Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

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(Instead of pictures I will be using songs for every chapter this time :D)

A year had passed since my "incident". Sherlock and I had made our relationship official to the world and continued working side by side. Moriarty hadn't caused any trouble for us, which worried me, what was he lying low for? I sat back at my desk fiddling with a pen after writing another few theories of where Moriarty could be. We had turned my old room into a study since I now slept in Sherlock's room. I sold my flat downstairs after Sherlock asked me to move in with him full time, three months into our relationship. The study was by far my favourite room in the flat, it was comfortable and welcoming. Sherlock would tease me and say I showed more sentiment to the room than him. I laugh every time. I finished my last theory and put it on the desk, and stood to go get some tea. Sherlock was on John's laptop in the kitchen, he was indulged in research.
"Hey Sherlock!" I smiled and sat down beside him.
"Yes love?" He didn't even turn to face me.
"I came out to get some tea, but I saw you were working, so I decided to bug you!" I reported. He scoffed playfully and looked at me.
"Very rude." He chuckled. I laughed a bit and ruffle his hair.
"I am a rude person!" I stood and went over to the kettle.
"You're a beautiful person." He retorted romantically. I blushed and smiled at him.
"Since when were you sweet?" I teased.
"Since I met you!" He stood and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my head as I poured the boiling water into my chipped glass.
"We should watch beauty and the beast." I said suddenly.
"Why?" Sherlock kept hugging me as I walked across the kitchen.
"Because I have a chipped glass, and I want to watch the movie." I turned in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his lips. He smiled down at me.
"I have to go to work." I pulled away grinning as he pouted.
"Fine, John is coming over today anyways to help me with a case." Sherlock sat back down at his computer.
"Tell him I said hi then!" I waved on my way out the door. I sipped my tea and opened the door to my new car, I decided to buy one about a month ago. I drove to my work, I had a plastic cover over my cup so the tea wouldn't spill and it would stay warm. I entered the building, Charles was waiting at the door.
"Hey Y/N!" He smiled widely.
"Hello Charles." I nodded to him and walked to my office. I put my tea on my desk and went straight to work. I looked up seeing Charles in the doorway. He was blushing.
"Yes Charles?" I gazed up at him.
"Er... Y/N can I talk to you?" Charles's face was red.
"Of course?" I was growing concerned. He stepped forward and sat in the chair in front of me.
"O-over the past year that I've known you.. I've sorta... Had feelings for you.." He confessed. I stared at him. I wasn't quite sure how to respond, sure I found his habits adorable and funny but I would never think about him like that..
"Charles-"
"I know you're with Sherlock but I had to tell you!" He blurted out.
"Charles-"
"It's stupid I know!"
"Cha-"
"I wish I would hav-"
"CHARLES." I shouted interrupting him. He jumped and shut his mouth.
"Charles.. I'm flattered honestly, but Sherlock is my boyfriend and I care deeply for him, I cannot return your feelings.." I said softly. Charles inhaled deeply and nodded.
"I understand... Maybe.. Maybe it would be better if we weren't partners anymore?" He stood and began to shuffle away.
"Whoa whoa wait a minute, what!?" I followed him briskly.
"It would be awkward for us to work together, now that you know I have feelings for you.." Charles pointed out.
"Charles, you're my partner and friend, I want to keep working with you." I smiled at him. He blushed and smiled back.
"Thanks ma'am..." Charles rubbed his neck awkwardly.
"Anytime kid." I chuckled and walked back to my office. I sat down and worked on my paperwork. I heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I didn't lift my head from my work.
"Hey Y/N!" Kira walked in, she had something bundled up in her arms.
"Kira! Nice to see you!" I smiled widely and stood up.
"You too! I'm sorry for dropping in while you're working.." She smiled back.
"It's fine, but we can't talk for long.." I sighed.
"That's okay! Um.. I'm moving, away from London.." She informed me.
"Oh.. Where to?" I sat back down, my heart sank, Kira had been my closest friend for the past year, we went to dinner together every Tuesday.
"After Jason was...killed..I decided it might be better to move to the US.." She shivered at the word killed. Her boyfriend and father of her baby Jason was murdered 3 months ago, we caught the culprit but Kira was haunted by his memory ever since.
"You need a change, I understand.." I smiled sadly.
