was now sitting on the floor next to her holding her hand, she hadn’t even noticed him come over or take her hand in his.

“So it went. The drive by in LA was in retaliation, my publicist who at the time was also an agent was the target but I got hit, no one not even the more blackest of black ops knows the truth about me. Then just over two years ago on the last leg of our world tour I had a job in China, I got my target but a child got hurt, he lived but I couldn’t do it anymore, I called my bosses and said I was done. They surprisingly accepted. I wanted to focus on my music but as the tour ran on, I realized the longest break I’d ever had was a month is that. I needed more I needed stability. So after I learned about Sherlock and after the tour was over I came home. A semi-retired rock star and a fully retired MI-6 assassin, who’s fallen madly in love with a Detective Inspector, who’s probably going to walk out the first chance he gets now that he knows the truth and how messed up I really am inside.” Willa sniffled.

“I’m not going to leave you. I’ve been around Holmes’s enough to know there’s always more than meets the eye. Your past is your past, it’s the woman I see before me now that I fell in love with and the woman heard about is still her, but it’s all said and done. I still love you and I am still going to be here for you.” Greg said moving so that he sat Willa up on the sofa then sat and put her head on his lap cradling her. “ I am grateful that you felt comfortable enough after all of this to tell me the truth. I can’t say I am ok with what you did but, I am not one who can judge, I have navigated on the outside of the law and not just with your brother, but I have crossed that line if it meant getting justice. And I am sure your bosses had good reason to send you those targets”

“All war criminals some with heavy crimes against the Geneva convention” Willa said, “My brother didn’t want to make me a heartless killer he just made me a global vigilante”

“And they had no problem with you writing a song called Vigilant Warrior” Greg said with a smirk.

“All made up scenarios” Willa said. “My first love was my music. I was scared if I told them I wanted to stop earlier they would end my music career. All the relationships I got in because I wanted to be a normal celebrity not one with a secret agenda that did not include charity work”

“You didn’t like the killing?”

“Threw up after every hit” Willa said resting her head on shoulder.

Greg kissed her

“And that right there is the reason why you deserve your normal life. If I wasn’t terrified Mycroft would make me vanish I would have a word with him about what he had you do.” Greg gave a small smile.

“He wouldn’t care in his eyes he did what he had to do.” Willa smiled

The door opened, Greg was sure he had locked it; John, Mary and Mrs. Hudson were standing there with Mycroft who if Greg was not mistaken looked a little frazzled.

“My dear Willa are you alright” Mycroft asked as he hurried in

“I’m fine just bruised my ankle” Willa said sitting the pain that shot though her side made her stop and she unconsciously wrapped her uncasted hand around herself.

“Dr. Watson is here he will be the judge of your condition” Mycroft said leaning down and kissing Willa’s forehead. Willa just nodded as Mycroft went to sit in the chair. It was odd for Greg to see the cracks in the hard Mycroft exterior.

Greg went to move but Willa just gripped his arm tight.

“Stay there Greg, John can assess me fine like this.” Willa said as John started examining her ankle.

Mary looked at Greg’s arm (he still hadn’t put his shirt back on)

“It’s ok Willa patched me up, She’s good too” Greg smiled

“You need an x-ray” John said wrapping Willa’s ankle “I think you broke it” Willa just nodded. As John moved to check her side “We’ll get an X-ray of those too, I think they are just bruised by better to be safe than sorry.”

Willa just nodded. Greg stood and went to lift her up.

“No you are resting that arm” Mary said “It should be in a sling to prevent you pulling your stitches”

“I don’t need a sling” Greg replied as Mycroft came over and scooped up Willa into his arms, her head laid against his shoulders. The adrenaline was draining and Willa was asleep by the time they reached the car.

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Willa slept soundly in her bed, her ankle was in a boot like walking cast, and her ribs were bruised and so they had taped them with a stretchy kind of a tape that would offer support without hindering her normal breathing.

Greg was down at the kitchen table with Mycroft, John and Mary. John had made Greg get checked out and the doctor was very impressed with the handiwork of Willa, but had insisted on Greg being in a sling, which Greg had taken off as soon as they got home.

