Take place after season 2 and may included spoilers from season three. While Sherlock has been busy dismantling Moriarty web and keeping the fact that he is alive secret from all but his family and Molly. Meanwhile Molly Hooper the once mousy Specialist Registrar in the morgue at St. Bart's has he own secret to keep. Sherlock returns 3 years later to find thing have changed since he disappeared. Including the mysterious absence of his pathologists from Saint Bart's hospital.
His search for Molly will lead him half way across the world to the land of America new mysterious and new villains wait hiding their Evil clutches. It is there that a surprise and an adventure that even the greatest Sociopath in all of London could never have predicted awaits him.
I do not own Sherlock or any character associated with it I am simply borrowing. I also apologizes for the shortness of the chapter but they will get progressively longer once I get through the plot development of this story.
1 months and 2 weeks since Sherlock fakes his death
Late, late, late…. The calendar seemed to scream over and over again at Molly Hooper as she starred at the calendar and the black X that marked the dates between her last period. This had to be some mistake right, her fingers starting at the blank spaces between her two cycles for the third time. Only to end up with the same number as before. Releasing her hands from the calendar she sunk onto the floor and leant her back against the cupboard. Curling up into a ball with her legs bent and her head on her lap she began to cry.
Toby sensing his mistress distress paddled up to her, "meow" said Toby rubbing his nose against Molly's legs while her head lay against her knees.
"Oh Toby," spoke Molly lifting her head up to look at him, "what do I do?" What if I'm…?" Her voice held back afraid to speak the one word that would confirm what she was beginning to feel in her heart. While up on the wall the ever president calendar still echoed its silent mantra of late, late, late…