I have never, I repeat, never expected that I would write in this fandom, but this one-shot just wouldn't leave me alone, and when it was done, I wasn't too sure about it. I hope that you all enjoy it anyway!

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She held the scalpel delicately in her hand, and slowly cut a perfect straight line in the corpse's body. It was a procedure she had done many times, and this time was no different, so why was she nervous?

Finishing the line, she straightened, and slowly turned her head around. She knew why. Since the return of Moriarty, Sherlock had been absent from the lab.

From her.

Granted, she knew that he was staying away because, according to John, he still considered Molly a dear friend, and didn't want her involved, but she knew the truth.

She knew that he stayed away to protect her. To protect them.

She shook her head, and placed her hands on the table next to the corpse. It had been near on a week since he had come to her, and she missed him.

She shouldn't. She couldn't control him, and voicing how she felt would not be wise, especially when he was doing everything to protect her.

She closed her eyes as she heard the door to the autopsy open, and tried to focus on her work. She felt the hairs on her the back of her neck stand up, and slowly she swallowed, and turned around.

His face remained stoic as he gazed at her, but his eyes…

His eyes absorbed everything about her, as if he hadn't seen her in a year, not just a week. "Dr. Hooper," He began, speaking in a low tone, causing shivers to run through her body at the sound of her name on his deep baritone voice.

"Mr. Holmes," She returned, hating that her voice sounded breathless.

He moved passed her with a curt nod, and tilted his head to the side, as his hands locked behind him, as he walked on.

She bowed her head, and placed the scalpel on the table, before taking off her gloves, and tossed them in the trash.

She followed him to the back of the lab, and walked passed him as he held open the door for her to enter, before following her.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he reached for her, and she fell into his arms.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, holding her close.

She shook her head, and tightened her hold around his neck, as her toes hurt from standing up on them to reach him. "It's okay. I understand." She returned in a low tone.

He groaned, and pulled back, and searched her eyes. "I would have come sooner." He began, not knowing the words to say.

She smiled, and touched his face with her right hand, loving the strong features of his face. "Sherlock, I understand." She returned, firmly.

He sighed, and leaned in her hand. "John told me how you've been working around the clock." He stated, in a scolding tone.

She shook her head, and placed both hands on his chest. "Don't start scolding me, William Sherlock." She remarked, her brown eyes flashing. "You need all the help you can get, and granted I can't do much in this lab, but at least…" She began, moving away from him, throwing her arms out, before he shook his head, and turned her face him.

"I didn't say you couldn't, Molly." He said, bending his head to gaze into her eyes. "Besides, you've helped me more than anybody." He continued, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thanks to you, the Faux Moriarty will soon be apprehended." He added with pride.

She lowered her eyes as she placed her hands on his chest once again. "And then?" She asked, daring to hope.

He smiled, and reached up with both hands to caress her face. "And then, we no longer hide in the shadows." He whispered, in a low baritone which sent shivers through her body.

She smiled, and bowed her head to touch her forehead to his chest for a brief moment before lifting it to gaze into his now blue eyes. She wanted to tell him that she didn't care about hiding in the shadows because it wasn't anyone's business but their own about their personal life, but for the sake of their protection, they needed to keep their newfound love a secret.

He smiled, and drew her closer to him, and bent his head. With a breath of air between them, he brushed his lips over hers, and slowly stepped back.

She reached for his hand, and held it in hers. "Be careful out there, Sherlock." She replied, softly, her emotions showing in her eyes and voice.

He smiled, and stepped closer to her once again, this time, his lips descended on hers with a force of a promise that he would come back to her, and when he did everything would be alright.

~XXX~

Her eyes blinked a few times as she focused on the area around her, and she inhaled deeply, struggling against the ropes that had her hands tied behind her.

"Molly, Molly, Molly,"

She stilled her movements, and slowly lifted her head to see a man she thought was long dead, but clearly he wasn't. "Jim?" She whispered, in a low tone.

He smiled, and stepped towards her, kneeling down after he came within a foot of her. "The very same." He remarked, smiling devilishly.

She swallowed, and shook her head. "How?" She asked, as he tilted his head to the side.

"Your precious boyfriend isn't the only one who can fake a death, you know." He answered, with a smile on his face.

She closed her eyes, and bowed her head. "What do you want with me?" She asked, shaking her head, her voice weak, and yet filled with strength.

He smirked, and reached forward to brush his fingers over her cheek, before settling on the chain around her neck. "Your fiancée of course," He whispered, backing away from her.

She swallowed, and closed her eyes.

How did he know?

~XXX~

Sherlock did everything he could to control his temper, as he listened to Lestrade give details of how the lab was nearly destroyed, and the pathologist, HIS pathologist was nowhere to be found.

He clenched his fists at his sides, and stepped back only to march towards the back office where they had met a few hours before.

