Hey everyone! This is a story inspired by Reichenbach Fall it a look in my opinion that should happen in the 3 season. In this story shows Sherlock heart so it may be a little OC-y but I will try and make him as Sherlocky as possible

Anyway please enjoy!

The gentle squeak of wheels against the shiny waxed floor rang though out the deserted morgue, as two men dressed in blue scrub suits silently wheeled the gurney in followed by a bleak looking Mycroft Holmes and a scruffy looking John Watson. Molly walked out from behind the observation screen and up to the gurney the porters had left in the middle of the morgue before retreating from the death infested room, she glumly looked up at the two men and quickly glanced them over. They both look tired and sick, John looked 2 shades paler then usual and his clothes look wrinkled and dirty, Mycroft didn't look any better he had deep bags under his eyes and his suit which was always presentable had its collar undone and his tie crooked. Molly was no Sherlock Holmes but she could see the couple of hours had taken their toll on them. Automatically she unzipped the body bag that was on the cold metal table and pulled the top of the bag apart showing the lifeless face of the once great Sherlock Holmes. His black curly hair clung to his pasty white face, splatter of blood graced his elegant face and made the brutally reality of his death even more real. Molly closed her eyes to stop the tears from leaking out before she looked back up at the two men awaiting their reaction; she had been used to all kind of reaction in this job from anger to sad to even happy on some occasions. She watched as Mycroft's cold mask crumbled as a single tear escaped his eyes before he quickly wiped it away, Molly look over to John who had tears furiously running down his face as he look as his apparently dead friend, his eyes shifted to the shape autopsy instruments that laid to the side next to Molly.

John gulped "Are you sure his dead... this could just be one of his great tricks" he pleaded with her silently wishing that Sherlock would sit up and everyone was gonna jump out and yell surprise. "Please ..." he begged

The inner fight that was going on inside her head was enough to make her sick, all Molly's heart wanted to do was to tell the men of Sherlock great plan but she knew the danger it would put them into "I can't tell them , can I ... no too much danger, Moriarty's too dangerous right now ... I'm gonna end up being killed I know it, I just know it ... It doesn't matter I don't have much of a life anyway... no one will miss me... at least I can die making a different trying to stop the vile man... I just don't count" Molly let the tear run down her face a drop onto the floor at the thoughts that were running amuck in her head.

"I'm sorry John, he really is dead they check twice upstairs, he really is gone" Molly spoke softly to him.

John nodded and brushed the tears away from his face before regaining composer again, and began to walk out the room before casting one more fleeting look toward his best friend before quickly walking away.

Fresh tears erupted from her eyes as she watched Sherlock devastated friend exit the chilly morgue, Molly looked toward the other Holmes brother who was staring blankly at where John had just left. Molly felt sorry for him, Sherlock had told her all about his brothers betray last night while going through the plan with her, she couldn't control the sympathetic look the crept onto her face as she looked at him.

He stood for a couple of minutes staring into thin air while she busied herself preparing the fake autopsy she was going to perform.

"It was my fault you know" Mycroft spoke his voice thick with emotion.

"What is?" Molly spoke trying to sound as confused as possible at his words.

"Sherlock's death... I fed Moriarty that information I help with my own brother down fall"

Foot steeps echoed through the bare morgue as she walked back to the silver gurney "You tried to stop this horrible man, you didn't know what he was going to do... he played you, thats all, it wasn't your fault its Jim's... I mean Moriarty's." She said resting he hand on his arm hoping it would sooth him.

Mycroft's face harden and he looked down at the small women standing beside him "please send a copy of you report to my office if you will and me or John will contact you about Sherlock's funeral, I know you were... rather attached to him." he said gentle moving her hand off his arm and placing it by her side before turning to leave.

The automatic doors slide open with a quite woosh, Molly stood with her back to the door waiting for it to close when Mycroft's voiced pieced though the deafening silents

"Miss Hooper... thank you" he spoke before the door shut with another woosh and he was gone.

Once Molly had check the whole floor and found she was complete alone as usual, she made her way back to the half dead man in her morgue. She removed one of Sherlock's arms from the body bag and carefully measure the colourless liquid out of the small plain brown bottle and gentle pushed the needle into the skin and slowly pressed the plunger down, to release the drug into his blood stream. Slowly pulling the needle from his body and placing and cotton ball onto the small wound, she busied herself by cleaning up the morgue and pulling together the fake autopsy report of Sherlock.

A little while passed when Molly heard the movement of the plastic bag Sherlock laid in, she closed the finish file on Sherlock and made her way to the main section in of the morgue to see Sherlock sitting up and running his hand over his spring black while rapidity blinking his eyes trying to shrug off his drossiness.

