I kept telling you guys that I'd continue this story. Didn't I? Didn't I? Anyway, I did not tell you all that I would be doing a rewrite, so here it is, all rewritten. All the old chapters will be posted today, with the possibility of a new chapter too.

Molly Hooper ran her hand through her hair, working her way through the snarls that her fingers ran into. It had been a long day at work, especially since she hadn't been able to get anyone to help her all day. Besides that, there had been two murders this week, and according to Lestrade, the bodies needed to be examined before Wednesday, which was tomorrow. Her footsteps were quick on the tile floors, and seemed to be impossibly loud in the silence of the empty morgue. She was about to lock the door to her office when she heard the slamming of a door. Her pulse quickened, and she paused, her hand positioned on the doorknob to her office. She sucked in a breath, listening. When she heard nothing, she pressed her head to the door, releasing the breath she had been holding. "You're losing it Molly," She whispered, a half laugh escaping.

Then she heard footsteps.

"Stephen?" She questioned, pulling herself away from the door, and walking to the nearby corner. Her heart beat fast in her ribcage, her breath was quick, and she struggled to quiet it. Several moments of silence passed, which did nothing to calm her nerves. "Hello? Who's there?" Once again only silence answered her question. She wasn't imaging it this time. She knew she wasn't. 'Get out of there' whispered her instincts, and she obeyed. She moved down the hall towards the doors.

It was then that a horrible scent reached her nose.

She could smell smoke.

She sucked in a breath, trying to sooth her nerves. 'Just get out Molly,' she told herself. 'Get out and then call 999.' Her pace quickened and she moved towards the staircase that would take her downstairs, where she could get out. When she reached the stairs she was met with orange flames climbing up them.

Already, the smoke was thickening, hanging on the roof. It was getting hard to breath as she hurried in the opposite direction. When she was halfway to her office someone grabbed her wrist and pulled.

Molly was all too aware that the man could be the possible arsonist/murderer, but at the moment he was pulling her out of the building, and she followed him. Only halfway through the building did she realize-the man looked exactly like Sherlock.

Khan woke, a heavy weight pressing on his ribcage. He stood, trying to breath through the thin layer of smoke that lined the ceiling, and in turn, his lungs. He took two large breaths, allowing himself to think through the haze that covered his mind.

Footsteps were the first thing he focused on. The footsteps were coming from outside the room, loud and clipped, like the person was running-a woman, judging from the sound of heels.

As he approached the sound of the footsteps, he was met with what he expected-a woman. The woman though, incited in him something he hadn't expected. She was strikingly beautiful, a classic beauty that was hard to come by. She stood just a little over 5 feet, her stature lithe. Her hair was pushed over her right shoulder, slightly messed up and tangled. She wore no makeup, which made her slightly vulnerable, and all too human, but in a way, more beautiful. Panic lined her face, but with a hint of stubbornness as she made her way down the hall.

It was obvious that she hadn't seen him yet, since he was standing in a darkened doorway. He gripped her wrist, pulling her roughly behind him. She stumbled at first, but followed after a moment. He wasn't sure where he was going yet, but he did know that getting out was a priority at this moment. The first and one of the only ways he saw out was a second story window. He would survive the fall, but he wasn't sure that the smaller woman would. Right at this moment though, he wasn't sure that there were any other options, and so he pulled her out of the window after him.

Glass shattered, and cut into his skin, and as they fell from the third story window, Khan wrapped his arms around an unconscious Molly Hooper.