I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


12. Family Doesn't End With Blood

I wake up the next morning to the warm rays of sun from my window. I turn on my side to see PJ, still shirtless, eyes semi-wide open.

"Morning." He says with a minor voice crack. I smile.

"Morning to you as well." We both chuckle slightly. We kiss, even with our morning breath. I start to kiss at PJ's shoulder he turns to look at my alarm clock on his side of the bed.

"Aw man..." PJ groans as he starts to get out of bed, "I have to go." I sit up, grab his arm, and pull him back. He chuckles as I make my way on top of him.

"You don't have to go anywhere." I whisper seductively, then I kiss him once more.

He laughs. "Yes I do...I need to go film..."

"Hmmmm..." I say as I try to think. "Let's look at your options...you can either stay here, with me..." I bite my lip to contain a seductive smirk. "Or you can go and film..." PJ laughs, but still gets out of bed, and I get out as well. After I put on my robe I face the window to try and feel the warm sunlight again. I feel the sensation of PJ's arms wrapping around me instead. PJ had put on his jeans, but not his shirt. His gentle hands move to my stomach as he starts to kiss my neck. I just savor the moment, wishing that it could stay like this forever...

PJ kisses my lips once more, puts on his shirt, and approaches the door. I walk up to him and nuzzle his chest.

"I love you, PJ Ligouri."

"And I love you too, Rachel Wilson." And with that, we part, and he turns the knob and pushes.


And then there was John.

In the doorway.

With a very surprised look on his face.


PJ quickly shuts the door behind him with a panicked look on his face. I start running my hands through my hair nervously.

"Shit!" I swear under my breath.

"What do we do?!" PJ whispers, scared that John will hear us.

"Okay...okay...we need to calm down...and think..." I say as I start to pace around the room. "I'll...I'll just explain it to him...he'll understand if I tell him what happened." I then have a horrible realization. We look each other in the eyes and he realizes it as well...

"Oh God...he thinks we had sex..." I say to myself to make sure I was correct. PJ slaps his hand on his forehead, knowing I was right.

"But we didn't!" PJ exclaimed. "I mean...we're not even 18 yet!" I take a deep breath. I know what I have to do.

"PJ...move out of the way please...I'm going to confront John..."

"Are you sure?" PJ asks in a reassuring tone. I nod.

He takes a step back.

I reach for the knob.

I open the door.

And I get punched square in the face...


"So...you didn't have sex with him?"

"John, for the last time, I didn't have sex with him!"

I pour John some more coffee as I continue to hold a tissue to my bleeding nose.

After I was punched in the face, PJ got chased out of 221B by John, and the reason John had come in the first place was because he was my guard for today.

"Then why were you in your underwear when I saw you?" He raises his eyebrows as if he had brought up a certain point. I sigh as I try to come up with something to explain.

"They went on a romantic picnic, came back here because he was her guard for yesterday, they 'made out' as normal people call it, clothes were taken off, they didn't have sex, I rest my case." Sherlock says outside the door.

"Thank you, Sherlock." I say look at John with a slight rage in my eyes. John looked kind of grumpy after Sherlock proved my point to where it made him look similar to a hedgehog. After a long silence, John sighs.

"I'm sorry, Rachel...It's just..." He pauses for a moment, as if he was trying to find the right words to say. "I know you don't have that much of a family. You have had to grow up way too fast, and I don't think anyone should have to go through what you have been through, especially at your age..."

He pauses for a moment. "And?" I ask in a curious voice.

"I just...I have the feeling to make you apart of our little family here on Baker Street. You know, with Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson and me. We just want to be the family that you've never been able to have. We want to look out for you." He gets up and takes both my hands, and tears are forming in both of our eyes. "We want you to stop running from your past and help you towards your future. I mean, that's what families do, right?" I wrap my arms around John as tears start to pour out of our eyes.

"I'm not the only one who needs a family here, John..." I say through my tears and John's jumper. "Sherlock needs one since the only person he has left is his cold hearted brother; Mrs. Hudson needs on since she lost her husband in Florida; and John...you might as well need one more than I do..." I squeeze him even harder. "I'm sorry, John..."

"It's okay, Rachel...It's okay now...your family is always here for you..."

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