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Sherlock stared at his mobile with his heart in his throat. John touched his arm. "What do we do? Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned to look at John with a tormented expression. He opened his mouth, but before he spoke, a female voice behind him did.

"Bollocks!" Molly snapped looking in her purse. "I guess I'll have to go back inside…again."

"Molly!" John and Sherlock cried together. She jumped startled and stared at them with wide eyes.

"What?" She asked. "Has something happened?"

"We thought Moriarty took you." John said rushing to her and hugging her tightly.

"What? Why?" She managed to squeak out as John was crushing the air from her lungs in his embrace.

John released her and stepped back. "Lestrade's man came in and said you were gone…that when they pulled the car around, you had disappeared."

"Oh that." She grinned sheepishly. "I had to pop back into the morgue. I forgot my mobile. Now I have to go back in for my keys." She looked down and sighed. "I guess seeing Jim has made me a bit of a wreck."

"There's no need for you to worry now Molly, we are here to protect you." Sherlock said looking at her.

She looked back at him and frowned. "I'll just go and get my keys and then GREG will take me home. See you later John and again, my love to Mary." She turned on her heals and started back inside.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed and he took a step to go after her, but John grabbed his arm. "Leave her alone Sherlock. She'll talk to you when she's ready."

"She'll talk to me now." Sherlock snapped and jerked away from John.

John watched him walk into Bart's after Molly. "Oh yea, this is going to go great." He shook his head and charged in after him.

"Sherlock wait…what about those texts you got from Moriarty…what do they mean? If he didn't take her, why did he send them?" John asked running down the hospital corridor to catch up to Sherlock.

"It's a game John." Sherlock yelled back. "It's a twisted little game and obviously a threat towards Molly."

"Sherlock stop! This is not the way to ingratiate yourself to Molly."

"I don't give a damn about ingratiating myself to Molly. All I care about is her safety John. And I mean to protect her whether she wants my help or not." Sherlock yelled back as he turned the corner and ran ahead, shoving the doors to the morgue open.

"Molly I…." He sputtered and stopped when he took in the site in front of him.

Molly was standing in the middle of the morgue, her hands over her mouth as she stared in shock. All over the walls, her lab equipment, and gurneys, written in what closely resembled blood were the words Miss me Miss me Miss me…over and over again.

Sherlock quickly went to Molly and took hold of her arm turning her towards him. She was pale and trembling as she looked up at him. "I was just in here Sherlock…how could he have…how is this possible?"

"My God…"John said as he ran into the morgue and saw the walls. "Sherlock…what is going on?"

"John text Lestrade and tell him to come down here immediately."

Greg stared at the wall. He ran his hand over his face and through his hair before turning around and looking at Sherlock. "Alright what in the hell is this? How could he have possibly done this in the middle of the damn day and in the few minutes it took Molly to walk outside and walk back in?"

"I should think that would be obvious Lestrade, even for you." Sherlock said. "He's having her watched and it would not surprise me if there were a few employed by the hospital on his payroll. You might want to start questioning staff and looking into employee backgrounds."

Greg glared at him. "Yes I know how to do my job Sherlock!" He snapped. "Bloody bastard…" He mumbled walking away from Sherlock shaking his head.

"Lestrade…" Sherlock called after him.

Greg whirled around. "What?" he snapped.

"I meant that affectionately. You know that I'm no good with this kind of thing…having to worry over people close to me."

Greg was clearly taken aback. "I…well…you…it's alright then." He said uncomfortably and turned back.

Sherlock felt John move beside him. "Well Molly is obviously in grave danger. Lestrade will have to put men on her twenty four hours and day and…"

"That won't be necessary John. You and I will see to her protection. Now go and collect Molly so that we can go back to Baker Street. I need to consult my skull."

"Back to baker Street?" John said incredulously. "Ok first of all…I no longer live there. When I go, I'm going home to Mary, my wife…you do remember that I have a wife Sherlock."

Sherlock turned to regard him with an arched brow. John continued. "And secondly…and here's the thing…Molly is not going to want to go anywhere with you. In case you haven't noticed, she's not speaking to you."

"Don't be ridiculous John. She just spoke to me a moment ago."

"She was in shock Sherlock. You know, because of the words written in blood all over her morgue. That tends to put people in a state of shock."

"Just go and get her so we can go home." Sherlock snapped.

"She won't come Sherlock. That is the point I am trying to make." John snapped back.

"You are bigger than her." Sherlock said with a quirked lip.

"Oh hell no!" John said shaking his head. "If you want to be all high handed and Neanderthal and toss the woman over your shoulder, then it's going to be your shoulder and not mine!"

