Wow! It's been almost a year. I guess I've been busy. Well, here's a new chapter. Let me know what you think. J

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters.

Chapter 4:

"So, what do you think, Sherlock? Do you know where we are?"

"It is some kind of government building. And we are standing in an archive."

"Well, yes, I simply call it the archive. But it is so much more than that. They have centuries of forgotten artifacts down here, but that is not what I wanted to show you."

Once again, Molly took his hand and Sherlock couldn't shake off that strange sensation it gave him. He followed her down the metal stairs. They passed at least ten shelves of different kind of artifacts and boxes until they reached a section filled with old boxes with a Scotland Yard stamp on each of them. Molly didn't have to explain to Sherlock what these boxes contained.

"Unsolved cases." He said, almost whispered.

"Yes, I thought you'd like it. Many of these are considered unsolvable. And I know you've been bored these past few days so I thought this could be like a puzzle for you. There are hundreds of these very old cases lying around here with hardly any clues waiting to be solved."

Molly took a step forward which forced Sherlock to let go of her hand. She took one of the boxes and put it down on the floor to open it up. She started to go through what was inside as Sherlock watched every move she made. Her hair made a perfect frame for her face and Sherlock had the urge to touch it. Once again he shook that feeling away. Where were these ridiculous thoughts coming from?

"It looks like there is no organisation whatsoever in these boxes." Molly said and held up two of the files in her hands. "Here is a police file from the 1950's and here is another one from 1973. I think we have to organize these before we start solving them. Or we organize them when they're solved?"

Sherlock took one of the files in her hand and started to look it through. He had to say he was intrigued about the fact that Molly had kept this place a secret for so long. This was exactly the thing he needed right now. Well, until something better came along.

"Molly, take that box with you. We're taking it with us to Baker Street." Sherlock said as he was busy looking through the file he had in his hands.

"What?" Molly asked a bit surprised.

But without further notice Sherlock started walking towards the stairs from where they came.

Molly put back the files she had taken out of the box and saw that Shelock almost had reached the stairs to the elevator.

"Wait!" She yelled after him as she tried to balance the box in her hands. It was so typical of Sherlock to just turn around and leave and expect everyone else to carry the heavy stuff.

Molly reached the elevator just in time before the doors closed.

"Would it kill you to help a girl out?" She blurted out, a bit annoyed by his nonchalance.

Sherlock was very interested what was in that file so he didn't even look up as he spoke:

"No, it wouldn't kill me and you're not a girl."

"What? So what am I? A broomstick?" Molly asked, getting even more annoyed.

The elevator doors opened and Sherlock stepped out. This time he looked up from the file, turned around to look at Molly and shook his head.

"No, you're a woman, Molly. A smart, strong and radiant woman. Not a flimsy girl or even a broomstick. There is a difference."

With those words he once again left Molly in charge of carrying the heavy box. But Molly didn't mind this time. Sherlock thought she was smart and strong. And radiant. He did say radiant, didn't he?

Molly smiled all the way back to Baker Street.