Mycroft had sent over some of his men and the lock on 221b was changed to a new unpickable one. John and Mary were given a key as was Greg, and Mrs. Hudson. Willa’s new key was in her purse already. Greg also had a new number in his phone. It was a pound prompts of #42 filed under brother. It was Greg’s direct line to Mycroft should he or Willa need him. It was Mycroft’s gift to Greg in gratitude of his caring for Willa.

Greg sipped his coffee. Mycroft had spoken freely and was letting everyone know that there were going to be new cameras and constant monitoring of Baker Street. There was going to be a city ordinance passed that would not allow for large gatherings of people without a permit, this would also dissuade the paparazzi that had begun to form after it was leaked by Everett where Willa lived. Everyone at the table knew that there was no chance that Willa would ever move. And they would not force her, so extra security measures were put in place.

Her publicist and manager had already stopped by to talk to Mycroft, They were new Mycroft had informed them, Willa’s old ones had decided to hook up with another touring band. Greg knew the truth, Willa told him when he was tucking her in, they are actual real management and publicity, and the others went back in the field as agents. Willa’s photo shoot was still going ahead, Mycroft could have pulled Greg from his job to guide her but Willa was insistent that Greg not ruin his career by putting all his time and focus on her, she was scared it would ruin their relationship. Instead Mycroft would be accompanying her to the photoshoot, and her manager would be in attendance at every meeting. Her talk show appearance was pushed back till the next day. They wanted to outright cancel but Willa hated canceling and insisted that she would be fine after a day of rest.

Greg would be her date and guard for all evening events should he be tied up at work Mary or John would accompany her as a friend. Mycroft would prefer John as his military training made him better equipped for security.

Greg felt weird talking about will while she was upstairs sleeping.

“I have been the executer of the conservatorship we put over Willa since its creation on her 18th birthday” Mycroft said stirring his tea to dissolve the sugar. “I became consultant on her security the moment she became famous. Not to be immodest but my sister is a global star, yet one who just looks to share her music. Yes she had her moments when she thrust herself into the spotlight only to shrink back into wanting a private life. She loves her fans, minus ones like Everett, and wants to be available for them without being pulled by the masses and ones who would look to take her down a darker path. So I took over security. She had many attempts on her by stalkers and overzealous fans, but always stopped before she noticed. I let the full efforts be dropped after she returned home and moved in here, I should have known better. But with these new protocols in place, Willa will be safe.”

“But to watch her every move” Mary spoke up.

“I will not be watching her directly I own my sister that much of her privacy, I will simply be monitoring the area around where she is. For example here, there are no cameras in the flat and there never will be, however there is now a camera trained on the door downstairs and many more on the street. The keys you have all have a transponder in them it will set up a log of who accesses the flat and when, this information will only be available to Willa after I give her log in instructions when she wakes. If in the unlikely event someone get a hold of one of the keys and makes a duplicate the key will be able to unlock the door but with no transponder it will send a signal to the program and if Willa does not deactivate the sensor trip it will alert me and a team will be sent to make sure she is ok. You all also have my direct line on your phones, only to be used if at the utmost necessity. If it is an emergency dial 999 and I will find out.” Mycroft stopped to sip his tea.

Greg took another drink of his coffee, he knew by falling in love with Willa he was going to have a hectic life. But this, he hope he could do what was needed, her didn’t want to let her down.

“She’s been home almost a year” Mycroft continued “It’s become a game for fans and press alike to try and find her, this will all die down eventually. Willa knew what she was facing, and I hope this doesn’t affect her relationships with any of you”

“I got used to an odd life with Sherlock” John spoke up “I am sure I can handle this”

“I’m fine with it” Mary said “Everyone deserves a normal life”

“Whatever anyone out there” Greg said waving his hand in the direction of the street “Wants or thinks, it does not affect how I feel about her. I didn’t fall in love with DW Alley, I fell in love with Willa Holmes and I’m staying with Willa Holmes no matter what.”

Mycroft gave an honest genuine warm smile

“I was right, you two are meant for each other” Mycroft smiled. “I must go. Give my love to Willa and tell her to call me tomorrow after she’s up for a bit, not too early she needs her rest.”

