Khan lay on a slab in the morgue, watching with the aid of a hand mirror as Mary Watson put the finishing touches on the fake bullet wound on his chest, over his heart.

The former assassin smiled a bit. "It's amazing what you can learn on YouTube." She added a little more fake blood then admired her handiwork. "I much prefer this to the real thing."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Is everyone ready?"

"What do we do if this doesn't work?" John asked.

"Khan runs like hell," Sherlock said, "while the rest of us are arrested for aiding and abetting."

John looked at the "corpse." "Best not screw up then."

Khan rolled his eyes. "I'll play my part to perfection."

"Yes," Mary said, smiling a bit, "all you have to do is lie still. I certainly hope you're more lively in bed."

He smirked. "You're not the one who will find out." He looked at Molly, his gaze heated.

Molly looked away, blushing.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "That's enough," he said firmly. "I'm calling Lestrade."

In the end, it didn't take much to convince Lestrade that the infamous fugitive was dead. Maj. Barrymore and Dr. Williamson, the man Khan had said was in charge of the human cloning project, were not as easy, but after watching a video of Khan on the slab, they eventually accepted Sherlock's story of Khan taking Molly and Mary hostage and being gunned down by John.

"We'll gladly take him off your hands," Dr. Williamson said. "He did, after all, agree to donate his body to science."

"Oh, I think science can do without one more criminal's corpse, don't you?" Sherlock said, smiling a bit. "Bart's has a crematorium, we'll take care of it."

The geneticist tried to push the issue but gave up when Lestrade started to question it. All parties involved agreed to let the body be cremated at Bart's. As soon as Sherlock hung up, Khan took a deep breath then let it out slowly.

"What's next?" John asked as Mary removed the fake wound.

"A John Doe about Khan's size was cremated yesterday," Molly said, "so we have cremains to present if anyone at Baskerville decides to follow up."

"All of us need to make sure our routines don't vary for the next few days," Sherlock said. "Once things have died down, then we begin Baskerville's downfall."

As soon as they were back in Molly's flat early that afternoon, Khan pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She responded almost instantly, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back just as fervently. He reached for the buttons on her shirt and she broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"No, Khan," she murmured.

"You want me as much as I want you," he murmured, his hands moving behind her to caress her back beneath her shirt. "Admit it, Molly."

She rested her forehead against his chest. "I do but I've never had meaningless sex."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who says it would be meaningless?"

She lifted her head to stare at him. "What?"

Khan chuckled. "Do you really think all I want from you is a quick shag? Did I not mention marrying you?"

"You also mentioned living away from civilization."

"Yes, but not alone." He raised a hand to stroke her cheek. "You, Molly Hooper, are the perfect woman for me – soft, vulnerable, intelligent, beautiful, and with a will of iron. Why should I not marry you?"

"How about the fact that we just met yesterday? Or the fact that since you have no legal rights, I can't marry you anyway?"

Khan grinned – he knew an opening when he heard one. "So, you're saying that after we expose Baskerville and I am granted all the rights of any natural-born human, you'll marry me?"

"I'm not marrying you or anyone else," she said firmly, pulling away from him. "Not without love."

"Love is a fairytale. I'm talking about compatibility. You and I are infinitely compatible."

"Somehow, I doubt that."

"We are highly intelligent, passionate people who are willing to do whatever it takes when we or someone we care about is threatened."

"You can say that about a lot of people," Molly said, obviously unconvinced.

"If you want me to court you, I'll do it."

She raised an eyebrow. "'Court?' This isn't the Dark Ages."

"Woo?"

"You're not Shakespeare."

Khan groaned in frustration. "Date, then."

"Better, but I'm not interested in dating anyone right now."

"If not now, then when?"

"How about when I'm not hiding another 'dead' man in my flat?"

He smirked. "So when everything is back to 'normal?'"

"When everything is back to 'normal,' I'll consider it."

He grinned. "Good enough."