The air from Molly's lungs seem to escape her mouth in a small gasp as ogled Sherlock slim but tones chest, the gasp alerted Sherlock to Molly presents.

"H..hey Sherlock um how are you feeling" Molly stammer out quickly looking at her shoes as her cheeks turn a bright red.

"Good... did the plan go as planned?" Sherlock asked pulling the zipper down on the body bag.

"Yes... everyone thinks you d..dead, are you sure you can't tell Mycroft or John their so upset... wooo Jesus Sherlock!" Molly said shielding her eye from the now complete naked Sherlock, who was now standing in all his glory in front of her.

"What?"

"Yo...your nak..naked!" she said her hands covering her eyes.

Sherlock looked down at himself and smirked back up at the shy pathologist. "hmmm where are my clothes Molly? We need to get out of here soon because the cleaning staff will be here in...15 minutes so let's hurry up shall we" He said in his usual bored tone.

"ahh yes..let me...I'll just..yeah" she spluttered running into her cubical to fetch his clothes that he had left with her earlier.

A smirk slowly crept onto Sherlock's face as he saw her make a hasty retreat into her office, moments later a slightly flustered Molly Hooper exited with Sherlock's freshly folded clothes in hand. She dropped the clothes onto the edge of the desk and practically run back into his office without as much as a glace in Sherlock's direction, causing Sherlock to smirk over the power he had on molly and felt another sensations surge though his chest it felt like ... pride? Pride that he was the only one that could make her turn into a blabbering school girl just by him simply being in her presents.
The curly haired detective ran his hands over his head trying to shake the thoughts from of his head, but winced slightly as he felt his dark locks being pulled away from the sticky dry blood that coated most of his face. He slip into the clean crisp suit and slide on his spare trade mark coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck , he look over toward the small lab at the end of the room and frown remembering the times John and him had spent there, just then a mouse-ish Molly walk out with her bag wrapped around her and jumper pulled tight against her body, knocking Sherlock out of his thoughts.

"umm you ready?" Molly asked in a squeaky voice, Sherlock nodded followed Molly into the hall. "Are you coming with me?... I mean... what are you going to do?" Molly said sighing and frowning slightly at her nervous stammering.

"I will meet you at your house, leave your back door open and I will let myself in" the dark hair detective commanded before disappearing down the fire escape his coat bellowing behind him in the wind.

"You sure can pick them Molly can't you" she thought scowling herself, before pulling her key out and making her way out to her car to make her way home.

Once Molly returned home and opened the back door, she tried to go about her normal routeing as much as possible knowing that someone would be watching her she feed Toby and started to prepared her and Sherlock's dinner. As the dinner cooked in the oven Molly took the opportunity to wash the scent of death from her body and help her get rid of most of the tension that she had developed in her body throughout the day. The smell of burning awakens Molly to the world around her causing her to jump out of the shower, with a large soft towel wrapped around her dripping wet body. Yanking the door to the oven, Molly was relieved to see the edge of the lasagne was burnt slightly; she gave a sigh of relief before standing up and turning round to come face to face with the tall dark detective. Grey eyes roamed over Molly slender form causing her a deep blush to move across her neck and cheeks. "Arghh Sherlock! Don't do that! You scared me too death" Molly exclaimed resting her hand on her rapidly beating heart. His eyes continue to roam her half naked body paying little attention to what she was saying. "I'm just gon..." she said her voice trailing off as she dashed out the kitchen, Sherlock's eyes following her all the way.

"Toned leg and arms... ideal fat ratio...perfectly formed breast what normal men would call round and firm...swan like neck ...long legs and a nicely shapes posterior and hour glass figure hmmm her body is amazing" Sherlock thought as he watched Molly's retreating form. "I wonder if she looks better naked ha properly much better then Irene Adler the women was a thin as a twig... what the hell I have got to stop thinking about Molly and get my mind back to find Moriarty's men" Sherlock said once again shaking the thoughts from his head.

Molly came down a while later dressed in a long baggy top and leggings and her hair held up in a messy bun on the top of her head, her cheeks where still a rosy pink. Sherlock was standing in the living room surveying his surroundings.

"Sherlock is everything okay" she asked sweetly before relishing how stupid her question was.

"Well everyone I hold dear thinks I'm dead and the whole world thinks I'm a fraud Molly! How do you think I feel?" Sherlock spat at her and as soon as the word had left his mouth he regret it. He watched as the emotion flicked across her face before she turn on her heel sharply and walk into the kitchen, he could her preparing her meal with almost a violent force which made him wince at his mistake.

An hour later Molly re-entered the living room to see Sherlock laying on the sofa in his thinking pose. "Sherlock the food in the microwave if feel hunger later...Sherlock?"

