Here it is! Chapter 3! Thanks to the new reviews from amirizar20031 My brother and sister haven't even helped me in this one so I hope it's okay!

Molly's POV

Sherlock seemed so different. He had just held my hands. He would never have done that before. Sherlock went on and on as to how he would make a sedative to make it appear as if he was dead and did not have a pulse. I hardly understood half of it. He was naming chemicals I had never heard before, but I just nodded my head like I understood what he was going to make.

"That's what I have so far, but I don't know how to absorb the fall. I would obviously die if I just slammed onto the ground. There isn't any type of drug that can help the impact either."

We both just sat there, trying to think of what to do. I finally thought of something after almost ten minutes but Sherlock bolted up before I could speak my mind, "I've got it! I could," he stopped himself in the middle of his sentence, "Oh wait. The chances of me living in that situation are... blast!" He sat back down and sighed loudly and put his fingertips to his chin again. I sat there with a little smile on my face. That was adorable. He saw my grin out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at me, "What, Molly?"

"I thought of something."

Brilliant! What is it?" he sat at the edge of his chair anxious for me to continue talking.

"You could land on something other than the ground. Like on a bus or something soft. The bus would definitely hurt thought and I don't know what soft thing you could land on that wouldn't look suspicious. Maybe one of those big carts from the hospital that holds the patient's bedding. The chance of landing in it without hurting yourself isn't likely."

He looked at me with surprise, "How did you think of that?"

"I don't know. It just came to me."

"I would have never thought of that," he said with astonishment in his eyes, "That's absolutely brilliant, Molly!"

I took my hands and wrangled around my fingers nervously and looked down. Why was he being so nice to me? Of course he would have thought of that. He probably thought of it already and just waited for me to think of something so I didn't feel stupid.

"Molly, that's amazing!"

If he was kidding or making it look like I'm not stupid he wouldn't be so excited. Maybe he really thinks I'm not an idiot like everyone else in the world.

He stood never breaking eye contact with me, put his hands on his hips, and had a small smile on his face, "This is great, Molly! Alright. I believe that a bus would be the best option going forward. Well, downward," he said with a short chuckle. Did Sherlock just make a joke?

I laughed too and he continued talking, "There isn't an absolute assurance that I would land in a hospital cart. I am just as likely to miss the cart as to land in it. We have to go with the bus." He moved his hands from his hips, to his chin. He closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them again and started pacing back and forth.

"Mycroft knows about this as well. I can have him hire someone to drive it. I already have him hiring a man to run John down so he can't see what's really going on and give us some time to do whatever we need to do. I am, however, having second thoughts of my sedative idea. I'm not entirely sure that could work either."

He had stopped pacing when he spoke but had started pacing again once he stopped talking. I watched him while I tried to think of a way to it appear that he doesn't have a pulse. Immediately I thought of my father. Sherlock was like my father. I smiled at the thoughts that came to mind when I thought of him.

"Hey, Sherlock. I got an idea."

He stopped pacing and looked at me intensely, "What is it?"

"When I was little, me and my father-"

"Molly-"

Sherlock, if I don't explain it to you, you won't understand."

"Alright, fine," he said pulling up his trousers a bit and walked over and sat down next to me.

"When I was little, my father and I would put on magic shows together. He taught me all sorts of things. One time he told me to check his pulse. I did and he had I could feel his heartbeat. He asked me again and I couldn't feel his heartbeat anymore. I asked him how he did it and told me a good magician never reveals his secrets to anyone, only to his special assistant. My father told me that he stuck a piece of paper under his armpit. It was one of the last magic tricks he ever taught me. There is a major artery running between your armpit and side. When you flex, the blood can't reach your pulse. It takes around ten seconds to go into effect and you have to hold your arms tight your side. You would have to make sure it stays on you so you'd have to…I don't know… glue it to your shirt or something. The paramedics would wheel you into me and then you're safe."

"Are you sure that would work?" he asked.

Yeah. We did it all the time," I said and looked away at nothing just reminding myself of my father and everything I experienced with him.

Sherlock's POV

"That's brilliant, Molly!" I stood up and did a little half jump of excitement. I turned to her, "I need you to take about a pint and a half of my blood."

"For what?"

I am pretending to fall to my death, Molly. There will probably be some amount of blood."

"Right of course," she got up from her chair and left to go to a storage closet to get all of the necessary supplies. A syringe, needles, tourniquet, gloves, and alcohol wipes. I sat down and rolled my right sleeve up and waited. Another minute passed and Molly came back with all of the necessary supplies.

She dropped all of the supplies on the lab table. She grabbed my right arm and was about to tie the tourniquet around my arm when I stopped her, "Make sure you tie the tourniquet two to three inches above the antecubital fossa."

"Yes, Sherlock," She signed and gave out a small laugh while tying the tourniquet around my arm. I smiled and looked up at her. Molly looked tired and worn down before I asked for her help. Now she was happy and smiling. Just because of me? Do I really do that to her? Brighten her up with just a smile? I hope that's the case. I like to see Molly happy. When Molly is happy it's easier for me to get into the morgue. But there is something else inside of me. Something that makes me happier when I see her smile, hear her laugh, and-

"Sherlock?"

Her voice in the silence of the lab woke me from my thoughts.

"Yes, Molly?"

"You were staring at me," she said nervously and tucked a loose strand of her hair that fell out of her ponytail behind her ear.

"Ah right. Sorry, Molly. I was just…ugh… exploring my mind palace."

"All right then," she said.

While I was deducing why I had those strange thoughts of Molly, she seemed to have already taken a pint and a half of blood out of my body. I really zoned out. She put a band aid on my arm and I almost immediately ripped it off. I don't need a band aid. Especially not one with flowers on it. She turned and sat down next to me and already noticed the band aid absent from my arm. She rolled her eyes and looked up at me.

"I had to take off. It had flowers on it."

She started laughing and I joined in. We sat there laughing and enjoying each other's company. I can't remember the last time I had a good laugh with Molly. Probably because we've never laughed together at all before. Her laugh was quiet and sweet and when she laughed really hard she held her stomach while nothing came out of her mouth. That made me laugh even harder and I had to hold my stomach as well when it hurt to laugh. She stopped and sighed while I was still laughing. Laughing is fun. I always thought it was such a waste of time, but it isn't. Not when you have the right person to laugh with.

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