Passion and Danger

Sitting in the parlor Rain and John on the couch and Sherlock across from them. He looked as if he was about to tell Rain bad news.

John leaned back watching.

"Rain after reviewing everything I must say I do not doubt they are real, but..." he stands going to his desk and pulls out a file, "this and this alone cemented it."

Rain opened the file. It was an old photo of a young woman. "It's me..." her voice was soft.

Sherlock sat beside her nudging closer to John. "That is one Marget Shannon also known as Irish Meg."

Rain smiled as John took the photo from her. "You look just like her. It's amazing.

"Rain smiled, "I guess I come from good stock." She faced Sherlock and wiped a tear away, "If nothing else I have a face to go with the name. Who knew it would be mine?"

Rain hugged him.

At first he was stiff, but slowly he relaxed and hugged her back.

Rain suddenly felt safe as if she was meant to be there.

She slipped from that comfort, "Sherlock may I?"

He smiled and nodded, "Yes of course."

He looked over her shoulder to John who got up and grabbed another file, "There is something else Rain."

Sherlock said with grave seriousness, "I think you are in danger."

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"Sherlock and I went to your office and your hotel room." John faced Rain with a white envelope in his hand, "We found this in your room."

Rain grew cold. It wasn't because they searched her things.

She had read up on Sherlock and expected it.

No, it was the emblem on the pure white of the envelope; a bouquet of blue roses with a bold dark capital M in the middle that made her hand tremble.

Rain reached out her hand, "Please tell me that is simply well preserved and you found in a secret compartment."

John looked at her strangely, "You aren't concerned we searched your room?"

Rain held the letter and shook her head, "No, I ah read up on Sherlock. I wanted only the best. So, I sort of expected it even if I did get turned down." She laughed, "It is why I made sure to always put away my underwear."

Sherlock reached out and placed a hand on the small of her back rubbing in a comforting way, "You surprise John. He was sure you would be livid."

Rain slowly turned the envelope over in her hands. Sherlock leaned into her. "I will protect you Rain."

She gave a nervous nod of her head and opened the letter:

CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP WE WOULD HATE TO SEE RAIN FALL IN LONDON.

The note chilled her, "What? I mean?"

She stuttered trying to understand.

John sat beside her again and took her hand, "We will protect you. No matter what."

Rain could see how sincere he was, but what had she gotten into?

Sherlock took the letter from her hand and placed it on the coffee table never letting go of her hand, "Rain I think you should stay here."

Rain blinked, "What? I can't- I mean..."

Sherlock trace her anhk tattoo and the scar underneath, "Rain someone doesn't want you digging to deep I want you...safe." He paused looking at John who only nodded in agreement, "Under this roof John and I we can watch over you while we look for more information on who may want to harm you. It's only logical."

Rain couldn't hold back the question or the tears, "Why?"

It wasn't just the tender way Sherlock held and stroked her hand; or the way she felt John scoot closer silently offering to hold her.

It was the fact that it had been so long since someone wanted to see her kept safe that overwhelmed her.

John ran a hand down her back, "Rain you are an amazing wonderful woman..."

Rain shook her head and let out a sad chuckle, "Ah, yes." She pulled her hand from John to wipe a tear away, "Sorry."

Sherlock lifted her hand to his lips while John kissed the top of her hair. "John's right, but you are also sincere and one of the most beautiful women we have ever met."

Sherlock's eyes were a dark blue and they gazed into Rain's as he leaned in closer. Her heart beat faster as his lips found hers. Sherlock kissed her softly and gentle, but firm as if she was an answer to a prayer.

Rain forgot the world in that kiss until she felt John lift her hair from her neck and kiss a trail down to her collar bone.

Softly moaning as She parted from Sherlock; John's voice was in her ear, "Rain...stay with us, please."

Rain turned to look at him. John's eyes were a swirl of brown and green. He leaned in and kissed her. He was just as gentle, but where Sherlock kissed with reverence John kissed her like she was salvation.

Sherlock ran his hands over Rain's body; a touch to her breast had her moaning turning to face him. "I never..." Rain blushed unable to speak as Sherlock captured her lips again kissing her as if he had won a battle.

John began stroking her body nibbling her neck.

Rain moaned out, "Oh!"

"Say yes Rain." Sherlock said his voice bordering on a plea and command as her undid the buttons on her blouse while John worked on undoing her slacks.

Gentle and slow they waited taking their time.

Rain had a million thoughts run through her mind as the two men undressed her and waited for her to agree. Should she stay. Could she truly have both men.