A/N: Yes! I'm still alive and well, and yes I'm continuing this, yesterday morning I received a review and it made me realize I had an update lying around, but never put it up. Why you might ask? Well that's a long and personal story, but for those who wanted to know I wrote it beneath this chapter. I also managed to remove some mistakes from my previous chapters. Enjoy!
Mary had prohibited Sherlock from coming anywhere near Molly the entire evening. He had tried to corner her thrice more, but Mary had apparently taken up the role of her protector for this evening and guarded Molly from him in every way, much to his annoyance. He had retreated onto a barstool observing the others, after shooting arrows with bows. At which he had caught Molly professionally shooting an arrow right into the middle after making sure no one would see her. She'd been fumbling with the first two arrows, obviously trying to hide her skills in handling them. Something was amiss, he'd never seen her show such skills before. Clearly he had missed something.
Lestrade got a call and apologized for having to be a spoilsport and ending the evening prematurely.
"I'm going to have to ask you guys to come along, on your scale this has got to be an eight. It's out of town though, we're going to stay there overnight, possible for a bit longer depending on how quickly you'll be able to solve it."
Sherlock's eyes went to Molly, who did her best to keep hers on Lestrade. "I don't think so Greg, I already have a puzzle to solve here."
John shot him a puzzled look. "You're not a case right now, its an eight, and you called Lestrade by his real first name. Are you on some sort of drugs again?"
Sherlock's eyes roamed over Molly's frame, trying to find answers to his questions.
"No, no drugs, wouldn't want Molly to hit me again. Although the effects may be a bit similar to drugs I suppose, uses the same neurological pathways." He realized he'd said all of this out loud and shook his head to rid him of his sentimental state.
He turned his attention to John.
"You're right, we'll take the case, whatever it is, I need a distraction."
Without further comment he marched out of the building. Lestrade hurried after him, while repeating his apologies and thanked them for the evening.
"Is it me, or is Sherlock acting a bit strange again?"John commented while kissing his wife goodbye.
Mary smiled and shrugged. "Sherlock is just a bit blutterbunged by Molly's victory at laser-tag."
John shook his head "Leave it up that git to see something behind her unexpected victory. Watch out Molly, before you know it he'll come up with some outrageous theory about you being a spy or something, just because his brain can't handle him losing a game."
He winked at Mary and left to see whether Lestrade had been successful at stopping Sherlock before getting into a cab without knowing where to go.
The blood had left Molly's face at John's comment and still hadn't returned. She swallowed and turned to a smirking Mary. "If this is your doing, I will make sure you'll pay for it!" she hissed.
Mary held her hands up in defense "I'm completely innocent here. You know how grateful I am for introducing me to John, I would never betray you."
Molly sighed "that's what everyone would say. Luckily he'll be gone for a few days; maybe he won't even remember when he gets back. With this new case to solve, I'm sure he'll lose interest." Mary slapped her shoulder "You know that's wishful thinking, right." Molly groaned "Yeah, I do."
The case proved to be a nine, even for Sherlock's standards, but within two days he was nowhere near solving it. Two women part of a triplet had died under suspicious circumstances and the third was scared out of her mind. She had recalled their mother had been giving a prophecy about them that they would all die when they were 21 within weeks of each other and now that the first two had died within three weeks, the third had called upon the help of Scotland Yard and their consulting detective. While the case had been extremely interesting, Sherlock couldn't keep his mind from wandering to his pathologist in tight yoga pants or her blue lingerie set. He was at wits end, knowing he was sexually en mentally frustrated by her and unable to do anything from here about either.
"So, uhm…Sherlock? Any chance of wrapping this one up anytime soon? Because I would really like to be reunited with my girls, rather sooner than later." John remarked to Sherlock, who was slumped down on the couch of the lobby staring at a blank wall.
He sighed when he received no response. "You know what, you're not in your bloody mind palace, you're not doing anything that could help solve this case, you've been distracted for the entire time we've been here, you haven't insulted anyone yet, not even the local police. Either your sick or…or…I don't know. I have no idea what your problem is, but just go do something about it and then come back to solve this bloody thing."
That got Sherlocks attention and he started sitting upright, stretching his back. "You're right John, as always you're right. We're going back to London, you'll get back to your wife, I'll solve my problem and then I'll just text Lestrade, who to arrest. "
John narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute, did you just say I was right,…as always?"
Sherlock smirked, "I won't repeat it, John. Now do you want to get back to your wife and daughter or would you rather stand here looking silly all day?"
Molly was finally on her break, she just couldn't get herself to leave the morgue and get something to eat. Her stomach felt like she'd been having bricks for breakfast instead of the plain non-fat yoghurt. She felt so stupid for having giving some of her talents away like this to Sherlock. After all these years of hiding and doing perfectly well in keeping them hidden from him, she went and ruined it all by a bit of laser-tag. She was dreading his return, but kept a tiny bit of hope he would have forgotten his newfound puzzle in her. She should have known such hopes were futile with someone as Sherlock.
She was out of paper towels and had to go to the pantry to retrieve a new roll. The idiot that cleaned their lab kept storing them on the highest shelf, the guy must be a giant she thought as she jumped on the second shelf and maneuvered herself across it to reach for the roll. Paper roll in hand she jumped back down and found Sherlock Holmes standing in front of her, he was is the process of locking the door.
"So, Molly. I believe you have some extensive explaining to do."
A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this! Please let me know, and review!
About the personal stuff, what happened with me is that finishing my thesis, doing a fulltime internship trying to become a teacher was very stressful on my relationship. We're raising two kids together and on the first day of Christmas he came home in the morning after me worrying sick the entire night, only to tell me he was in love with someone else and in love with her. I've known him since I was eight years old and devestated. He went on a vacation with her and it ended badly, which was great for me, because I really couldn't handle that. I kicked him out, and now we're still raising the kids, but my heart is still sore and it still hurts from losing the one guy I always loved and trusted.
Then, in May this year my brother commited suicide. Which was another blow to my heart, he had a form of autism and never was able to get connection with other people, he fled into drugs and alcohol and in a state of psychosis he jumped in front of a train. My parents, who've already lost my other brother when I was still a little girl were heartbroken, and frankly still are. I just wanted to say to any and all of you who've struggled with loneliness and the feeling that death is better than living, that death is not a solution. I've been through pretty much the same hell as my little brother (divorce of my parents, the loss of the other brother, feeling so strange and unable to connect) and I decided that death was not an option, I've struggled with loss and abandonment, with meds that made me psychotic, financial struggles, study troubles and the person I loved most telling me he was disgusted by me. But I am here for a reason, and whatever people tell me or do to me I can't control, I can control my reactions to them however.
So if you need help, there are many numbers you can call, but I've found that most of all everything you need is already inside of you.