Here's the second chapter! This is a shorter chapter. Sorry! I had a lot of difficulty writing and rewriting this. My bro gave me some tips on the first chapter so I had to change the first chapter and the second chapter. Thanks goes out to my brother and sister, Nick and Jess, for helping me! Thanks also goes to magicstrikes and Hellscrimsonangel for my first reviews! Thanks a lot and enjoy!

Molly's POV

I, Molly Hooper, forensic pathologist, must help Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective, fake his death. No pressure.

I nervously brushed a piece of hair out of my face and shrugged off my bag and coat. I turned around, walked around Sherlock and grabbed my lab coat from behind the door. When I took it off I noticed Sherlock's riding crop hanging on the same hook, forgotten there from the last time he used it. I guess he won't be using that for a while.

I turned and looked at him while I put on my lab coat, rolling up the sleeves, and crossed my arms, "So. Are you going to tell me your plan?"

"Uh. About that," He sat down.

"Sherlock? Were you not planning on telling me that you don't have a plan," I said with a sigh and sat on a stool. He put his elbows on the table and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He held his head up high with his fingertips, staring at nothing but the wall. I sat next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed up and I leaned closer to him, "Sherlock. I'll help you come up with a plan."

Sherlock sighed and looked down at me with an irritated look on his face, "Molly. I need to fake my death. How can you figure it out if I can't?" He yelled and looked away, putting his fingertips to the bottom of his chin and sighed in a short huff.

I wasn't sure if I should be angry at him but I decided to forget about it. He was too frustrated, that he couldn't figure out anything and got even angrier at himself. I knew I had to be cautious with him. I've never see him this angry before. I took my hand off of his shoulder gently and placed my hand gingerly on top of his. I entwined my fingers with his and he looked down at me with a sad look spread across his face. I could tell that he had been trying to put more pieces of the plan together for days maybe even weeks. He probably hasn't slept or eaten either.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I don't know what to do. I can't figure anything out. I'm so lost." He looked down at our hands and squeezed my hand a little bit more.

I put my other hand on top of both of ours and held his hand in between mine, "Sherlock. We will figure this out. Do you know why you can't think straight?"

"No. You do though. What is wrong with me?"

"Yeah I do. There's nothing wrong with you Sherlock. You're actually acting human," I said hesitantly to make sure I didn't make him mad. I continued, "You can't think straight because you will lose everything you every cared about when you jump off of that roof. John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade. Sherlock, can't you see what this is? It's sentiment."

Sherlock's POV

"Sentiment? I've never felt that before. I've never felt anything before," I said with a puzzled look on my face. Why was I feeling sentiment? I know why other people would feel sentiment for all of the reasons Molly just told me. I think I care for those people but I've never felt sentiment for anyone. Is caring and sentiment the same thing? I went into my mind and found my own personal dictionary.

Sentiment: A thought, view, or attitude, especially one based mainly on emotion instead of reason.

Caring: An interpersonal process involving an emotional commitment to, and a willingness to act on behalf of, a person with whom one has a significant relationship.

I concluded; close enough. Sherlock Holmes feeling sentiment. If Mycroft was her he would definitely tell mother. Lestrade would probably film me on his phone and John would just laugh and give me a "I knew it" look. Mrs. Hudson already knew it was in me somewhere. I miss them already. Even Mycroft.

"Thank you, Molly. I guess I'm not losing everything I care about," I squeezed her hands one last time with both of mine and then let them fall apart in between us.

"You're welcome," she said with a nervous laugh. She cleared her throat and asked, "Do you have any ideas yet?"

"Yes. Now here is what I've thought of so far."

And BOOM! I wanted to add the plan to this chapter but I thought that would make this too long so next chapter is about the "plan." Is it too OOC for Sherlock to hold Molly's hands? I don't think so because he is about to lose all of his friends. I think it's an actual possibility in the show like if he needs comforting from being away from his friends for so long. He is about to lose everything he cares about so it's okay for him to be human for a minute! Haha! I'll stop talking now.