AN: This is a sequel to my previous fanfics, 'Taming The Shrewd' and 'A New Page'. I would recommend reading those stories first, though it's not 100% necessary.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters of BBC's Sherlock, or Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock either.

While We Have Each Other

Molly was a creature of habit. Sherlock lived his life on the whims of his cases. And yet, as Mr and Mrs Holmes, they managed to make it work. While she worked, he would be goodness-knows-where on a case, but when she made dinner he would be home to eat it. Over dinner he would tell her all about his latest case, eager for her input. After dinner he sometimes went back out, sometimes not, but 90% of the time he would be back in time for bed. If he wasn't going to be back, he would at least let her know why, and would endeavour to make it up to her as soon as he could.

She didn't go with him on cases as often as when they were dating. It had been a thrill, but one better left to the likes of John Watson. John would do the leg-work with Sherlock, while she did the lab work with him. It was a nice balance.

Molly wrapped her arms around Sherlock as he examined a slide under the microscope in the lab at Bart's. He was muttering to himself as he worked, and she enjoyed listening to the purr of his voice for a little while, before interrupting it with her own thoughts.

"You sound like you're making good progress. Do you think… will you be finished before dinner?"

"I'm always home for dinner." Sherlock replied, pulling back from the microscope and looking at her with confusion. "Well, usually." He corrected. "Is this about last week? I did explain-"

"No, no it's not about that, I'm fine about that, really." She kissed his cheek in reassurance before continuing. "I just meant… will you be done by then, or will you be going out again after dinner? Because I kind of hoped we could spend the evening together."

Sherlock pulled away from the microscope further, examining her instead. "Why are you nervous asking me this? Your lip is still red where you were biting it a second ago, the pace of your fingers drawing circles on my chest was the lazy pace of affection before, but has accelerated to a more anxious pace. Is there some extra significance to… 6 months. We've been married six months now. Are you planning a celebration? Usually people reserve anniversary celebrations for yearly milestones."

"No point trying to surprise you is there?" Molly said with a laugh, relaxing again now it was out there. "I wasn't planning anything big, just an evening in and a nice meal. And I may have bought a bottle of champagne."

Sherlock's lips slid into his trademark smirk at having guessed correctly. He lowered his eyes back to the microscope. "I shall have finished this case in plenty of time to accompany you home from work and help you cook said delicious meal. Although even if the case wasn't so simply solved I would take the time off for you." Was his reply.

The evening was going smoothly, the couple curled up together on the sofa, sipping their champagne flutes while watching one of Molly's favourite movies. Sherlock didn't have any personal favourite films yet, but endeavoured not to ruin Molly's by pointing out flaws. They were about halfway through when Sherlock's phone started to ring. Sherlock looked at the caller Id.

Lestrade.

"Do you mind if I take this?" He asked Molly apologetically.

Molly paused the film. "He wouldn't be calling this late if it wasn't important." She said reasonably, though with concern evident in her voice.

Sherlock nodded and answered the call, putting his glass down as he got up and walked a little away from the sofa. "What is it, Lestrade?" He asked impatiently.

"A breakout, Pentonville again." Lestrade cut right to the chase.

"So you want help figuring out how it was done? Or you need help tracking down the escapee?" Sherlock asked. If it was the first it could wait till morning, if the second…

"Any help you can give us would be appreciated, Sherlock, but that's not actually why I'm calling. The escaped prisoner is-"

"Sebastian Moran." Sherlock finished for him in a whisper, closing his eyes. He glanced back at Molly. She didn't appear to be listening, but he moved further away anyway.

"How did you know?" Lestrade asked, taken aback. 3 seconds ago Sherlock didn't sound like he knew a thing about the breakout.

"Why else would you be calling me? You're assuming I am in danger if he wants to seek revenge for being imprisoned, and possibly for the death of his friend and mentor, Jim Moriarty. You're right of course. You do realise that you yourself will be fairly high up his hit list as well, as the lead officer in his arrest, and a personal friend of mine." Sherlock point out, sounding perfectly calm in spite of the news and implications of it.

Lestrade sighed. "Yes, I realise that." He said tensely. "But with any luck we'll have him back under arrest before he's able to make a move on anyone. Calling you is just a precaution."

"It'll take more than luck to bring down a man like Sebastian Moran." Sherlock snapped "Last time the element of surprise worked in our favour, but this time he will give us no such advantage. Moran is a very dangerous and clever man, the second most dangerous man in London, before Moriarty died, which now makes him the most dangerous. You have family in the countryside, do you not? If you value your life, go stay with them until this is over. The city isn't a safe place for you right now."

"How did… nevermind. Thanks for the concern, but I ain't running. I'm a Detective Inspector, Sherlock, it's my job to stay and help do everything I can to put this man away." Lestrade insisted.

"Fine." Sherlock said stiffly "Have you alerted John and Mrs Hudson? They will be in danger too if Moran decides to follow his previous orders to kill them if I was revealed to be alive."

"Will do. You might want to advise the Missus to be careful as well. If he's targeting people close to you-"

"Yes, I am aware of that." Sherlock answered sharply. Moriarty's words to him at their last meeting ran through his head. "I could take her out with a sniper right here in the flat at any time, I could even do it when you're watching…" He fought against the wave of emotions battering up against the wall in his head as he watched her sipping her champagne as she played a game on her phone, waiting for him, blissfully unaware. Unaware of the danger she was now in, and unaware of the drastic action Sherlock was currently resolving to take to protect her. Knowing what he had to do nearly broke his heart, but he forced the emotions down.

"I will report in at the yard tomorrow morning to see what I can do to help you. See you then." He said with perfected control, before hanging up the phone and walking robotically back to the sofa and taking his seat beside Molly. Immediately she snuggled into him, causing a stab of pain to his heart.

"What did he want?" She asked, unaware of the turmoil inside him, since he did such a good job of hiding it.

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." He told her, pressing play again on the film, determined to enjoy one more evening with her, before tomorrow took it all away from him.