So! This one will be my biggest story yet. Its starts about a year and a half after The Fall and guess what? Everything has become a mess without Sherlock! His friends are on a lot of trouble and its NOT a coincidence. This chapter is just to set the right mood and explain what has happened to each since the suicide. I also created a new character that will play a HUGE roll on the developing of this story.

Sherlock doesn't appears until the next chapter, so be patient and keep reading

The killer

The day was just perfect.

John Watson couldn't help but to wonder if he was inside of one of those Hallmark cards filled with stupidly perfect landscapes and happy people laughing around a fireplace. Of course, those people were paid to fake their joy and his, instead, was completely sincere. For the first time in months, he was completely happy and nothing was going to take that away from him.

All thanks to a little person with blond wavy hair, pale skin, brilliant blue eyes, soft voice, slightly obsessed with perfection, which never got up early on Sundays, who cried with romantic movies, who preferred fish above cats or dogs, who liked strawberry ice cream, who was allergic to nuts, who adored pink over all things…

Mary was just perfect for him.

She had found him a few months ago. Actually, they had bumped into each other outside a cafeteria. He had helped her picking up her things and ( such a cliché!) they hands touched for a second. Somehow he found the courage to ask her out and she accepted. They spend a whole afternoon talking about those stupid things that seem so interesting for people in love. She was a writer, with a special talent for romantic novels that sadly, were only read by a few readers of her blog.

John liked her.

For the first time in a year, he didn't thought of Sherlock not even once, but he was too happy to feel guilty about that.

After just three months of knowing her, he kneeled and asked the big question. Hopeless romantic as she was, Mary accepted almost immediately.

And every day since then, she had been planning this awesome wedding on the country.

John smiled at his image on the mirror. He was wearing a tuxedo and he had cleaned up pretty nicely for the occasion. He didn't doubt his decision once and over all, the wedding seemed like a logical thing for two people who loved each other just as much as them.

A logical thing.

Sherlock would have loved that. For him, there was no logic in love which made it unnecessary and stupid for people.

A shade of sadness crossed John's eyes. Even with his horrible rude comments and his constant eye rolling, he would have been hell of a best man.

"Whish me luck" he whispered with a smile, talking to the memory of his dead friend.

Damn! Maybe the stress had began to affect his mind.

An opportune knock on the door broke the moment. John opened the door a little surprise at what he saw.

Lestrade seemed awfully worried and the glass of vodka on his right hand revealed he was trying to gather the courage for something. He was wearing a suit and John was about to ask him why wasn't him on the church with other guests when he saw that two police officers were standing behind him.

"What's…?" john began to ask, but he was quickly interrupted by the commotion caused by his soon to be father in law, who tried to tackled him.

Mr. Holland was a very respectful and shy man. John remembered the first time he met him and recognized that they hadn't talked a lot since then, but that seemed like no reason for him to attack him. The old man was quickly restrained by the two young police officers and Lestrade tried to impose some of his authority.

"Jones, Warrick, take Mr. Holland out of the hotel too cool down."

"I'm going to kill him! I swear to god, I'll kill him!" Mr. Holland yelled as he tried to punch, John observed the picture shocked and then the noticed the commotion coming from the other rooms of the hotel.

The faces of the disturbed guests and staff hotel members began to crowd the hallway as the two officers struggled to take Mary's father out.

"What the hell is going on Lestrade?" john asked hysterically.

"John I'm going to have to ask you to come with me to the station." Lestrade ordered with authority.

John blinked twice as he processed the information. "Are you insane? I'm going to marry in just an hour! What are you trying to…"

"John there's been an issue." Lestrade chose his words very carefully. "You may have to postpone the wedding."

John, after having work with Sherlock, knew how to take a hint. "Lestrade, where is Mary?"

"In the hospital." Lestrade confessed. John felt the strength on his legs abandoning him as hes face grew paler. "Someone poisoned her."

"Let's go." John agreed as he left the room where he had been so happy just second ago to jump on what would be into the most stressful 24 hours of his life.

The crazy

"This is outrageous! To take advantage of a poor old lady like me!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Hudson, but the doctor's report was extremely clear." The nurse sitting on the couch talked with this cold and emotionless voice that made Mr. Hudson shiver.

How could this have gotten so out of control?

She had received the first notification a month ago, when Mr. Silverman, the neighbor, had accused her of drowning his cat and hanging it out of his window. That was nonsense! She had never hurt anyone in her life.

The police had agreed to file the case after Lestrade testified on her favor.

Then it had been the letters. The whole neighborhood had received them, containing awful dead threats and insults. They tracked down the letters to her house and accused her of intimidation.

After that, things just fell apart.

No one would rent the flat and debts started piling up. Witnesses declared that she ran around naked on the street or that she woke up everyone by singing opera on the middle of the night. Mr. Hudson never did any of that. She remained in all day, scared to go out and face the shame over her.

Finally, public assistance had demanded her to take a physiological evaluation to see if she was still fit to take care of herself. She had answered the test, convinced that it was the proof of her complete innocence. Instead, they declared her mentally ill.