He heard footsteps behind him, and he stilled as he placed his hands on the desk. "He took her, John." He stated, his body nearly shaking.

John nodded, and sighed. "I know." He returned, not truly knowing what to say to calm his friend down. "Do you know why?" He asked, causing Sherlock to straighten, and turn around with a dangerous glare in his eyes.

"Because he knows I love her."

~XXX~

Sherlock didn't pay any heed to the calls of hesitance from the others as he walked to the building, he knew she was in.

All his planning, all his careful moves to protect her, had failed, and he wasn't sure why.

All he knew was that she was in danger, and he needed her back. She kept him stable, not like John, who had brought him out of the world of little emotion. She kept him strong, gave him confidence when others didn't believe, and believed in him when others faltered.

She was his strength, his refuge, his everything, and now she was in danger.

It didn't matter.

All that mattered was getting her back, and making sure she was safe in his arms.

~XXX~

Molly coughed as the gas seeped into the room, and she fought to keep her eyes open.

"Sherlock…" She whispered, falling to her side. "Sherlock…"

~XXX~

Sherlock lowered the gun, and glared at the body in front of him, knowing that this wasn't the end.

"Oh, Sherlock, you have changed, since last we met."

He stiffened his back, and slowly turned around, a cold smirk placed on his face. "You are not Moriarty." He stated, shaking his head.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He stated, stepping closer.

Sherlock smirked, and moved his eyes around. "Where is she?" He asked, nonchalantly.

Moriarty smirked, and moved his eyes around before focusing on Sherlock. "If you mean your little fiancée, then…" He began, pausing to sigh. "You know, I always wondered, how you faked your death, but then I saw you with her, and it hit me. She helped you." He stated, clapping his hands together.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and stepped closer, trying to keep his head in the game. "Where is she?" He asked again.

Moriarty chuckled, and moved around the room. "She's around." He stated, waving his arms around. "In fact, I would say that she's…asleep right about now." He added, with a chuckle.

Sherlock, understanding what the criminal meant, swallowed, and tried to control his temper, but images of Molly hurt or dying filled his mind, and though he tried to control it, he couldn't stop. "If you've hurt her…"

Moriarty smiled, and turned his head to the side. "Do you want to know how I figured it out?" He asked, stepping towards Sherlock. "Your dear brother was very helpful with the CCTV cameras." He whispered, watching Sherlock's jaw clench. "Besides, you didn't really think I overlooked dear Molly the first time, did you?" He asked, watching his adversary carefully. "She really is a wonderful, plain girl, isn't she?" He mocked, though he sounded sincere.

Sherlock had enough. With one quick movement, he lifted his gun, and pulled the trigger, shooting Moriarty in the shoulder, smirking as Moriarty fell to the ground. "She isn't plain." He stated, kicking Moriarty in the head, knocking him out.

Lifting his head, he ran.

~XXX~

Molly thought for a moment that she was hallucinating as her eyes flickered opened and found him sitting beside her.

"Sherlock?" She croaked out.

Sherlock nodded, and tentatively placed his left hand on her hands. "You're alright." He remarked, stiffly. "You inhaled just a small amount of Carbon Monoxide, not enough to kill, but enough to put you asleep." He added, watching her nod.

"What about Moriarty?" She asked, watching him, carefully.

He lowered his eyes, and sighed through his nose. "He's in custody." He answered, after a moment.

She tilted her head to the side, and swallowed. "You didn't kill him?" She asked, softly.

He shook his head. "No, though I wanted to." He stated, watching her smile.

"I guess our cover is blown, isn't it?" She asked, lowering her eyes to his hand, rubbing circles over hers.

He smiled, and nodded. "It was unavoidable." He stated, shaking his head.

She smiled, and nodded. "Sherlock," She whispered, lifting her eyes to gaze into his. "Thank you, for saving me."

He smiled, and leaned forward, within a hair's breathe of her lips. "Nobody takes my heart, except you Molly Hooper." He whispered, huskily, sending shivers through her body.

She smiled, and opened her mouth to receive his as he kissed her with a loving touch. "Just wait until I get out of this bed…" She whispered, hearing him chuckle in the deep baritone.

"I'm looking forward to it, Dr. Hooper." He remarked, hearing her laugh with a loving sound.

And he was right, nobody takes Sherlock's heart unless that person is a certain pathologist, besides they can't take it once it's been given, and he certainly had given her his heart, as she did hers.

Please be kind!

Okay, I have avoided writing in this fandom, because I always believed that I could not do Sherlock justice, but I believe I did okay with him in this. I hope you agree...

Also, this will be a collection of one-shots, so I will take requests, prompts, anything you care to send me regarding these two! I will try to do them justice!

Looking forward to hearing from you all!

Until Next Time...