Among the several hundred shouting, laughing and drinking New-Yorkers gathered in Times Square to celebrate New-Year's Eve, no one paid much attention to the (supposed to be) dead British detective and a mousy and oddly lively pathologist, staggering behind him.

Sherlock was in a hurry to get away from the crowd. The last mission was solved, and now a new clue and another mystery has begun.

"We must get back to the hotel," he said loudly for Molly to hear among the roaring crowd, he raised a small piece of paper with the clue written on it "We have to find out what this means…"

He turned his head a bit and, realizing Molly was not clumsily running behind him, looked around, his head turning quickly, eyeing every person. For god's sake Molly where have you gone now? He looked at every girl. 5"6'? no she's too tall. Brown hair. Brown hair? No too curly. Too dark. Finally, he spotted her.

"Molly!"

She looked at him, dark eyes gleaming, and smiled. She was too far to allow him to shout and entire sentence to her without losing his voice, so he motioned with his arms for her to follow him. She copied his movement, only motioning toward herself.

"Oh for the love of-" he whispered to himself and walked up to her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh come on Sherlock, it's only 30 minutes until midnight, can we just stay until then?"

"Why?!"

"Well, how many times in my life time will I get the chance to be at the countdown in New-York City Sherlock?"

He rolled his eyes, sentiment.

"Molly, I need to solve this case!" he waved the note in the air in front of her.

"Oh come on," she snatched the note and opened it "I'm sure we can leave this until tomorrow you- you being mad genius and all-" and then she read the note.

Her mouth hung open and her body froze.

"Molly?" he bent down to look at her face "Molly?! What is it? What do you know?!" he grabbed her shoulders and shook them, causing her head to look up quickly.

"What is this? Where did you find this?" She asked on the verge of tears.

"It's a clue. I found a text in the phone that belonged to the last sniper we managed to catch. What do you know Molly!?"

She read the words again:

When the glass slipper falls

The new kingdom will shatter

"Midnight…" She mumbled.

Sherlock eyebrows knit, "Midnight? Tonight? How do you know from this clue?"

"The glass slippers, from Cinderella…"

"What-Ella?"

With a brief summary of the story Sherlock stared blankly down at the note.

"Amazing," a smirk formed on his lips "long gone but his game is still on, how passionate."

The last word he spoke sent shivers down her spine.

He spoke to herself "So we know the time, it'll be midnight 'when the glass slipper falls'. The 'new kingdom'? New York I guess." He chuckled "Oh this is exquisite!"

Molly rolled her eyes "Not good Sherlock, it's not good."

Sherlock grabbed her arm, leaned down and whispered to her "We have 25 minutes to save every single person you see around you, now-" he led her by her arm away from the crowd "… this is what we are going to do."