Sherlock x OC It is what it is Book 2

Sherlock's Girlfriend

When the words hit me, I felt my heart stop for a second. "His what?" "His girlfriend" She replied confused. I looked at Sherlock who was watching me, "Alright, Annabitch, I need to have a few words with your boyfriend. Get out" I said, finally pointing my gun at her. Her eyes went wide as if it was the first time she saw a gun in her life. She hurried out of the flat, and I heard her knocking on Mrs.Hudson's door.

The room stayed silent, I lowered my gun and walked over to Sherlock. "Congratulations on your new relationship" I said, quietly this time. "Thanks, I get less bored when she's around" Sherlock stated casually, totally inconsiderate of my feelings. "Good for you..." I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

We maintained eye contact and I felt myself nodding, "Well Sherlock, you do not need to put people around me. I am not thinking of killing Magnussen off at all. When Mary decides, I will then. You have my word, so remove those freaks out of my way" I requested so quietly. "Please" I continued.

"How can I trust your word? Everything you've ever spoken of to me has been a lie, since day one Viola... Faking your death" "Hey hey, before you go on with that. You faked your own death too, for a genius like you this is a horrible lead to start off your supporting details" "You lied about a billion things Viola, I wont stand here and point everything out to you. You know yourself!" Sherlock said, as if it was ridiculous the number of times I've lied to him.

"Oh so you're pissed off about the mafia thing then" I scoffed. "You were a mafia boss! This is spiteful! What on earth were you thinking?!" He was letting his anger rise slowly, I saw it. "And I stopped that work as soon as I could!" "Thats because you were threatened, I saw the letter, I went all the way to France to save your troublesome arse!"

"I know... and I was informed, but I couldn't do anything. I had very short notice, I had people after me that day...when I gave Reine away to justice I was planning on running away but I was poisoned and I carried on with plan B" "What was plan B? What exactly happened when you disappeared on us a week after you moved out of the flat?" Sherlock asked, he took a seat and waited for me to start talking.

I sighed, "Okay, I received a threat that your life would be in danger if I didn't leave the flat,...and go all the way to France. The Russian mobs wanted me to surrender and you were a pressure point they were pushing on. I had no other choice... so I went to France, got abducted on purpose so they would lay off of you for a while..." I started remembering the nights I've spent there tortured.

"And you were tortured, beaten up, and poisoned too..." Sherlock spoke, his voice softer now. I looked down and nodded "Yes, I was poisoned... then one day the head came in.. he had my organization's paper in hands and wanted me to sign it off as my will... to give it up to them. Then take my life, just as I took his brother's life...which was Reine's uncle as well" I explained, pushing the sorrow that was overcoming to me slowly. "It was revenge, they wanted to destroy me bit by bit... but vengeance did not work out well for them..."

"You murdered all the guards, and you ran away...how did you find Reine?" Sherlock asked, he was clearly in that building then. It occurred to me, he was really after me, trying his best. "She was the one to find me, before I left the building she pointed a gun at me but of course, sentiment got the best of her... her wedding was weeks away and I told her I wouldn't shoot her if she behaves well.. I gave her up to the police there, passed out in the station's rest room, and I was actually almost dead..." "I know, they had to revive you with shocks, and up till this day you're recovering from the side effects which is why you were coughing up blood in the rest room when you were here last week..." I looked up at him, he's managed to deduce that well.

"Correct... and I wanted to contact you but my father asked me to give it more time, um of course I listened.. when I was there I took out over fifteen mafia mobs.. of course with a fake identity.." "Of course" He scoffed. "..and well Mary knew everything all along, she helped me shut down ER's mafia part... and we did not talk much of course.. but well when I was back to London, I contacted her first thing..." I explained and I watched him listen intently. "Why didn't you contact me? Why didn't you contact me when you received the letter? And even when you faked your own death! Why?" He asked, I looked up at him and stayed silent not knowing whether to tell him or not.

"I..I did not because, I did not want to put your life in danger" I explained, hoping he'd believe the lie I just told him. "Aren't you tired of lying Viola?" "Excuse me? It's the truth!" "You just said you took out the people threatening you! Who would come after me?! Vladislav would come from the dead after you've burned him with acid and threaten to kill me?!" Sherlock asked, his voice stronger now.

"It doesn't concern you why I didn't contact you! I have my own reasons!" I yelled back at him. "Don't expect me to take your word for anything, you cannot utter a sentence without blurting out a lie. Forget it, even if I wanted to put these men away Mycroft wouldn't agree both ways" Sherlock explained. He made me go through all this, just for me to find he has no say in it.

"Fine, I'll take matters into my own hands then. And I wont forgive you for knocking me out, and drugging me Sherlock... let alone other things" I spat at him. "You're one to talk, I'm not forgiving you for faking your own death, for putting me through a miserable time, and mostly... for hurting John the way you did" "I didn't hurt him I was trying to protect him from the truth, Sherlock!"

"You didn't protect him, you destroyed him. For once, in your life, for once, grow up and take responsibility for your hideous actions" Sherlock spat back at me, his fury going out of control all at once. "John didn't marry me Sherlock, he married Mary! I just said nothing about it!" I defended myself, starting to lose all sort of reason.

"Thats even worse, John never lied to you about a bloody thing in his life! You should've treated him equally, it was unfair what you've done to him. What you have committed was plain infuriating Viola, you're the criminal mastermind behind all this, you were so attracted to sin that night you even wanted to torture Magnussen! No sane person, no self-behaved human would suggest that!" Sherlock's words slapped me in the face.

But honestly, by now, over the months I've known him I think I grew immune to his insults and to him bashing my behavior. "Oh please you're one to talk! No self-behaved human would propose to a woman just to break into an office! No respectful man would sleep with a woman, manipulate her so SPITEFULLY to get silly letters into his possession! No mourning person would get into bed with a woman right after he finds his ex-girlfriend WHO HE KNEW WAS TRYING TO SAVE HIM.. is dead. I always thought you were a robot, and I still do Sherlock. You knocked me out, drugged me, and that night I actually came back from France... I broke into your flat to surprise you.. Little did I know, you've moved on completely, you were cuddling this Anna person literally MONTHS after you knew of my death! I was mourning over you for TWO YEARS! Do I deserve this?!" I actually exploded, everything I was keeping in was out. I really did have no self control.

Sherlock stood there not uttering a word, probably still processing my words "I'm not sure if you deserve this, but it is not what you think. Yes, I did manipulate Janine for valid reasons... but Anna is a different story! This is misconception, Viola"

"Oh please, no need to explain yourself. No need to lie, I saw you in bed with that woman!"

"But I never invited her to my bed...It must've been the night Annabelle was drunk and she crashed at my place. Of course, nothing happened" Sherlock explained, a huge scowl on his face, it was fairly obvious this was a lie. Just earlier, he admitted this was his girlfriend.

"Do you think I'm an idiot Sherlock? You just said-" "I know what I said, but it is not true. I wanted to anger you for my own reasons..." He explained. "Yeah, as if I'd believe that" I scoffed. "Anyway, I have no right to butt in to your personal life, you can turn into the biggest man whore in England, does not concern me. I'm just an ex assassin, an old FRIEND, after all" I spat at him, repeating the words he used to introduce me to Annabitch.