A/N: Here's chapter four for you, another smallish necessary but transitional chapter. Hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Mofftiss. Also, I dont think this is really how Sherlock got out of dying, but I couldn't come up with a Moffat worth mindfuck, so I went with this. I hope you like it.

Washing Sherlock's blood off of her hands was a strange experience for Molly. She was shaking all over, trembling from the core outward and trying to keep her mind steady. What if they used paddles to shock him? Would he wake? It was doubtful that they would take that many extrodinary measures on a jumper, it was clear he was dead as long as the chemical concoction went as planned.

She pulled on her lab coat and gloves and waited for the phone call. Finally there was a tone and she picked it up, "Dr. Hooper,"

"Hi Molly," a woman's voice said, "Look, we've got a fresh body coming down to you, you wouldn't believe who it is," there was hardly a pause, "Sherlock Holmes! That detective that's always skulking around here, he jumped off the roof, died instant on the spot. Terrible mess he made,"

"That's absolutely awful!" Molly made all the right vocal inflections and waited.

"He'll be down in a few minutes,"

"Thanks," she murmured and hung up the phone.

Her stomach knotted up as she opened the door for the body to be wheeled in. She signed the ticket from the orderly and slid him onto the examiner's metal table, his body still warm, thank God.

When they were finally alone she unzipped the black bag and looked at his still face, "Oh, Sherlock," she almost felt like crying at the sight of him, but she knew there was no time.

Pulling the zipper down the length of him she paused, looking at the scarf wrapped around his neck. It was the one she had given to him for Christmas... to her dearest Sherlock, Love Molly xxx. She smiled slightly and turned to grasp the bowl of warm water and washcloth so she could wash the drying blood off of his face.

This was the closest she had ever gotten to Sherlock Holmes, cleaning off his blood, and her knotted stomach still hadn't loosened at the thought. Finally when his face and neck were free of blood and his hair was somewhat fixed she settled into a chair and waited.

It only took about twenty minutes after that for Sherlock to begin to stir, his fingers flexing and his ice blue eyes opening. He took in a gust of breath and coughed soundly.

"Sherlock, Oh good," Molly stood and took his hand out of instinct.

He gripped it fiercly and sat up, "Molly it worked, we did it,"

"I know, I know, I heard the gunshot and for a moment I thought it might be all over, but you're here now, everything worked,"

"Moriarty shot himself," he said calmly, swinging his stiff legs over the side of the table.

"Oh God," she murmured and covered her lips with her free hand.

"And John belives that I'm dead?" He asked

"Yes, everyone does. It's the talk of the hospital," she nodded and as he jumped down their hands broke apart.

"You did brilliantly Molly," he smiled at her, "Everything else is taken care of,"

She nodded, "Now what?"

"We've got to get back to your flat," he looked around, "Where's my coat?"

She looked by the door at the red 'bio hazard' bag, "There, they brought it with you. It's probably got some blood on it, Sorry,"

"Quite alright," he pulled it out of the bag, "Looks fine for now,"

"Little dry-cleaning," she laughed nervously and pulled her lab coat off and her coat over in it's place, "Now, let's get you back to my flat,"

"Sounds perfect," he pulled on the coat and adjusted the scarf around his neck.

He looked a little worse for wear, but essentially the good-old Sherlock Holmes. She smiled and grabbed her bag, "Out this way,"

And he followed her home.

A/N: Very short, I know, I know. Either way, I hope you liked it. This is all that I have written so far, and if I get positive feedback I will surely write more.

I have a definite plan for the story so I hope I get time to sit down and write it and let my thoughts play out. The Sherlolly romance will come in later, I promise, but I really don't think Sherlock would all of a sudden be open to romance with Molly. It needs to take time, and now that she's completely risked her life for him and done everything for him without question I think that possibilty is there.

Review please, and I'll update as soon as I can!