Mycroft stood and took his cup and saucer over to the sink before gathering his umbrella and heading out. He was met at the bottom of the stairs by Mrs. Hudson, she was looking a lot better after being barricaded in her flat. She held up a box for him.

“Just some custard tarts” She smiled “Willa, John and Greg love them so I made them a batch; I thought you should have some too. You are such a caring protective brother, Sherlock was lucky to have you and now Willa is too.”

“Thank you Mrs. Hudson. I shall share them with Anthea she loves a good custard” Mycroft gave the older woman and smile as he took the box and headed out.

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Willa carefully made her way down the stairs, her bed was empty when she woke was Greg that mad that he didn’t stay. Not that she would blame him, not only for getting involved in a scuffle because of her fame but also from her adrenaline fueled confession. The door to the main flat sat a little a jar. Willa carefully pushed it open to see Greg curled up on the sofa asleep, the telly still on low. She smiled and carefully sat on the edge of the sofa and kissed his cheek. His eyes opened.

“Moring” She said running her hand down his cheek “You’re warm.” She said putting her hand on his forehead

“I’m fine” He said carefully sitting, his arm was stiff

Willa unbandaged his arm and frowned “It looks a little infected, I cleaned it well, Mary said the doctor cleaned it again too.”

“Yeah and I showered last night too” Greg said wincing as Willa inspected the cut.

“You used my body wash again didn’t you?” Willa asked raising an eyebrow.

“I like the smell.” Greg smiled

“It has micro scrubbing beads in it, micro scrubbing beads that have irritated and caused and infection to form in your cut.” Willa said as she poked at it “You have two options. You let me clean it and restitch it wear your sling and go to work, or go to the hospital have them flush it out restitch it and them make you take the day off and I know you don’t like taking personal days for your own personal self”

“You can do it, hate hospitals”

“OK”

Willa went and gathered the supplies she needed, she removed the stitches she had put in then went about cleaning it out thoroughly, She then restitched it and redressed it.

“I know you don’t like wearing a sling but the stab went into the muscles and this will keep them from moving too much so they can heal. In fact maybe I should wrap that upper arm.” Willa dug though the kit and found an elastic bandage and wrapped it around his bicep before putting his arm in the sling. “There all ready to face the world, and I will be texting Sally to get her to keep an eye on you to make sure you leave this sling on” Willa smiled and kissed him before heading to the kitchen

A couple of Mrs. Hudson’s tarts and a cup of coffee later Greg was off to work while Willa planned to cuddle with the cats all day, they cats who normally spent most of their time in Sherlock’s room (it was warm for them) or on by the windows. Since the back to back break ins they stayed close to Willa and Greg.

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Willa was grateful for things getting back to a more normal day. It had been two weeks since Everett’s break in. Her cast was gone only an elastic bandage remained and the walking boot had been replaced with an ankle brace, and her ribs were feeling more normal. Greg’s arm now only bore a small scar

She was in bed curled around Greg, she hadn’t looked at the clock but was pretty sure it was sometime after noon. That was fine, they had gotten in very late… or was that early.. After the Teen Cancer trust gala ball. Greg had had the time of his life. He had met so many rock and acting stars. And as Willa had promised he met Roger Daltrey, in fact she hadn’t told him that they were sitting at Rogers’s table, and she made sure Greg was sitting next to him the whole night. The two got along great after Greg’s initial star-struck-ness. Willa had a wonderful time and was able to just forget everything that had happened over the last two weeks, and have fun, they ate amazing food heard amazing music, they were able to meet some of the teens the new cancer care lounge helped, and Willa was planning on visiting soon to show they kids how to play some of her songs on the instruments there. And then her and Greg danced, and danced, and danced.

They had rolled into Baker Street sometime around 3am, and that’s when even more fun started. Willa had fun peeling Greg out of his three piece suit. She even added a snapping of his braces on his chest before undoing them and sliding him out of his perfectly tailored trousers.

She doesn’t even know what time they stopped playing around and fell asleep, but she was all sure that it wasn’t more than a few hours ago. She woke and stretched.