Sherlock smiled. "Just go and explain why this is necessary. She always seems to take things better from you."

"Yes that's because I understand how to communicate with other human beings." John sniffed. "Fine, I'll go talk to her, but she's not going to want to come with us."

John walked over to where Molly sat watching Greg and his men work. She looked up when she noticed him in front of her. "John, I just want to say thank you for staying here with me. It helps to have friendly faces with me."

"Sherlock is here also Molly."

Her smile fell into a frown. "This is a case John, of course he'd be here. Especially with Jim trying his hardest to get Sherlock's attention. I just wish he would've picked some place other than the lab and my morgue for his playground. I'm just glad that this is just a silly game between the two of them or I'd be even more scared."

John tilted his head and studied her a moment. "Molly…you do understand that this wasn't merely for Sherlock's sake. You are in danger."

She blinked at him, clearly surprised at his words. "Why would Jim want to hurt me? I'm sure he was hoping Sherlock would be in the lab instead of me."

"He chased you through your lab today Molly, I think it's safe to say he was going to take you away if he had gotten ahold of you." John took her hand in his. "He would've hurt you Molly if he had the time. You are in danger."

"But why" She asked as the color drained from her face. "I…that makes no sense. What could he possibly want from me?"

"Well for one thing, you helped Sherlock when no one else could or would have. It's because of you Sherlock is alive and maybe Moriarty doesn't take to kindly to that." John sat down beside her still holding her hand. "And it wouldn't be the first time that he used someone Sherlock cared about against him."

"I just thought Jim meant to scare me…I didn't think he meant to really hurt me…"Molly said softly.

"And when you found Sherlock and I outside, Moriarty had already sent two taunting messages to Sherlock about you. We thought he had taken you Molly."

The more John talked, the more she realized how very close to untold danger she had been in the lab this morning. She felt dizzy and nauseas. "I think I'm going to vomit." She said suddenly, jumping up from the table and running over to a close by garbage can. She wretched loudly. "Oh God…" She gasped as she quickly sucked air into her lungs before vomiting again.

John jumped up and ran over to her, gathering her hair and holding it. Sherlock stood behind them awkwardly wanting to offer her some kind of comfort, but not sure what he should do. He also did not think she would accept comfort from him. He had to admit to himself that it hurt just a little seeing John know so quickly what to do.

"Molly, you need to come back to Baker Street with us." John said gently and handed her his handkerchief.

She took it and allowed herself for a few more steadying breaths before wiping her mouth. "No…I think I just need to get home. I think my nervous system has had all it can handle today." She said smiling weakly.

"Molls are you ready?" Greg asked. "We're pretty much done here and I can go ahead and give you a lift. But I was just thinking…do you have anyone you can stay with, at least for the night? You have had a rough go of it today."

"Of course she has someone she can stay with." Sherlock announced as he came to stand in between them. "And your lift won't be necessary Gavin."

John sighed. "It's Greg."

Sherlock clicked his tongue. "Right, Greg." He cleared his throat. "John and I shall see Molly home."

"No John and you will not being seeing me home." Molly said in a stronger voice.

"I am trying to keep you safe Molly, don't argue with me." He said.

"Who in the hell do you think you are? Keep me safe? I don't need you to keep me safe Sherlock." She bit out. "Come on Greg." She repeated walking passed Sherlock and John. She was halted by Sherlock's hand around her forearm. "Let me go Sherlock." She glared up at him.

Sherlock matched her expression and tone. "No."

John and Greg glanced at one another, shifting uncomfortably.

Molly smiled a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Fine." She said and raised her hand in the blink of an eye to slap him. Sherlock however was quicker. Since she had already slapped him three times before, he had recently made a habit of watching her more closely, especially when she was angry. He grabbed her wrist mid slap.

"Molly I do not want to argue with you about this." Sherlock said. He leaned closer to her to where only she could hear him. "I don't know what I have done to make you so angry with me…I find it hard to believe it was because I had to take a pee test. But whatever it is does not matter at the moment. What matters to me is your safety. Now you will come with me and John. I don't care how you come…you can walk out or be carried out…I really couldn't care less, but you will come."

She glared up at him, her eyes hard and piercing. He swallowed hard thinking maybe he shouldn't have said the last bit, but she was being unreasonable.

When she didn't respond, he began to shift uncomfortably. Finally she spoke. "Alright Sherlock. I will go with you and John, now get your bloody hands off me."

"Do you want us to follow them and take her sir?"

Jim sat back in his chair and stared at the screen smiling. "No, that would be too easy and too boring. I'm sure he's been so lonely and lost without me. I know how greatly I have missed him. I think I'll have a bit of fun with him before I take her…give him a few puzzles to solve before the final game."

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