Chapter 2

Molly's POV

I was shivering, as I looked around a metal cage. My skirts where ripped and muddy, and my new shoes had disappeared. She looked at the cage, and carefully edged forward. The bars touched my finger and I jumped and felt a small electrical shock.

"H-how…did" I couldn't hear anything I wanted to be back at school where I knew I would be safe, with Sherlock. Then I quickly searched my pockets for my phone, I couldn't find it. Then I heard a familiar voice.

"Molly!" I heard a man shout, I heard him running. Then I saw his face, god his face is beautiful.

"Sherlock!, how…did you…" I couldn't find my words. I heard Sherlock sigh. He got me out of the cage, even though I don't remember how. Then he collapsed, the man was behind him as he hit the cold floor. I remember him being put in a cage next to me, I got close to the bars but not to close. I wanted to hold him, close to me. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. "Sherlock" I whispered his name, he looked up at me. His face was scarred and part of his hair, was mated with his own congealed blood. I whispered his name again. He looked up at me, his eyes looked like they where carved into his face.

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"Molly, I am so so sorry.." said Sherlock. Molly just shook her head.

"Oh Sherlock…it's fine. Im just happy your hear with me" Sherlock smiled.

"We need to get out off here….do your have a hairpin?" he asked her. Molly nodded. She took it out of her hair, and threw it across to Sherlock who caught it. He crawled over to the bars of his cage, and quickly opened them; after getting about ten small electric shocks. Sherlock sucked his finger, then slowly opened Molly's cage. Molly catapulted out of her cage, and almost jumped on Sherlock and hugged him tight. She pulled away and sighed. Then the man grabbed a clump of her hair, and pulled her away from Sherlock.

"Ah ah ah not so fast!" he hissed in her ear. Molly wriggled.

"Get off me!" screamed Molly, scrambling at his hands.

"Get off her now, or ill chuck you in that cage…threw the bars" shouted Sherlock angrily. Molly just stared at him lovingly, then the man dropped her. Sherlock just rolled her eyes, with some difficulty he grabbed the man and threw him in the cage. Then he helped Molly up.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I am now.." Molly said, taking his hand. Sherlock slowly leant into her, then the man grabbed his hair and threw him in the cage. "No!"

"Run Molly! Don't worry about me! Run and don't look back" shouted Sherlock. Molly turned around, tears where in her eyes.

"I can't Sherlock I can't, please don't make me" sobbed Molly.

"Please just go Molly please, I can look after myself!" he said. Molly sighed.

"Im seventeen…im a man now" he said in a fake deep voice. Molly laughed. She ran forward, and kissed him quickly. After what felt like forever, she pulled back, and slipped a piece of paper in his jacket pocket.

"Meet me at school, when you get out" she whispered in his ear. Sherlock said nothing and his mouth dropped open. But the man grabbed her, opened the cage that Sherlock was in and threw her in it. "No! Let me out…us let us out!" she screamed.

"It's not worth it" said Sherlock putting his head in his hands. Molly crawled over to him. She sat next to him, and cautiously cuddled into him. Sherlock smiled and cuddled her back.

"You've got me" mumbled Molly into his chest.

"Indeed I have" he whispered. He looked down at her, studying her face. Molly looked back at him, and sighed he looked perfect, but sad. Molly though he looked a perfect sad angel.

"Have you got your phone?" Molly asked him, breaking the sexual tension between them. Sherlock just nodded, not taking his eyes of her. "Can't you text you brother?" she suggested.

"I suppose that would work" he mumbled, and pulled his phone out of his suit jacket. He quickly selected Mycroft's number and texted him. After a few minutes his phone buzzed.

Where the hell are you?

M

Sherlock swallowed he knew what his brother was like, he would panic and send the police after him. He was just about to reply, when a hand grabbed his phone and smashed it.

"Hey!" shouted Sherlock. The man scowled at him and left.

"What do we do now?" asked Molly, who was clinging onto his arm. Sherlock sighed, he didn't always like making the decisions. He ignored her question.

"Do you have, you're phone?" he said to Molly. Sherlock smiled. "Then we'd better get some shut eye" he whispered and gave her his suit jacket. Molly took and wrapped it around her shoulders she snuggled into Sherlock, and quickly fell asleep. Sherlock put his head on top of her's and, fell asleep to.

The next morning Sherlock woke up to find Molly was missing, he hadn't slept much from the buzzing of the cage. "Molly?" he shouted looked around the room, she was no where to be seen. Just then he heard footsteps, and his brother appeared along with other police from the station. He groaned.

"Thank god we found you!" said Mycroft, turning of the electricity around the cage and letting his brother out. Sherlock jumped out, and unexpectedly hugged his brother. Mycroft hugged him back. Sherlock pulled away. "You're skinnier than usual" said his brother, looking down at his younger brother. The younger one just nodded enthusiastically. "Where's Molly?" asked his brother.

"I…I don't know, I think she's been taken" he mumbled. Mycroft nodded.

"Your coming to the station for questionin'" said another police man. Sherlock's eyes widened.

"What are you gonna do, lock me up governor?" Sherlock said sarcastically. Mycroft just rolled his eyes, and pulled him along.

At the station Sherlock was sat down in a chair, he looked around the room pretending to be nervous. He was dragged into questioning and sat down.

"Just tell me where the fish fingers are, and ill catch your criminal" said Sherlock jokingly. His brother (who was standing next to the door) tried not to laugh.

"Your brother thinks there was someone else with you, when you got hurt?" asked the man. Sherlock smiled.

"There was, just Molly Hooper and myself" explained Sherlock.

"But there's more isn't there dear brother?" asked Mycroft, sitting down next to the man. Sherlock avoided meeting his brother's eyes.

"Well before, Molly tried to kiss me. Obviously I didn't reject her…but then later after that they took her from me" said Sherlock grinning, and looking up at the ceiling. Then he frowned in confusion.

"Sherlock…bother dear, I rather not know that you and Miss Hooper shared the same saliva" said Mycroft glaring at his brother. Sherlock bit his lip.

"Just 'cause you've never kissed a girl" teased Sherlock leaning forward. Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"Behave" growled Mycroft.

"I will if you do" joked Sherlock, fluttering his eyelashes at his brother. Mycroft sighed.

"Anyway…where done now" said Mycroft, pulling Sherlock out of his chair. Sherlock stumbled out of the room.

"Where's Molly?" asked Sherlock looking at his brother.

"Over there" said Mycroft, pointing at a nervously Molly sitting on a chair near the door.

"Molly!" he ran up to young woman, and was just about to hug her. Then he looked at her face it wasn't her. "No…oh **** where is she?" he asked Mycroft, turning to face his brother. Mycroft sighed, and looked at the floor.

"Im sorry Sherlock, but she's been kidnapped" said Mycroft. He handed Sherlock a note, and he opened it.