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So, I'm writing this for someone and I wanted to explain the situation, please skip this if you don't want to read it, it's probably going to be quite mushy.

As you will know if you've read previous fics of mine, epitomeoffangirls is my best friend in real life and on here and she is my beta. I lost the people that I used to call my best friends earlier this year and she's been there for me since then. I love her so much and I don't deserve her and I thank my lucky stars I've got an amazing friend like her by my side everyday. This story will be based on one of our shared favourite songs Crash Land by Twin Atlantic. It's a really lovely song and (she's going to kill me for this) it was the song playing when she had her first kiss so it means a lot to her.

Each chapter will be based on a line from the song and throughout the story there will be references to epitomeoffangirls. So without further ado, here is my story and I hope you enjoy it! ~ theemotionalrangeofateaspoon xx

"Suicide of Fake Genius"

"Crash Land"

"You know if Jim – sorry, Moriarty – wrote that it would probably say "Crashed and Burned"" Molly joked.

"Trust you to think of Jim when we're reading up on my suicide," Sherlock sighed.

"I helped you fake your death and I'm letting you stay in my flat until you start your little adventure, you're supposed to be nice to me," Molly smirked with her nose still buried in The Sun.

"Molly, I don't do nice," he said, rolling his eyes.

"If you make me a cup of coffee in the morning I'll forgive you," she teased.

"Do I have to?" Sherlock whined, grinning at her.

Molly nodded, yawning at the same time. Immediately after, Sherlock yawned too.

"Come on, Sherlock, time for sleep," she moaned, tugging at the sleeve of his dressing gown.

He reluctantly followed to his bedroom. Well, her room, she was sleeping in the guest room. She picked up Toby from the bed and Sherlock flopped down against the pillow. He was asleep in seconds.

"I suppose surviving a fall from Bart's is tiring," Molly whispered. She turned off the lamp and kissed Sherlock's forehead quickly. "Goodnight, Captain Holmes."

"I'm going to kill Mycroft," he groaned. Not quite asleep then.

"Now, William, that's not very nice!" she reprimanded him, giggling, before he threw a pillow and a middle finger her way.

Sherlock rolled over onto his back and placed his fingers over his mouth while he thought. Moriarty's network had to be pulled apart until not a single thread remained. He would need help and although he liked staying (and being babied) at Molly's flat, he would have to be on his way soon. He began to piece a map together of all the places that Moriarty would have his network hidden. A part would be in China, because he had been in control of the smuggling ring. He was sponsoring serial killers so Sherlock would have to look into that. The countries which used to be Czechoslovakia, Miss Wenceslas had managed to get into contact. The Golem too, other assassins could have been under his control. All these other places that he would have to search after Britain because obviously people had been put into contact here, "Jim'll fix it" as Sherlock had dubbed it. He may have to get into contact with The Woman, she'd tell him something. Or she would once she'd been reminded of him saving her life. Finally, Mycroft had been watching Moriarty and had had him imprisoned for information, if anyone would have files on his network it was Mycroft.

Sherlock finally opened his eyes, they were itchy and sleep was calling to him but sleep could wait for a while, he was on a case.

I need files on Moriarty. Email me ASAP. – SH

Sherlock's phone started buzzing and the screen lit up with Mycroft's name.

"Hello brother dear," Sherlock exclaimed sarcastically.

"Do you ever sleep, Sherlock? It's 4am," Mycroft complained

"Not when there's a criminal network that needs to be stopped."

I'll send the files in the morning, I can't access them at night."

"You occupy a minor position in the British government, if anyone can get to those files, you can"

Mycroft was about to reply when he heard a shout of complaint from Sherlock and Molly's voice on the phone.

"Sherlock's going to sleep now, Mr Holmes, whatever you're doing you can do tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Miss Hooper."

But the line had already gone dead.

Sherlock made a face that Molly hadn't seen on anyone under 9 years old.

"Don't give me that look. I have work and you have Moriarty, your case hasn't started yet and you are not going to keep us both awake so go to sleep now"

"You know, when you're at the morgue, you're a lot more understanding of my habits," he grumbled under his breath.

"Well, I'm not at the morgue at 4 o' clock in the bloody morning, am I?" she retorted.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'll go to sleep now but can I have my phone back please?" he asked and held out his hand.

"Your phone stays with me until my alarm goes off"

"Sleep in here then"

"What?" Molly choked and gave Sherlock a confused look.

"It's a double bed, there's enough room and I need my phone near me in case Mycroft sends me the files" he pouted at her and patted the bed beside him.

"You are utterly ridiculous, Sherlock Holmes" she sighed but climbed in beside him and, to Sherlock's disappointment, put the phone under her pillow.

"Goodnight Molly"

"Night," Molly said, yawning.

Back to the mind palace then. Sherlock kept trying to get through to Moriarty's cell door but was constantly greeted by Molly's plain wood one. Rolling his eyes he walked in to find her sitting there on her sofa with Toby curled up on her lap, and she was softy humming a lullaby to him.

His deductions of her swirled around her image. Strong, intelligent, cat-lover, heavy-sleeper, loyal, coffee-drinker all there along with her dress size, perfume (Jo Malone's Orange Blossom Cologne), height and weight. New ones had joined since he'd been living with her: funny, confident, firm, and beautiful. How he hadn't seen these before confused him. She'd always been funny, but he'd always brushed off her awkward jokes, he'd always seen her as shy and scared and a pushover but she wasn't and he'd always seen her as plain but spending so much time with her, he'd noticed that she really was very, very pretty.

A loud beeping noise from Molly's bedroom woke them both from their dreams.

"Piss off" Molly groaned but got up and shuffled to her room to turn it off.

Sherlock threw her pillow away to get to his phone, if it had been there.

Molly came back into the room holding Toby and smiling sleepily. She threw his phone at him.

"Come on, Sherlock," she said, "You owe me a cup of coffee"

He smirked drowsily and slumped through to the kitchen with her.