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Florida.

Not Russia, Serbia or China. Florida.

That was were they landed. Molly couldn't believe it. What could Florida possibly have to link it to Moriarty. It seemed that she was the only one who was surprised at their destination. Mary and John didn't seem to give it a second thought and didn't wait for Molly to catch up as they wafted through the airport. She was definitely the least informed here and made a mental note to ask more questions as soon as she managed to get them to stop for long enough.

Molly was practically running after the three who apparently, didn't feel the need to walk at a normal pace, so she didn't notice they'd stopped until she'd walked straight into Sherlock's back, pushing the detective forward a few feet.

"Oww." Molly whimpered as she caressed her nose.

"Are you okay Molly?" Mary asked, concerned. "Do you..."

"Yes she's fine." Sherlock interrupted whilst attempting to wave a cab. "She'll have to put up with a lot worse than that where were going."

"Yes where exactly are we going Sherlock?" Molly asked, finally as they climbed into the cab. She was still angry but she had more important things to think about now.

"John. Please explain."

"Yes master!" John replied sarcastically.

"Look shut up both of you I'll bloody well explain. Ignore these two Molly they are both idiots. As you probably know, Moriarty is back. We've managed to track down one crime ring that Sherlock let slip by when he was dismantling the network. This particular crime ring seems to be involved in every thing, drugs, smuggling, terrorist attacks and assassinations. It's the closest crime ring to Moriarty as he is actually friends with the leader. Usually he would never have direct contact with any off the organisations in his web. This one is an exception so this is the one that we are using."

"Right so, what do we have to do?"

"Our plan is simple. You and Sherlock will go in undercover, work your way up and find an oppurtunity to finish Moriarty once and for all. Well actually, I'll be doing the finishing. Technically I've been employed by Mi6 to assassinate him. You and Sherlock just have to find an opportunity."

"Wait a minute. You. assassinate?"

"Ah... Yes... They didn't tell you..."

"Mary is a trained assassin. Mary isn't her real name. They had a big argument. Everything's okay now blah blah blah." Sherlock interrupted childishly, not turning to face them.

"Really?" Molly turned to Mary in shock.

"Yes. I'll explain it to you more in depth another time though but that is about the jist of it."

"That is so cool! I'm friends with an assassin." Molly couldn't help grinning. who would've thought. Mary. An assassin. She didn't see Sherlock turn and look at her, a puzzled expression on his face. She was too busy running through her thoughts. "Sorry... I probably shouldn't say that or something."

"No no. It's fine. You're the first person to respond like that."

"Anyway, if you're a trained assassin, why aren't you going in with Sherlock and not me, not that I mind of course it's just... well... You'd be better at it."

"See that's sort of why I can't. It's because of the way we're getting you in. Right now, Moriarty is getting ready for whatever he's planning. Whatever it is it's big. All over the world, organisations are recruiting like crazy. But they can't risk recruiting ready trained agents, they need to recruit people that they can train themselves because then their loyalty is more or less guaranteed. With your limited experience, it makes you more believable. That and... Well I'm pregnant."

"Mary! Oh my goodness congratulations! You too John," Molly squealed in delight, wrapping Mary in an awkward hug. Sherlock rolled his eyes and John stared for a moment, lost in thought.

"Anyway so, basically, what's going to happen is that you and Sherlock are CIA agents. Only more office based. You both stumbled across something at work one day that you shouldn't have and now they've sent you both a message asking you to meet them. They are going to offer you the choice of joining them or, you know, dying."

"So the whole things already been set up?"

"Yep, people have hacked into their system and they've sent their message. You just have to pretend to be those people."

"What happens when after we join?"

"We expect them to make you live on their compound. That's where they'll be training you."

"So we just have to get in. Pretend to be scared office people, and go along with everything they say?"

"Yep. You just need to keep your eyes open for anything that could tell us whats coming next and find us an oppurtunity."

"So what will you and John be doing?"

"Me and John'll be here the whole time. Literally in your ear."

"Right. Well that sounds manageable. I still don't understand. Why me of all people."

"I... Well... Sherlock insisted. He wont work with anyone else. He refused." Molly turned to look at Sherlock who was still staring out the window. She didn't know what to say to that. Or if she should say anything. Whatever the reason, she was sure Sherlock knew what he was doing.

"I still don't know why." John snorted. Molly couldn't help but be shocked, and perhaps a little hurt. This was so unlike John but she could sort of understand. He was still hurt. Of course he was. Molly had lied to him.

And she still hadn't said sorry.

"That is enough John!" Mary scolded. "What the hell has gotten into you lately? You're acting like.. Well like Sherlock!"

John opened his mouth to reply but the cab lurched to a stop suddenly. Molly didn't waste anytime before piling out, eager to escape the tension that had suddenly developed in the taxi. The hotel they pulled up outside was huge and Molly realised for the first time that she was in a America. She had only been abroad twice before and that was a trip to France for the weekend when she was in Year 7 and a holiday to Spain when she was 3. She had been so preoccupied that she had forgotten to enjoy where she was. The sun was blaring in a way that it only did for once a week in England and she was determined to enjoy the lack of clouds as much as she could given her current situation.

…...

Amazing. That the first word that came to mind as she took in her hotel room. Just amazing. The British government really hadn't spared any expense. She was amazed once again that it was her. Her doing this. She was just a Pathologist but now she practically had the fate on the country weighing on her shoulders.

"Molly..." Molly was brought out of her daze by Sherlock, standing awkwardly in doorway, "There's been a bit of a mix up. We've only got two rooms."

"What?"

"We have to share."

"I'm placing my life in the hands of these people and they can't get a simple hotel booking right. Great."

"They... They thought that we were... well... Like... John and Mary."

"Haven't they got any other rooms?"

"No. Look Molly I don't like this arrangement anymore than you do but there's nothing we can do about it and its only for a few days."

"Fine." Molly conceded as she plopped down on the bed. "But I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I never asked you too."

"Good."

Sherlock sighed. She was obviously still angry. Placing his hands in his pockets, he sauntered forward, stopping a few feet away.

"Molly..."

"Don't Sherlock. What ever you're going to say don't say it say unless you mean it because I really don't want to hear it."

"Molly will you just listen! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was back on drugs. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Mary or Magnussen or Janine. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I got shot. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. I am sorry. Please forgive me."

Sherlock looked up, finished with his rant. Molly was still looking at the floor. Sniffing, she looked up as tears slid down her cheeks.

"You got shot?"

"Yes."

"Oh Sherlock." She couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She knew crying would only make him more uncomfortable but she didn't care. He was shot. He could've died and Molly wouldn't have even known.

Sherlock didn't know what to do, but his body seemed too. He certainly didn't tell it to sit down next to Molly, nor did he tell himself to put his arm around her. But he did. And it wasn't that bad.

I wasn't that pleased with this chapter. I just. I needed to explain what the plan was and I'm sorry if it was a bit boring. Please don't give up on me? Also John won't always be like this. I love him really and will resolve everything soon! I don't want to linger on what happened in the series for too long so hopefully the next chapter will move on a bit. I promise this will pick up pace first there was just some establishing that needed to be done!

And another thing... Change of Plan, Mary is pregnant. But only just. Not like in HLV when she was ready to pop but just a few weeks.

I'm sorry about Florida too. It was the first place I thought off. Naff I know. I just thought that I should tell you I am not American, nor have I ever set foot in America, so I'm sorry if my terminology is off. I am from the UK :)

So I hope you enjoyed! Please please review it's really encouraging and I'll probably right faster if you do :)