When I woke up I finally came to, I was laying on a mattress in a back of a van.
"Seb! Drive faster!" I heard James
"I'm driving as fast as I can, sir."
"Hurry up!" I heard him yell. Then I felt someone sit down next to me and then a wet rag over my forehead. "Molly, please. Talk to me, if you can hear me." He set the rag down, and grabbed my hand, "Please."
I slowly opened my eyes, then closed them again. Light was pouring in through the windows.
"Molly?"
"James?"
"Molly! Thank God you're alive! You had me scared to death!"
I smiled, "I'm sorry to have worried you, sir." I attempted to sit up and winced, so I layed back down, "What happened?"
"I woke up to find Seb standing over me. I asked him what had happened and he said he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was able to get free from his captors and got a message from you telling him an address. When he got here, he found you unconscious in a pool of blood and Rachy up on the third floor. The odd thing was that you were bandaged, but it wasn't working very well. Blood had already seeped through it... Of course by then Seb had helped me get down stairs and picked you up and brought you to the car. And we ended up just where we are now. Molls, I must ask, who bandaged you up?"
"Watson."
"Sorry?"
"Sherlock... he knocked Rachael out and tied her up. He helped me. I had him call to come help. Then I told him to leave me there. And that's all I remember." I just noticed that he was still holding my hand.
"You called Johnny Boy?"
"Do you think I had a choice? I didn't exactly want to die."
"So you basically used Johnny Boy and Sherly?"
"If you put it that way I suppose so."
"I must say that I am impressed... but then again I probably would have done the same."
"We're here, sir." Seb said from up front. He stopped the car and got out.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We just brought you to a flat and we're going to take care of you." He got up, "This might hurt a little bit." He reached down and picked me up, I winced.
"Ow."
"I know, dear, I know."
I closed my eyes and tried to drown out the traffic, and all the noise. The noise was giving me a headache. I felt him lay me down on a bed.
"Seb, will you give us some privacy." I heard James say, the door closed.
"I suppose you didn't just buy this did you?"
"Nope. We are... borrowing it for a time being."
"Of course you are." I smiled.
"Thank you." He said quietly.
"For what?"
He gave me a look, "You know, saving my life. I probably wouldn't be alive right now." He took my hand in his once again.
"Of course. You know I would do anything to save you."
"Hmmm... you would." Then he did something I never thought he would do, he kissed me. It was long, and tender and it felt good. The last time he had kissed me was, what? 1 years ago? 2?
He straightened up, "You'll make it through this, Molls. I'll make sure of it." He kissed my head one more time before he left.
Did he actually kiss me? I thought to myself. I giggled a little, I still was trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened. I laid back and tried to relax, but it wasn't easy. I couldn't get into a comfortable position. I couldn't roll over onto my stomach because of my injury and I couldn't roll over onto my left side because I was shot there. And it was just plain uncomfortable on the right side. So, I just laid on my back and thought about what had happened that day.
It was about 7PM when James came in with a tray of food.
"I thought you might be hungry, considering that you haven't eaten all day."
"I'm famished." I sat up slowly.
"How are you feeling?" He set the tray down on the table next to us.
"Like I got hit by a truck?"
"I'm sorry, dear. A cup of tea ought to make it better."
I took the cup he handed me. "What happened to Rachael? You said that Sebastian had found her on the third floor, but what did he do to her?"
"He surprisingly did nothing." He looked at me and I raised an eyebrow.
"Except putting your old ID on her and calling the police to call and pick her up. So, now you are off the board."
"Well, not entirely..."
"What do you mean?"
"Sherlock... he knows."
"I'm guessing that your disguise didn't fool him, am I correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, what did you expect? Sherlock always notices things like that, I probably wouldn't have been fooled."
"Of course you wouldn't have." I smiled. By then we had finished our meal and it was about 8 pm.
"I need to go and you need to rest." He started to get up.
"Please," I caught his arm, "Don't go."
"I'll be back tomorrow. Like I said, you need to get some sleep."
"Fine." I slowly sank back down into covers and watched him leave.
3 months later I was fully recovered and out doing crime work again. During those 3 months James and I had grown closer. Yes, he sometimes still made me feel idiotic and I still infuriated him with my "lack of intelligence" for something. But it worked out. Now we are basically a couple and I suppose you "ship us" as Rachael would put it. In speaking of Rachael, Sebastian's ruse worked. The police believed it was Molly Hooper, even when they did a DNA testing (of which I changed the results). I was now off the grid, but still on the board. Well, I must go now there are crimes to be committed!