"I assure you St. Burgos hospital is a very nice place where they would take care of you." The nurse talked in a condescending tone, but the officers on the door confirmed that she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Can I..I have to…make a call?" Mr. Hudson's voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears. She had managed to keep the accusations in secret, but maybe it was time to ask for help. Lestrade or even John; who had unfortunately moved out before the whole thing started.

"No, maam, we have to leave immediately." The nurse stood up and then added with a threatening tone. "Don't make us drag you out. Save you the embarrassment."

"Let me get my purse." Mr. Hudson surrendered as a tear escaped her eye.

The victim

Molly's cell phone raged once.

Twice.

Thirteen times.

She heard the ranging, but she couldn't gather the strength to lift of the floor and answer. After the beating she had received, she made a huge effort just to keep breathing. She noticed the blood on the tiles of the bathroom and thought about how hard it would be to rub it off the floor.

He would be mad at her for making such a mess.

Then he would hit her again.

Molly broke off and started crying and sobbing as she curled up on the floor. Each scar, each bruise told its own story. She couldn't believe she was now one of those girls.

One of those girls who hid every bruise under the makeup. How put on a smile every morning, even when they hadn't been able to sleep because of the pain. One of those girls who were unable to ask for help, even if they were going through hell. She hated her boyfriend, she hated herself for putting up with the torture, and she hated HIM for leaving her like this…she hated it all.

The phone ranged again.

Three missed calls from her mom wondering why she never called.

Four from john asking if she was going to the wedding.

Three of Mr. Hudson, who leaved no voice message.

Three from her boyfriend apologizing for the beating but threatening her not to tell anybody at the same time.

One from an unknown number.

Molly closed her eyes and fell asleep on the floor.

She was going to be okay.

Just not today.

The pink bunny

Valentina decided to take the long way home. She did that often now, whenever she needed time away from her mother. It was cold outside and a small cloud of vapor formed whenever she breathed. She liked this time of the afternoon, when the activity on the streets was dying out and there were no people on the streets. Those were the only moments of silence she got in all day. She threw her head back and enjoyed the wind floating through her hair.

Was she such a bad person for wanting a break?

Haven't she done enough?

After her mother got sick, she was the only one that stayed to take care of her. She put up with her night terrors, when she acted like a 10 year old, when she tries to strangled her. Valentina didn't think she was able to love. She had Aspenger and she had always been that "troubled girl" on the classroom. She had no boyfriend or friends because she couldn't handle the stress of a relationship. But she would never, ever allow anyone to take her mother away even if she was a danger to herself and to others.

That was love, right?

Or at least it was pretty close.

Valentina worked very hard every day to keep her mother in secret. No authority would allow a seventeen year old to take care of a psychotic mother. They had tried to take her away a few times but Valentina had always escaped. She quit school after teachers began asking too much questions. Luckily she was extremely good with computers. Almost brilliant.

And there were some fast and very illegal ways to get rich with computers, looks and brain; three things she had.

So when she saw the police car on her house she almost fainted. She quickly hid behind a parked truck and observed cautiously. Two police officers came out. A third one came out later, carrying her personal laptop. Valentina swallowed the knot on her throat. Another officer came out, dragging her mother.

Valentina repressed the urge to scream, to ran to her mother's arms and calm her down, to tell her that everything was going to be okay, to save her. Instead, she froze.

"Valentina! Valentina!" he mother called out desperately. She was only wearing a tin old dirty night gown and a slipper (only one). Her dark messy hair flied around her head, giving her a vulnerable air. "¡Hija! ¿Quiénes son estas personas? ¡Valentina! ¿Dónde estás?"

Valentina wanted to respond her mother's calling but then she listened as the first officer talked on the radio. "Unidad 405 Zaragoza. Cambio. Vamos a nescecitar refuerzos." Then the Spanish officers looked around suspiciously and added. "Tell Mr. Player we found something."

The police was calling the central dispatcher for reinforcement. And then added something else in Spanish that made absolutely no sense for the young girl. Valentina took out her phone.

She didn't know what to do next, but obviously this was too big to handle on her own. Her mother was going to be taken to an asylum and after a quick scan of her computer, Valentina would become a fugitive. Ho the hell was Thinker? Why did the policeman talked in English?

Valentina texted as fast as she could ask the only man he knew she could trust for help.

"Sherlock? This is Pink Bunny. I need some help."

The response took no longer than ten seconds.

"I told you to never contact me again unless it was urgent. So?"

"It's bad. Very bad. Meet you on the bridge?"

Valentina struggled to text because of the tears on her eyes. She also tried to ignore her mother crying as the officers forced her into one of the police cars.

"9 o´clock. Be careful."

Another text came in shortly after she started walking away from her house, knowing she could never go back.

"Bunny? Don't do anything stupid."

Of course not, Sherlock. Valentina thought.

Confused? Review me about any doubt you may have…also the Spanish traduction would be:

"¡Daughter! Where are you? Who are this people? Valentina!"

But it was kind of off character that the mother spoke in English given that she is Spanish. So…what do you think? Next chapter will be completely Sherlock POV, I promise!