Author's Note: Remember how I said there would only be 6 chapters? Well, I ended up having more to say. Probably two more additional chapters after this one.

Sherlock stayed this time. In contrast to his previous promises he did languish in bed with Molly. Most couples would take the time to talk and share stories but neither of them had lives that they wanted to talk about. Sherlock knew of Molly's broken past and she of his. It was best for them to focus on the present moment. Eventually though the real world called – for Sherlock it was John and for Molly it was work. Once the overcoat went back on Molly could see Sherlock retreat behind his armor. She didn't even suggest they leave together. She sent him on his way and she lingered in her flat a bit longer to take in the last moments of their time together.

A couple of days later John asked if she would be willing to watch Rosie during the late afternoon and evening as he and Sherlock worked a case. It had been so long since she had watched Rosie that her arms ached to hold the tiniest Watson. She agreed and they made plans to meet at Sherlock's flat for the turn over. Molly hadn't been to Sherlock's flat in ages and she wasn't sure how that was going to feel or if Sherlock had said anything more to John about their relationship.

The sun had been shining for days in London an anomaly that Molly attributed to her being in love. She was wearing a white button down shirt and a bright yellow cardigan. She felt like her own ray of sunshine as she bounced up the stairs of 221B. Before reaching the door knob she heard Sherlock bellow, "COME IN!" She entered the flat to see Sherlock standing by the fireplace, his forehead resting on his fingertips. He barely looked up and hollered, "MOLLY! THE GAMES IS ON! GO AWAY!" and then returned to his thought. For just a moment Molly was hurt, but then she saw John and Rosie turn the corner from the kitchen and she bolstered herself and shouted back, "DON'T BE AN ARSE SHERLOCK! I'm not here for you, I'm here for Rosie." And with that she reached out to grab the darling baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket and held her tenderly, cooing and smiling at her. Sherlock looked up stunned to be yelled at in such a manner. He didn't think he had done anything to deserve such a scolding. In the meantime, John rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Just ignore him Molly. I'll follow you out so I can put the car seat in your car."

John and Molly walked down the stairs leaving Sherlock to his thoughts. John installed the car seat in Molly's car and after Rosie was securely tucked in he turned to Molly, "Don't let him bother you." She smiled sheepishly. Molly was tough but she wasn't impervious to Sherlock's stings. John shifted on his feet as if he was preparing a speech and then finally met Molly's eyes, squinting in the sunlight, "I was there during the phone call." Molly had already known that and so she wasn't sure where John was going with this conversation. "It broke him Molly. We had already gone through so much that day but when he realized how badly he had hurt you – that perhaps his one chance of having somebody love him was gone. It broke him." Molly stood silent. She wasn't sure what to do with this new information. John continued, "Listen, I don't' know how much Sherlock is even capable of loving a person. But I do know that he's trying. I know that the reason why he has kept you at arm's length for so long was because he didn't want to hurt you. He didn't want to share his damage with you, but after that phone call I think he just felt like the worst had already been done. Plus, he's changing Molly and you are part of that change. Don't give up on him." Molly nodded, "Thanks John. I appreciate that." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and got into her car.

She wasn't going to let Sherlock's nasty mood rain on her parade. The sun was glorious, Rosie was adorable and they were going to head to the park for some swing time and then back to her flat for dinner and naps. She had just parked the car and was getting the stroller out of the car when her phone vibrated. She dropped the stroller and dug in her bag for her phone, "I know I can be an arse sometimes". Molly chose to ignore the text. No point in responding. She got the stroller unfolded and got Rosie out of the car seat and nestled into the contraption. It was just a short walk from her flat to the park around the block. Her phone vibrated again as they took off towards the park, "John says I should apologize. Not sure why." Molly snorted and rolled her eyes. She just wished he would shut up now, she placed her phone on silent and dumped it into her bag and put her bag at the bottom of the stroller. He wasn't the only one who knew how to vanish.

Sherlock was annoyed. He was working. He was busy. She just couldn't barge into his workspace and expect him to be happy to see her. Surely she understood that. And why wasn't she responding to his texts? This is why he didn't do sentiment and relationships. People were stupid and acted stupid and expected stupid things. But she was radiating when she walked into his flat – he had noticed that.

Molly and Rosie spent far too much time at the park. The sun was just starting to set as they made their way back home. The fresh air had made Molly sleepy and she was sure Rosie felt the same. She folded up the pram and put it in the trunk of her car. Held Rosie tight with her diaper bag over her shoulder and started walking up the stairs to her flat. She was about to walk-in when she noticed the gouge marks in the wood by the lock. Somebody had broken into her apartment. She didn't know if they were still there or not but she wasn't going to go in and find out. Her heart started racing. She quickly turned around and ran down the stairs. She could hear footsteps behind her. She quickly put Rosie in her car seat, not tightening her up near enough, tossed the diaper bag on the front seat and jammed the car in gear as she saw a large man in a suit turn the corner of her building holding a gun his hand. She took off quickly rummaging in the diaper bag for her phone. She grabbed it and quickly pressed Sherlock's number. Her heart was racing. She wasn't sure where to go.

Sherlock stood in the regal living room of his client with sun streaming through the large estate windows. They were examining what was supposed to be a break-in but Sherlock was highly suspect that this was a smash and grab. His phone vibrated and he looked down. Molly? He wasn't answering. He was working. He made that clear. He sent it to voice mail and continued his examination of the broken crystal that had been on the bookshelf.

Molly exclaimed, "BLOODY HELL!" She couldn't believe he wasn't answering. She was going to kill him and then after she was going to murder him. She called John next.

John's phone vibrated and he instantly picked up worried something was wrong with Rosie, "Molly?" Sherlock turned around hearing John's voice as he answered. He was irritated that John wasn't showing solidarity with him and ignoring the calls. John's face went ashen, his voice became urgent, "Are you okay? Yes, yes of course. Meet us back at the flat. No, I have no idea. Mrs. Hudson is there just sit with her until we get there. We're on our way now" and he signaled for Sherlock to follow as he began to walk.

Sherlock was completely irritated. "Where the hell are we going? I'm not done at the scene here." John firmly and calmly explained, "somebody broke into Molly's apartment and then chased her with a gun. She's terrified and didn't know where to go or who it was. She and Rosie are on there way to Baker Street. We need to meet them." Sherlock didn't say a word he just briskly headed to the front door with the assumption that John was right behind him. They got into the car and he was silent. She had called him first and he hadn't answered. She needed him and he hadn't been there. Sherlock knew he had failed her.