Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, please forgive the mistakes and the typos.

For an anon one word prompt on Tumblr. The word was: hostage.

This time, it was the italian mob. Three years of summer holidays spent in Sicily, so she could grasp some of the words the two men were sharing. She was a bait, a snare to catch a bigger prey. Sherlock Holmes.

They had kidnapped Molly on her way out of St barts : she was too focused on checking the last text the consulting detective had sent to her, to notice the man quickly approaching her from behind. A hand on her mouth, to smother her scream; a handkerchief soaked in chloroform, and she woke up tied to a chair, the two criminals talking about Sherlock. They had already contacted him, it was obvious. No blindfold, so she could look out of the window...these ones were not very clever. She spotted the Shard in the distance. "Thank God we are still in London...he shouldn't be too late...at least I hope" she was pondering, when she heard the sound of a door being shot down, and John Watson and Sherlock Holmes appeared on the threshold. A quick scuffle with the bad men, now unconscious on the floor, and the good doctor was helping her to untie her arms and legs. Sherlock simply nodded at her, and after receiving a small smile from his pathologist, he took the smartphone out of his pocket, to alert Lestrade that she was safe. She heard John mutter something against him ("That man is worse than a machine...he could at least say something to you, it's the fourth time this happened since he came back!"). She defended him ("He came here...you both came, to save me. It's enough for me, John"), and prepared herself for another official statement to the police...she was an expert, at this point.

She was coming out of the bathroom, after the shower, thankfully already dressed, when she heard her door's lock being picked. "I could report you to Lestrade for breaking and entering..."she started to warn him, but Sherlock's lips were already on her mouth, effectively silencing her with so much passion she was almost startled. He hugged her so tightly after the kiss, that she was a little worried. "Sherlock, it's alright...I'm here" she reassured him, and he just nodded, before releasing her and leading her to the couch.

"When we started our relationship, I warned you against the risks, but now I think this is becoming even more dangerous than I had predicted. Maybe it will be better-"

Molly interrupted him, her delicate fingers pressed against his mouth. "Don't. You saved me. You saved me every single time, so don't even think about it. Just promise me that you will always try to save me, I don't need anything more than that from you".

Sherlock examined her face intensely, before lowering his face until his forehead was pressed against hers. "Always". She sighed,comforted by his answer, and he continued.

"Are you still convinced that it's better to keep our relationship a secret? It seems that the criminals are much better observer than our friends...I thought that after your third abduction, at least John would notice something..."

She leaned against him, closing her eyes and savouring his proximity. "The real question, Mr Holmes, is another: are you ready to show the world that you have a heart?"

He chuckled. "You're wrong, Dr. Hooper. I don't have a heart, not anymore. You stole it from me"

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