"Yeah.. Me and Eve are going to move to Nebraska ( that's the only state I could think of xD) and start a new life.." She looked down at her baby. I nodded.
"Yeah, well when are you leaving?" I asked.
"By the end of the month, so we still got 3 Tuesday dinners!" She perked up a bit.
"Great, I'll be there for every one of them!" I laughed.
"I know you will!" She chuckled mad waved as she left. So much was changing so fast.. My best friend was leaving for America, my work partner likes me and wanted to change partners, I couldn't help but wonder if anything else would change. Life has been mostly steady for the past year, other than Jason's death. I finished my paperwork and left my office.
"Y/N, can I speak to you?" Lestrade called from his office. I nodded and joined him.
"Y/N.. The board is concerned about your mental health." Lestrade started. I wasn't even sitting down yet.
"What!?" I couldn't bring myself to sit down.
"You attempted suicide Y/N!" Lestrade exclaimed.
"To protect Sherlock from a psychopath!" I retorted.
"In their eyes, you have a mental health problem.." Lestrade explained.
"But I don't!" I shouted, catching the attention of everyone in the office.
"Calm down... They're worried that this may tamper with your work habits..." He continued. I sat, my eyes burning into his own. He gulped and continued.
"You are going to be under surveillance, to make sure you are well enough to work.." Lestrade finished.
"They already did this a year ago when I... Had the "incident".." I hated saying the word suicide.
"I know, but they're concerned it may re arise over time.." He sighed.
"So what, I'm going to have another psychological weirdo follow me everywhere at work again?" I groaned.
"Yes. But this time they'll follow you home.." Lestrade pushed his seat back as I exploded into angry shouts and curses.
"No way in hell am I having a creep follow me around in my personal life!" I roared.
"You have to or you'll lose your job!" He insisted.
"Well there has to be a better way than that!" I snapped. He waited for me to calm down.
"There isn't, I'm sorry.. It's only till the end of the week I promise." Lestrade nodded to someone waiting outside.
I death glared a man who entered the room.
"Hello Y/N, my name is Rory Opal. I'll be your psychological assistant for the next week!" He had a round pudgy face, which was the same for the rest of his body, his thin green eyes were covered by contact lenses, his dusty brown hair slicked back with gel. He extended a pudgy hand. I shook it roughly and scoffed.
"Don't interrupt my work or personal life, got it?" I growled. He nodded hesitantly. Lestrade watched awkwardly from behind his desk.
"I'll be in my office." I stormed out and crossed over into my office. I sat down and went on the computer, Charles burst in after me.
"They have you another one of those weirdos!? Even after what happened last-" I shot him a look that could kill.
"We never, ever talk about what happened, it never happened." I spoke in a low threatening voice. I felt like a mouse who had been cornered by traps, no where to step unless I wanted to get my neck snapped.
"Right.. I'm sorry.." He nodded solemnly. My heart was racing, they call it post traumatic stress or something. I was terrified to have this man around me, I wished he would leave and never come back.
"He knows... About "it"... Right?" Charles gazed at the man who was filling a glass of water across the room.
"No, he doesn't." I sighed.
"Don't worry Y/N.. I'll protect you from anything that comes after you." Charles smiled warmly. I felt comforted, Charles hadn't changed, he was still my friend. I felt a memory growing at the back of my mind.

I was tied to a chair in my own living room, I was electrocuted repeatedly until I answered questions about Sherlock.
"ANSWER IT." A slim rat faced man screeched. I held back a sob as a powerful electric shock flooded through me.
"H-he has a weak spot!" I wailed, trying to avoid the question.
"What is it!?" The man roared, I knew he worked for Moriarty. Moriarty had never made an appearance himself, but this "man" did..
Silence.
"Answer me!" He barked and shocked me again. I screamed and struggled. He always made sure no one was home to do this. No one would hear me, no one could help.
"John, me, Ms Hudson!" I made sure not to name all of them.
"Good."
It was different every time, he would make me swear not to tell anyone or he'd hurt them. I always agreed, I never gave away anything too important, but I'd give in sometimes because it was too much. The day Sherlock found out was horrifying. I couldn't even begin to think about it now. I gazed at Charles, my eyes were dull.
"Are you okay?" He interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah.. I'm fine.." I shook my head and turned back to my computer.
Nothing could stay good forever.
Could it?