Molly, Sherlock and John went out from Saint Barth's Hospital, almost running.
« - What do we do now ? » John asked.
« - You go home ! shouted Sherlock to cover the noise of the street. You must protect your wife and child. Mary is certainly a good…protector, but she's pregnant and you must be by her side if something happens. »
« - Okay, agreed John. What about you ? »
« - Going to search for Caroline…, he mumbled. Someone from my homeless network certainly knows where she is. »
John took a cab to go home and explained Mary what was happening. She unconsciously put a safe hand on her round belly, fearing the worst for her family.
« - Wait ! Molly said as Sherlock began to walk off St Barth's front-yard. I'm coming with you, Sherlock. »
« - Sorry ? he said with disdain. It's out of question, you would be a…burden.
« - Well, according to my observation skills, your relationship with this miss Rose isn't quite joyful, and I'd say really cold. She ran away when she saw you. She came, apparently risking her own life, to warn me about something Moriarty's planning. If I don't come with you, she won't trust you. »
Sherlock looked at her straight in the eyes and saw that strength he had seen growing during all these years. Now she was in immediate danger, she was once again ready to help him again. She had always trusted him and so he had for her. He had always cared for her even he never really showed her the way she wanted to. « That's my Molly » he thought before smiling slightly.
« - Right, he finally said, but if there is any danger, don't wait for me to tell you to run, just run. »
« - Okay. » she nodded.
They walked fast in different streets, asking some homeless if they had seen Caroline. Sherlock was glad that Molly had insisted to come, because he would have been enable to describe his own ex-sister. Molly came to ask that question while they were running on Rodney Street, next to Kings Cross.
« - I had not saw her since my eight years old, he answered. I just remember a few things about her.
« - How can this be ? » asked Molly, completely shocked.
« - Not the moment, escaped Sherlock. Oh wait a minute ! »
He stopped at the corner of a street, and walked to a beggar. He put some money off his pocket and asked her something, then gave her the money. The beggar went away as Sherlock came back to Molly. He took firmly her hand and began to run.
« - I know where she is ! he said with a serious look. There's abandoned warehouse in Crinan Street, it's reputed to be a five stars drug den. »
« - W…What ? asked Molly while running. Five stars drug den ?! »
« - Means if you pay enough, security is granted, answered Sherlock. »
« - Is she also…, asked nervously Molly, I mean, why a drug den ? Does she takes drugs ? »
« - Don't know, answered Sherlock, you'll tell me. »
« - But why does she need a security if she's a…what already ? asked Molly out of breath A karateka ? »
« - She can't fight while sleeping. » smiled Sherlock.
They finally arrived at the entrance of the warehouse, apparently not watched. The entrance wasn't that clear though, they didn't know where to begin. A man, rather tall, and rather dirty, came out from the darkness and asked them :
« - Why 're 'ya here ? What d'ya want ? There's nothin' there. »
« - I've heard there was some opium there ? asked Sherlock. My wife and I prefer to consume outside of the house. »
« - Understood…, said the man. Bu' there's nothin' of this here, so mov' on…or I call my friends… »
Molly suddenly took things in hand and raised a scalpel from her pocket to the man's throat. He didn't seem impressed though.
« - Let me get my dose or I cut your veins and you'll die of blood loss. »
The man saw the anger in Molly's eyes and knew she could be dangerous without her dose. Plus, the couple seemed to have money.
« - 'k, this way, Mister and Mrs Freaks. Opium is £200 per person, security granted. A trained' guy's watchin' over you durin' the night. »
« - Thank you, gentleman ! » Molly said with a wink to the man.
Sherlock, impressed by the courage and cold blood of the young woman took some seconds to follow her inside the warehouse.
