I apologise once again for taking some time with this chapter, i've had an exam -.- and work, which sadly means that I don't ave a lot of time (thankfully I go on holiday next week) this might just be my favourite chapter so far, so I really hope you guys like it too, as always, please leave your wonderful reviews, they make my day :D :D :D

Chapter 6

The life of Sherlock Holmes had gone by, he'd been on a case demanding him to go back on drugs, Molly had slapped him, the detective had been very surprised at the sudden feel of her hands against his cheek, so of course when she slapped him twice more he was as close to shock as he'd ever been, he knew Molly, and she was never one for violence.

He'd been shot by Johns wife, he'd shot someone, and he was on an airplane away from the life he'd barely even returned to, when he got the call from Mycroft. His brother had explained nothing other than the fact that he was returning because England needed him. He got off the plane and he could tell John was tense, his brother was on edge. 'Okay, i'm back, why does England need me?' He asked annoyed, wondering if it was all a joke, he froze when Mycroft answered, 'Moriarty is back.'

Sherlocks mind started racing, how could he have survived, who helped him, and most importantly he thought of his friends, he needed to get them all to safety, John, Mrs. Hudson, and Gavin. 'Mycroft, we need a safe place, no one's going to get hurt because of me.' He stated before going straight to the car, expecting his brother and John to follow, they did.

A couple of hours had gone by, Mycroft had sent one of his black cars for Mrs. Hudson, and they'd all gone the NSY, Sherlock had been in his mind palace but had now started pacing, he was frustrated, he saw Moriarty shoot himself, how could he have survived. John was frustrated too, he kept thinking something was missing, or someone, but he just couldn't think of what, or who.

An hour more went by when John jumped out of his chair, fear painted clearly on his face, the others looked quickly to the sudden movement from the doctor, all confused at the look of utter terror. 'Sherlock,' he yelled, 'how could we forget, how could we be so stupid?' He asked, upset at Sherlocks idiocy. John had caught Sherlocks attention; he looked puzzled at the doctor.

'Think Sherlock, think. Moriarty is clever; don't you suppose he's figured out who helped you?' John asked, 'Helped me?' Sherlock asked perplexed. John was just staring at Sherlock, waiting for him to realise, a minute went by and the detective was deep in thought, another minute passed, and so did a third, it took a total of ten minutes before Sherlocks eyes went wide, his face went white, and he looked scared to death.

The others apart from John stared confused at the detective, and then confused at the doctor, Sherlock felt sick, he had no idea as to how he could have forgotten Molly, he texted her, once, twice, three times before calling her, no answer. He could feel the sweat starting to run down his face, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do.

Lestrade had sent some men to molly's apartment, and St. Bart's. after john had told them what was going on, they came back with nothing, no sight of Molly anywhere, her colleagues at Bart's hadn't seen her since she'd gone home, nor had they heard from her, her apartment had been empty, no sign of her arrival there.

Sherlock was beside himself, he was going through all his memories of Molly, the way she used to blush when she saw him, her stutter that had subsided after his return, the look of hurt in her eyes when she'd seen his positive results of his drug test, he remembered it all, he was pacing, a couple of hours had passed since they'd realised she was missing, and no word had been heard.

A blood curling scream was heard, shaking everyone out of their trance, they all felt the goosebumps on their skin, no one knew where the scream had come from, until Sherlock looked at his phone, he went rigid. 'Don't you just adore her scream? JM' Sherlock felt the anger boiling up in him, the scream sounded again, this time it was a picture, Molly was on the floor in a dark room, there was blood everywhere, and her eyes were closed, another text came 'I told you i'd burn the heart out of you, and the little bitch helped you! JM'

'I have to find her, I need to find her,' Sherlock stated, leaving for the door, his brothers hand stopped him, 'you're not going anywhere Sherlock, it's too dangerous,' Mycroft was stern, and he had no intentions of letting Sherlock go. Mycroft had sent out some of his best men, they'd find the pathologist.

Sherlock was pacing again, he was unsure of how much time had passed since Moriarty's return, unsure of how long it had been since Molly had been taken, unsure if she was even still alive, he told himself he was simply scared for her life since she was the only one letting him into her morgue. John and his wife were watching the detective; both of them knew differently, John had never seen Sherlock so frustrated, and quite frankly it was scaring the good doctor.

Sherlocks phone suddenly rang, he picked it up and accepted the call, leaving it on speakerphone, 'S-Sherlock,' he heard the ragged breath of Molly, it was like time stood still, her voice was low and broken, Sherlock caught his breath, he didn't know what was happening, but he could still hear her, some of Mycroft's men grabbed the phone from his hand, they plugged it into a machine, and soon they had a location.

Everything happened in a blur, they were in a car, speeding through London, Sherlock was being dragged out of the car, before coming to his senses, he ran towards the building, roaming through it, opening doors as fast as possible, he was so close to giving up hope when he opened one of the last doors in the building, Molly was on the floor next to the body of Moriarty. Sherlocks eyes scanned over his pathologist, she'd been beaten, he could see splinters in her right hand, she was still breathing, but just barely.

He ran to her side, her face was in his hands, when he looked at her fragile body a few of the words she had sung at her friends engagement party came to the detectives mind 'the day that you fall i'll be right behind you, to pick up the pieces,' and she had been, Sherlock finally realised he had a heart, and that it beat only for Molly Hooper, who was dying slowly in his arms, he let out a scream of frustration and anger, and he could feel the tears pooling in his eyes, he closed out the noises of his friends, and everyone else present, only leaving himself, Molly and his broken heart.