Hi All, this is the last chapter I will be posting for now. More reviews would be motivating . Reviews\comments would tell me if I should continue and not to worry lemons should be on the way soon. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 7

The lake was a shiny blue mirror with birds dipping in and out of its shimmery surface. The sun was out today and Molly was dressed in black tank top, cargo pants and was contemplating the odds of being mauled by a bear if she went exploring into the woods.

It felt good to have the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair: she missed living. Putting on a pair of sunglasses, she decided to do some food shopping. Getting her handbag, she got into her rented car. A shiny black Porsche Cayenne. Safe Dr. Hooper always had a passion for speed which she did not indulge to fulfill while living in London. Now, she had the means and the freedom. She just needed to get used to driving on the other side of the road.

Just then her mobile phone vibrated. She switched it on last night, just in case there was an emergency. She forgot that it was on silent mode. "Wow, that's a lot of messages. Didn't get that many when I was living there", she thought sarcastically.

New Message

Sherlock : Why did you leave me?

Sherlock : Molly, please answer the phone.

Sherlock : You dense woman, answer the damn phone. Or text me.

Sherlock : Please Molly.

Molly looked at the messages in shock. What was going on? There was one message from Mycroft.

: , you might be in grave danger. Please contact the embassy in Maine or answer the phone calls. Immediately.

She leaned back into the leather seat in the Porsche. Speed. It has always given her a high that safe little Molly didn't get elsewhere because Molly Hooper was always in control. No drugs. Minimal alcohol. No partying. Speed was the one vice that she couldn't get rid of. She loved the adrenaline rush while driving a vehicle of precision thru winding roads. Loved the speed of a craft when it takes off the ground to fly in the great blue sky. Loved the speed. It made her forget and be free from everything. From life, hate, work, money, love, regrets, Sherlock and herself.

She knew that she really must be in danger for the Holmes brothers to be sending her so many texts and calls. She took a deep breath and smiled. Looked out that the rolling mountains out in the open, the wide open spaces with ancient trees rooted since the beginning. Here there was no end. Here life was free from everything but nature herself. She was not going to return any of the calls. Molly genuinely didn't care if she was in danger. "I accept whatever that comes. This is the end Sherlock ; I cannot be a part of your life anymore. Even if it means my death." She smiles a sad yet peaceful smile and starts the car.