Greg couldn’t get the day off but instead opted to have a night shift, which was fine with Willa her guitar, note pad, a case of Dr. Pepper she ordered from America and her cats had a date. If only the fans knew all their favorite big rock ballads and hits were written in the jimjams usually surrounded by pets and drinking a sugary beverage while nibbling on Jammie Dodgers, prawn cocktail crisps and smarties. Willa ate well but in her writing moods she indulged… sometimes over indulged on junk food.

Willa headed to the kitchen and put on the coffee before looking up at the clock. 1:36pm ok, not bad. Greg had to be into work at 4. She would make him breakfast maybe share the shower with him that made her smile. Then send him off and start writing. She put the coffee on then dug around to see what cereal she had in the cupboard.

AS the smell of coffee filled the flat Greg made his way downstairs.

“Moring” he said kissing Willa

“Afternoon” Willa said kissing him then his neck before starting to suck at his neck giving an almost faded hickey a new brightness.

Greg smiled and there they went at it again on the kitchen floor, Cooper, Marshmallow and Harlow all watching from their perch on the kitchen table. The shower and food was done quickly and without much fanfare.

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Greg sat in his office going over the paperwork, he had been surprised when Donovan also opted to take the night shift, she had said something about not wanting him to be alone and getting to party on a Thursday night.

Willa was sitting on his desk, she had brought him some takeaway and some homemade coffee for his dinner.

“Writers block?” He asked with a smile as she entered.

“Yeah and I was going to go visit Mary but then I remembered what day it was” Willa said setting the food containers on the desk.

Greg narrowed his eyes while thinking then a smile of realization spread across his face.

“That’s tonight, I almost forgot. If all goes according to plan you’re going to be hoping and praying that Mary picks out some decent bridesmaids dresses in a nice colour” Greg smiled “Big step for them, marriage proposal.”

“Yeah” Willa smiled; they both stared at their food and ate in silence for a minute. “You know” Willa started “Since we are seeing more of each other and you are spending more and more time at Baker street I was thinking that you should just.”

Willa was cut off by her phone ringing the Imperial March from Star War played. Willa picked it up.

“Hello, Mycroft” Willa said, a little annoyed at being interrupted. Greg watched as she furrowed her brow “Ok I’m on my way, no I’m at New Scotland Yard. Ok”

She stood and started gathering her things. “I have to go. Sorry I will explain everything later.”

“Is everything alright?” Greg asked slightly worried.

“Yes, yes wonderfully alright. I’ll call you later.” Willa said giving him and kiss and heading out.

Greg sighed and returned to eating his food.

Willa headed down to the street where the car was waiting. She climbed in and it was off to Mycroft’s office.

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Willa exited the car and headed up to the office, her smile grew as she saw the man sitting in the chair, his hair was much longer than she had ever seen it before and he has a beard to rival that of a hermit.

“Sherlock!” Willa exclaimed as she raced forward and hugged him. He gave a little wince before wrapping her in his arms and returning the hug.

“Willa. You’ve been injured. A fall while running, or a fight?” Sherlock said studying his little sister.

“Bit of both but it’s no bother.” Willa said looking him over “You’ve been tortured!”

“Just a little nothing I couldn’t handle” Sherlock said with a smile.

“You look like one of your homeless network. Mycroft get me a razor and some shaving soap. Sherlock needs a shave.” Willa smiled.

“I called in someone” Mycroft replied.

“Nonsense Mummy showed me how to give a man a proper shave, I’ve done it for both of you in the past and I have shaved Greg and my bandmates, who do you, think gave Benson his Seneca Crane cut” Willa smiled as she guided Sherlock to a chair.

“You’re not still working with Mycroft are you?” Sherlock asked glancing between the two

“No I’m retired.” Willa smiled as the shavings supplied were brought. “Going to have to get someone to do your hair though, don’t want to mess up those gorgeous curls” She laughed as she began to shave. She handled the straight razor like it was an extension of her hand.

Once she and the barber were done she stepped out to allow her brother to dress.

Once he was dressed she returned and smiled, there was her brother, the stoic yet playful Sherlock Holmes.

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