When Sherlock and John entered Mrs Hudson's flat, (Y/n) was sitting with her at the kitchen table and trying to eat a sandwich. The landlady wasn't happy with her efforts.
"You should eat more, sweet pea. You are so thin..."
The girl heard her and turned around, her eyes suddenly becoming dark, when she saw their expression.
"(Y/n), we need to talk" - said the detective.
"Is that about Greg? Did something happen to him?"
"He's fine" - Watson ensured her quickly, seeing her sudden paleness.
"But someone had looked for you in his flat" - added his friend. - "We need to know, why they are after you."
"What about my brother?"
"He's in the flat with Anderson and Donovan. Collecting evidence" - the detective waved his hand. - "Now talk."
She looked at Mrs. Hudson.
"I'm sorry to bring you into this, Madame. I can leave immediately..."
"Nonsense" - the landlady interrupted. - "I want to help you. Now, tell us, what happened."
(Y/n) took a deep breath and started.
She hated living with that man. Her stepfather, Alfred (L/n), was an ideal man in public. So nice and loving. But behind the closed door, he was a monster for her and her mother. No, he never hit any of them, but he liked to torment them psychically. Scaring, threatening... And it weren't empty threats. His business 'projects' weren't exactly legal, and he had connections. (Y/n) had seen some people disappearing. A policeman, who had tried to catch him, dying in a car 'accident', some woman, who had seen him talking to a local mafia boss... 'fell out from the window'.
No one ever attached his people to it, it was always covered up. But that one time, someone managed to film Alfred
giving an order to kill... his wife.
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Help me run away - Brother!Lestrade x reader x various
FanficShe was in danger. She decided to run for help to the only person she trusted - her brother. But maybe she will find someone else who could make her feel safe?
