DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK AND IT'S CHARACTERS. AND OTHER CHARACTERS THAT MAYBE INCLUDED.


The Case of the New Doctor

CHAPTER 1

"Six months. That's the timeframe," she whispered to herself. When she turned around, there she saw John and Mary, she came up to them and gave them each a tight hug, "We will miss you," Mary said to her friend as John just smiled at her. "Remember Molly, you're doing this for yourself, it's good that he's not here" John added. Molly smiled at them, a sad smile; it's all she can give. She did hope that during this time, Sherlock will show himself to say goodbye to her, but being him, he was not there. She sighed at her hope that she needs to constantly put aside, for she knows, nothing will ever work out. Breaking up with Tom and ending their engagement has been the hardest, she blames herself for their relationship, he understood, but she can't lie to him. But Sherlock never changed which she thought he did. For some reason how he treated her was quite different after his fall but after few months he's back asking for favors. Plus the drugs, Jeanine, and Magnussen, she can't be around him like that. She has to find herself, and to take away all the feelings she has for Sherlock. Maybe this time she will actually move on.

All her bags are ready to be checked-in, "It's time," she thought. "I will be back after six months, I will be better" she said to them, "You should be!" Mary replied. She walked away but as she reached the glass door, she turned around and took one last look to the couple who drove her to the airport. She smiled and waved goodbye.

The couple just watched her disappear from the crowd. John placed her arms around Mary as they turned around and walked over to where their car is parked. "I know I haven't known her long enough, but I will miss her," Mary told her husband , "I know," John replied as he rubbed his hand on her arm. He sighed, "I just hope that she really does move on from Sherlock."

In Baker Street, Sherlock is sitting on his chair with his hands clasped together and placed under his chin, obviously busy with his Mind Palace. He has stayed there for quite sometime, John came into the room. He went about the room and went to Sherlock's laptop and checked on his inbox for cases.

"All of those are below 5 John. There is nothing there"

"Where were you?"

"Here, I have been here since last night. You already know that"

"Yeah, we were waiting for you"

"Why? I don't need to see Molly go. Why do you keep insisting this?"

"Because she's your friend too Sherlock!"

"She doesn't want me to be there! I already asked her not to go because it wouldn't be safe since Moriarty is out there. She wouldn't listen, I couldn't stop her"

"You could Sherlock, you could have. But you didn't. You know what? I am glad, I'm glad you didn't stop her then, because now she will finally be able to get rid of you"

Sherlock huffed at John's comments, and mumbled something to himself,

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing. I'm busy. Go back to your pregnant wife"

John just shook his head and went out of the flat and to his home that day, leaving Sherlock in his old position as if nothing had happened.

Six months later, Molly is back in the same airport where she left. She looked at the surroundings, the dark and gloomy clouds of London welcomed her as people are coming and going. The busy airport, the cabs, different cars, and all that was before. No one was there to pick her up, she never really told anyone of her return date even though she kept in touch with Mary and John, even with Mrs. Hudson and Greg. She hailed a cab and gave directions going to her flat, the taxi drove away, and she silently watched the busy streets of London and its people. She did miss it, but her time in America was splendid although it didn't seem to start quite pleasantly.

Few minutes later she is finally home, she gathered all her bags, which is more than when she left. As she entered her flat, it is obvious that nothing really changed. However, there was some strange feeling about it. She walked and went straight to her bedroom, and when she opened the door, there she found Sherlock sleeping in her bed. She gasped at the view, but she didn't hesitate to walk over to him and stood on his side, she quickly shook him to wake up,

"Sherlock!"

He was startled by the person looking at him,

"Molly!"

"Yes it's me, I'm back, why are you in my flat?"

Sherlock sat up and rubbed his face,

"Mrs. Hudson has been bothering me lately, so I came here to think, apparently I fell asleep. I think I have been exhausted lately"

"Okay."

She didn't say anything, but walked out of the room, only to come back a few minutes later, she saw Sherlock still sitting on her bed, texting,

"Sherlock"

"Hmm"

"I need you to leave"

"What?"

"You heard me, I need you to leave, and I want you to leave"

"I'm not bothering you, I can just stay here in your flat and you can just sleep in here"

"Yes you are bothering me. I want you to leave. And I want to make something clear; I no longer want you breaking into my flat anytime you feel like it."

"But this where I need to hide! They already know my other bolt holes!"

"Is someone after you right now?"

"No"

"Then there is no reason for you to be here. I am tired from the flight I still have a jetlag, don't argue with me this is my flat and I want you to leave and I don't want to hear anymore"

Sherlock was about to say something but he just pressed his lips together, Molly noticed that there is some sadness in his eyes, but she knows it is something that he would do. He just walked out of her room and closed the door behind him. When he finally left, she took off her clothes and put on something comfortable, slumped on the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

Back in Baker Street, Sherlock was still in shock that Molly told him to leave her flat, for all the times that he's known her, she was always giving and doesn't complain about his antics. "What have they done to my pathologist? Was she brainwashed in America?" he asked himself annoyingly. He sat down and pulled out his phone and texted John,

BAKER STREET NOW! – SH

WHAT IS IT NOW? DO YOU HAVE A CASE – JW

JUST COME OVER I WILL TELL YOU ONCE YOU'RE HERE – SH

FINE – JW

BRING CHINESE – SH

Sherlock smiled at his last message, he knows John could not say no. He went to the bathroom and took a shower and went out to wait for John. A few minutes later, John is already at his door.

"John! Good, you're here!"

John rolled his eyes and settled the Chinese take away at the coffee table,

"What is it this time Sherlock? Is this a new case?"

"No, not really"

"Then what?"

"Molly's back"

"She is? How, how did you know?"

"I was in her flat, have been for two days. Mrs. Hudson has been so annoying"

"So you decided to just break in to her flat?"

"Obviously. It's not really difficult, I already reminded her to change her locks because it's not secured enough, but she just won't listen, so I kept on picking it"

"You really have no respect with her privacy! You see why she left?"

"I don't know what you're talking about John. Clearly there is something wrong with her!"

"What did you do this time Sherlock?"

"Nothing! Why do you always think I did something!?"

"Because you're Sherlock Holmes!"

"I was in her bedroom sleeping and then she came in! I stayed there after she walked out the door and when she came back she told me to leave and not to come there whenever I just want to!"

John was stunned with how Molly managed to tell him to bugger off,

"Huh. Good for her! Finally. This is good!"

"Good? There is nothing good about it! What if Mrs. Hudson tried to bother me again or you! Or even Gavin!"

"It's Greg! You don't need to use her flat just because you're annoyed with people!"

"She never had a problem with me coming to her flat before! What's so different now?! They did something to her!"

"What? Like an intervention program on how to move on from you?"

"Maybe…"

John chuckled at him, and placed both his hands on his hips shaking his head in amusement,

"For a genius you really are an idiot"

Sherlock just glared at him and directed himself to the takeaway that John brought and busied himself eating while John did the same,

"Sherlock just let her be at the moment, she went away to move on from you"

"What do you mean move on from me? She doesn't seem to stutter around me anymore, she seems more normal now…"

"Yeah but do you remember when the palms of her hand hit your face?"

"Ahh yes, to be honest I was really glad for the lack of the ring"

"Sherlock shut up! Molly took that seriously. If you don't understand then at least give her the space and stop bothering her until she comes to you once more"

Sherlock didn't say anything more, but just focused on his food while he process what John had said. The night went on like that until John was texted by Mary to come home; he decided he no longer need to babysit the consulting detective from his sulking. He said good evening to him and went home.