The day Sherlock Holmes was buried there was a somber mood around the church. The bleak weather didn't help, when they were lowering his coffin into the ground the rain wouldn't let off. Only a few were in attendance; his brother, his best friend, his landlord and a few co-workers. Sherlock watched the dismal affair from a distance, he had a grinding feeling within himself which he hadn't experienced before. 'This must be what guilt feels like' He thought, he hadn't often given into his emotions but on this occasion it upset him to see those who had cared for him hurt. He had caused this. However the thought of what would have happened if he refused to jump cleared the guilt quickly, he had saved their lives. However they were all unaware of this.
He didn't follow the congregation after the funeral, he deduced that they would gather at 221B to drink to his memory. He had to wait for Molly to arrive back at her flat so he had several hours waiting around in disguise for her. But he had waited long enough so he could arrive at her flat. Considering she was relatively well paid Molly lived in a bleak tower of flats. Sherlock had only been 'dead' a week and already he missed the comforts of Baker Street. He rang her door bell and sighed, ready for Mollys reaction which no doubt would be over dramatic.
"Sherlock? No. No. It isn't you, I'm losing it!" Molly nearly screamed, she was shaking there were too many emotions to take in all at once! But before she could process her feelings she found her hand contacting with Sherlocks face very hard.
"Didn't expect that from you Molly would of thought it'd be John to hit me" Sherlock smirked as Molly glared at him, clearly she was still feeling fury towards him.
"Don't you dare make a joke out of this Sherlock Holmes! Do you realize how many people you have upset? Have you even bothered to consider John? He's broken Sherlock! He barely eats or sleeps anymore and….." She began before Sherlock interrupted her.
"I did what was necessary. Is that a new shirt Molly? It looks nice on you." Whilst Molly blushed Sherlock took his opportunity he moved her aside and let himself into her flat.
"Sherlock you can't come in here! It's such a mess I promise it's never usually like this!" Molly stammered as she chased after Sherlock.
"It was just like this the last time I came here, there's no shame to having a bit of clutter Molly." Sherlock smiled.
"Wait, I'm sorry you've never been here before! Oh….. wait, SHERLOCK! You cannot just break into my flat whenever you want to! I'm not even going to ask how you got in I don't want to know." Molly gushed. Sherlock smirked at her which made her knees weak, they both knew she couldn't stay mad at him for long.
A few hours had passed since Sherlock's arrival and he had been filling her in on everything, from Moraritys plan to how he faked his own death and why he had to. Molly had just about forgiven Sherlock for the hurt he had caused her and her eye lids were growing increasingly heavy.
"Molly you need to rest go to your bed now" Sherlock ordered as he watched her body slowly slump into her sofa.
"Don't you need to sleep? I only have one bed but I guess we could share" Molly mumbled sleepily.
"No I slept a few days ago." Sherlock replied, ignoring her reaction to his lack of sleep. Molly got up and shuffled to her room leaving Sherlock alone. This was best for him, the silence allowed him to go to his mind palace and think. He was creating a plan, he needed to break down Moraritys complicated criminal network. Even he couldn't imagine the actual size of it. He did know however that he had to keep quiet and not draw attention to himself. If he comes out of the shadows too quickly this could implicate the lives of those he 'died' in order to protect.
He remained in the same place for the entire night, only the light streaming in from the window interrupted him. But now it was time to wake up Molly for the next step of his plan.