'What do you need?'
'You.'
'Me? What could you, Sherlock Holmes, want with me, Molly Hooper, single, desperate and with no chance in hell to mean anything to you at all?'
'You do Molly. You mean something. You're important.'
'Important in a you-can-help-me-with-this-case important, yes I know. That's the only important you know, isn't it Sherlock? Important to your achievements. Who actually means a thing to you?'
'John does.'
'Of course. People have been talking you know, they saw you holding hands.'
'We were being chased. Only way to know John was safe.'
'Oh so you do care about him then?'
'Yes.'
'God Sherlock. You're like a machine. Nobody can get close to you, except your blogger. Especially not me.'
'No. You're wrong.'
'I'm sorry, what?'
'You are important. I need you. I need you to hide me.'
'I should have known-'
'No, Molly, please listen. You are someone I can trust completely. You and John and Mrs Hudson, you are people I would trust with my life. Well I'm trusting it to you now. I need you to save me, Molly Hooper.'
'Save… you? From what?'
'From myself. From the curiosity of idle minds as they soak up the supposed fact that I am a fraud. If you do this, you will save people. John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade.'
'And you.'
'Yes.'
'What do you need me to do?'