Molly walk round her sofa to crouch down beside Sherlock and curiously moved his curls from in front of his eyes "Sherlock?" turned his face to hers and open his eyes slowly, Molly nearly gasp as she saw the hurt and the pain in his eyes before they quickly become cold again.

"Molly I'm sorr..."

"Sherlock don't apologise... I know you're hurting.. you have to hide away from all your friends and family...but I am not going to be your door stop" she said her facing harding ever so slightly at the end.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly trying to figure out what had happen to the sweet Molly in the last couple of months, she stood up looked down at the moody detective.

"Let's find you somewhere to sleep, you look exhausted" Molly spoke softly taking in the dark circle underneath his eyes and the tired look in his eyes.

"Their no bed in the guestroom...so I suppose you can have my bed and I'll sleep down here" she said more to herself then Sherlock.

"Molly you don't have too I don't sleep much, I'm sure the sofa will be adequate"

"No Sherlock it okay you too long for the sofa and it isn't the comfiest at the best of time and m sure you don't want to face you next's arch enemy with a bad back." She giggled at her ramblings.

Sherlock frowned, the truth was that Sherlock didn't want her bed; he wanted to show to Molly how thankful he was that she was there for him in his hour of need.

"Molly you can't give up you bed, if someone realise you have been sleeping on the couch it may blow my cover"

She frowned for a minute before smiling back down at him "we can both sleep in my bed it's more than big enough for the both of us... I mean there.. you know" she stammered trying to back step from what she just said.

Looking down at the stony faced man laying on her sofa she sighed and took a deep breath and slowly spoke "the beds a Californian king so theirs lots of room and it will do till tomorrow till you find out what you're going to do"

"I don't need sleep, I can't sleep! I need to figure what I'm going to do" Sherlock whined while sitting up and running hand though his hair.

"Arghhh" Molly moaned in frustration and put her hand on her hips "There no point arguing with me, you won't be able to think properly you've just faked you death to save the people you love and any plan you make now could put you in danger and them not to mention... I didn't just sign my own death warrant by helping you so you can run around and get killed so just go up stairs and get ready for bed" anger emitting every word.

Silvery eye peek out from his curly mop, at the girl in front of him, Molly was breathing deeply and her cheeks started to turn a deep red "oh my god...I'm...I'm...I'll just.." she said choking on her words then quickly scurrying out the room and up the stairs.

Starring after her, Sherlock could help but be mildly shocked; Molly had only talk to him like that on 2 occasions but had never talked with so much stubbiness, passion and anger in her voice before. He stood up and quietly made his way up the stairs and went in the direction he heard Molly go to and skilfully glided into the room without making a noise. Molly was laying at the end of the massive bed, curled around a long thick pillow her back to Sherlock her eyes wide open looking out the window to the starry night. Neatly folded PJ set where on the pillow further away, Sherlock grabbed them and glance over Molly once again then turned and walk in to the en suite to change.

The light from the moon illuminated the room as Sherlock re-entered, he was dressed in a slightly big plain white vest and plaid bottoms, Sherlock had deduce they were from possible a male family member properly her father or brother due to her lack of romantic entanglements . Molly was still facing away from him as he slipped under the thick duvet, he knew she wasn't asleep by the way her body was still tense and her breathing was uneven. He laid down facing her back and watched her for a couple of minute before speaking.

"Molly... did you mean what you said before?" he said his brows knitting together

"Mean what?"

"That you signed your own death warrant for helping me" Sherlock said his voice barely above a whisper.

Molly sighed and remained with her back to him "Yes I do...When Moriarty or god know who find out I helped you they are gonna kill me... I knew the risk I was taking when I helped you, I'm not stupid... I'm a dead women walking...It doesn't matter... know no one will miss me... it okay though I don't have much to live for" she spoke her voice thick with emotion, her eyes watered in the moon light, but no tears escaped them. "Good night Sherlock" Molly said into the darkness of the room, this time her voice was back to her usual cheery tone.

He frowned, wishing he could comfort Molly to easy the strange feeling of guilt that started to develop in his chest, Sherlock let his eye linger on Molly's form his frown turning into a grimace and let sleep envelope him in it enticing embrace, his last thought echoed throughout his head "How Wrong Have I Got Molly Hooper"

Soooo how'd I do... Yeah I know it sucks I will properly go back a change this chapter a lot later on this is just a setting the scene kind of chapter the next one will be way better. I know this is a typical Molly Hooper character but I just want people to see a different side to her. Now I know this chapter is terrible but I really want to carry this story on but I'm not sure if I should do in the style of a full story or just a bunch of one-shot so please comment and tell me what you think

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