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|05| - Temporary

"They weren't trying to kill her of course, it was only a warning." Sherlock says after a moment, clasping his hands behind his back. "I think it'd be best if she stayed with me."

Greg immediately disagrees, shaking his head with a scowl. "I don't think so." he folds his arms across his chest. Sherlock sighs for the umpteen time, rolling his eyes. An action that annoyed Greg more than it should have. "I'm her family, she stays with me,"

"That's exactly what they'd expect. That kind of thinking would get you killed." Sherlock sizes Greg up, "If she's with you, then you'd both be in danger." Sherlock glares at Greg and he glares back, he wasn't going to give up. As much as he hated to say it, he didn't trust Sherlock Holmes. Not with his niece. He still didn't know what he was doing with her anyway.

He would've told himself it wasn't his business, if it were someone else. But it wasn't, she's his niece and it's damn well his business. He'd go to hell and back before she tangles herself up in whatever Sherlock's tangled up in.

Sherlock pulled his lips into a thin line, "Trust me, I'll take care of her." he says at length.

"I could take care of myself just fine, thank you." a voice croaks, and the two men turn to face the owner. Y/n was awake, just barely, but she was glaring at the both of them. Not looking to pleased to see either of them there for that matter. Greg turns back to look at Sherlock and nodded towards the door with a tilt of his chin. He wanted him out of the room so that he could have a moment with her.

Sherlock stares at him for a moment, floundering for a bit before leaving. Greg sighs, running a hand through his hair in attempt to calm down before he went back to the chair. Y/n was still glaring at him when he sat down. "What did I do?" he asks and Y/n shakes her head.

"You should thank him you know, he did save my life," she says pointedly, shifting slightly with a grimace.

Greg watches her for a moment and sighs, "I would..." he felt bad now, knowing that just a few moments ago, he wished Sherlock had been here in her stead. But he saved her life. Now he has to thank him and apologize.

He looks up at Y/n, but she wasn't watching him. He wanted to ask what the hell was going on, he needed to know. If someone was after her, he has the right to know why.

"I think it would be best if I stayed with Holmes." Y/n says suddenly after the silence got too loud. Greg blinks, all his previous thoughts escaping him.

"No. You're not staying with him. I don't care what's going on between the both of you."

"There's nothing going on between me and Holmes." Y/n says, looking at him as though he sprouted another head. Greg inwardly sighs, at least he doesn't have to worry about that happening. "I just think he's got a good point."

So she'd heard then.

"Y/n," Greg begins gently, "You know you could tell me anything. I want to know what's going on. Why's someone trying to kill you?"

Y/n reaches over and takes his hand, "I know," she says, "I'll tell you... I promise. But not today, I'd put you in danger if you knew,"

"I can help," Greg protests.

"Not with this. Believe me." Y/n says, and it frustrated Greg even more now. It was one thing knowing someone was definitely after her, but now she wouldn't tell him why. "You're going to have to trust me."

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The next two weeks were spent in the hospital with Y/n doing nothing but resting. Greg had allowed her to stay with Sherlock once she got out of the hospital. It wasn't like he could've stopped her from going anyway, she would've gone with or without his permission. She had to again assure him that there was nothing going on between Holmes and herself, she didn't even know where he got that stupid idea from.

Y/n had stayed in her room on most days, even though Dr. Sharpe had prompt her to walk around as much as she could, to exercise the wound as she'd put it. But Y/n couldn't really do much, she didn't want to. Not when she was looking over her shoulder every minute. She needed to keep her eyes wide open, she had to keep her guard up. It was only a matter of time now.

Sarah had been in to see her some time ago, which mostly entailed her getting scolded like a child.

Should've been more careful.

Its just us, now.

Like she didn't know that. She knew she should've been more careful. But she didn't think twice before she just went out with Holmes. She thought that maybe she'd get a bit of normal, after the hell her life was. Even if his intention was trying to get her to tell him about his new case.

When her two weeks were up and she was discharged and allowed to go home, while she was making sure that she'd packed everything back into her bag, she was visited by someone she'd never thought she'd see again.

"Y/n..."

The woman stood in the doorway, worry creasing her eyebrows as she watched her. Y/n blanched, dropping her bag on the floor, watching the woman come into the room and close the door behind her.

"Renée," Y/n says quietly, "What are you doing here? You know we're not supposed to see each other, you're putting yourself in danger."

Renée was Tyler's wife, and like everyone else, Y/n had cut ties with her. So that she could stay out of this mess that was coming back to haunt them. She could only imagine what the woman was going through, now a widow and probably on his list.

The woman puts her hands up, "I know, but I had to come. Sarah told me what happened." she says, "I had to make sure you're alright, and to give you this."

Renée walks to her, her brown curls bouncing with her movements, she hands her a slip of paper. Ashe looks down at the paper, nodding slightly at it, "I'm leaving for a bit, but if you absolutely need to see me, you can go there," she says, pointing to the paper before leaving as swiftly as she came.

Y/n puts the slip of paper into a pocket of her bag and finished her packing before shouldering it. She met Sarah outside the Hospital, who agreed to take her home to get her extra things for her stay at Sherlock's. She didn't expect to stay long, so she didn't pack much.

She didn't mention anything about Renée's visit, not wanting yo give Sarah another thing to worry about. She was enough like a mother Hen already. The drive to Baker street was quiet, mostly. Small pockets of silence filled with reassurances and promises. Y/n knew Sarah wasn't going to let her leave the car without making her promise that she'd be okay, twice.

It was no surprise that Holmes was standing outside the black door when they pulled up. He stood there, hands behind his back, barely bothered with them as Y/n said her goodbyes to Sarah.

"I'll call you at some point, take care." Y/n climbs out of the car, waving slightly at the redhead. Sarah nods, watching Holmes for a while before driving off.

"Hi," Y/n greets and he nods, taking her bag from her before he led her inside. Y/n stops when she sees the stairs and groans, hearing Sherlock chuckle, she turns her head to face him. "I'm glad you find this amusing," she mutters, climbing the stairs a moment later. Already feeling a dull ache from the wound in her stomach.

Once inside the flat, Y/n follows Sherlock through his kitchen and into his bedroom. "You can stay here for the time being," he says as he drops her bag at the foot of his bed.

"Thanks for this, Sherlock," Y/n says and almost laughs at the startled look that crosses his face. Since she's met him, she's never called him by his first name.

He offers a small smile, "You're welcome."