"Hello, Sherlock," I said, giving him a shy smile.

"Morning, Molly," he stated. "Excited for your holiday, I presume?"

It was true that I had planned to go on holiday this week. I had always wanted to go to Italy, and I had managed to save up my money to go. Nothing was going to stop me. Not even Sherlock Holmes could stop me from going. I needed this holiday. Now that John is off with Mary, Sherlock has no one to solve crimes with. I could tell Sherlock was getting bored and desperate like before he met John.

"Yeah," I stuttered. "Going to Italy."

"Ah, yes," Sherlock said. "It's, er, nice this time of year."

An awkward silence fell on us. I shuffled my feet nervously.

"Uh," I muttered. "Did you want to...come with?"

I didn't actually want Sherlock to come with. He wasn't exactly the going-away type.

"No, no, no," Sherlock said quickly, and I almost sighed in relief. "I can't leave London at the moment. Far too busy."

"Oh," I said with fake disappointedness. "Well, I'll see you later, Sherlock."

"Goodbye, Molly."

Once I arrived in Venice, Italy, I felt like a new woman. Especially because the cute bell boy at the hotel was really flirty with me. I think he fancied me. We exchanged mobile phone numbers. Since he knew which room I was staying in, he visited often. I won't go into details, but we'd gotten so close over the past few days that he's stayed overnight, if you know what I mean. I've offically called him my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend.

It was Friday night when my perfect love story came to a screeching halt. I found none other than Sherlock in a little restaurant a few blocks away from my hotel. I walked in to see what he was doing here. I sat across from him, who clearly knew I would come into the restaurant.

"Your new boyfriend is a fake," he said simply.

"What?"

"The man you've been sleeping with-he's a part of Moriarty's web. He's using you do get to me," Sherlock explained.

"How do you know?"

"I don't, not for sure, but you have to trust me, Molly,"

"Are you trying to ruin my life?" I demanded.

"No, Molly-" he leaned forward, then glanced briefly behind me. "We need to go. Now."

I didn't dare look behind me. "Why?"

Sherlock stood, grabbing my hand. "Now, Molly. Now! Go!"

I immediately stood and ran out of the restaurant, followed by Sherlock. Once outside, Sherlock ran past me and placed himself on a two-person silver moped.

"A moped? Really?"

"Don't question, just get on!"