OK! I know I haven't updated in like..what…FOREVER?! o.o So I hope you guys didn't think I was dead. Im soooo sorry! Anyways here is the new chapter!

And You Are..?

*THUMP*

Mary and Molly looked down at the motionless body lying in front of them. The man had two clean shots going through his upper back. Molly kneeled down and checked his pulse. ..Dead

"Why are you two ladies out here in the rain?"

They both diverted their eyes to where the voice was coming from. "MYCROFT?!" Mary and Molly shouted in surprise. Mycroft was standing a few feet away under his umbrella. "Did you shoot him?"

"Of course not..I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty." He claimed placidly. "Snipers do the job right."

Mary cringed for a moment. "You hired snipers?! How would you know if we were in any danger?" I could have handled him…

"Just had a hunch…"

"Do you think this is…" Molly froze.

"Moriarty's doing?" Mycroft said. "Perhaps…"

Police cars started driving up followed closely by the ravenous news media.

Mycroft gestured to join him under his umbrella. "Well, we shall talk about this matter elsewhere."

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*Bzzt Bzzt*

'Sherlock, there was an incident, it involves with your pathologist. –MH'

Sherlock's heart stopped and took in the words he just read. His eyes grew wide with horror.

No

"Sherlock…what is it?" John asked with concern.

Sherlock shoved his phone in his coat pocket and stood up abruptly.

"Sherlock what's wrong?!"

"It's Molly.." Sherlock faintly whispered out. He immediately turned and rushed straight through the door while his heart was beating uncontrollably.

"Sherlock wait up!" John started chasing after him. I hope Mary is ok too….

John ran out the door and Sherlock was nowhere to be found. John looked around and caught sight of Sherlock's shaggy black hair inside a cab driving off. "If there would just be a day when he could just WAIT!" John screamed out to no one particular.

Sherlock frantically called Molly's phone but it went straight to voicemail. It must be dead…

He started to call Mycroft and noticed his hands were shaking violently. What is this..? I'm not possibly..

"Hello brother dea-"

"Where is she?" Sherlock anxiously blurted out. "Is she ok?"

"She's completely fine Sherlock. I have everything under control." Mycroft calmly stated.

"Are you with her? Can I speak to her?"

"Well..not at the moment no…I was needed somewhere el-"

"YOU JUST LEFT HER! WHA-" Sherlock took in a deep breathe. "Just…where is she?"

"St. Barts…is that it?" The line went dead. How rude. What has gotten into him?

"Where to sir?" The cabby asked.

"St. Bartholomew's Hospital." Sherlock responded.

After a few minutes Sherlock's patience was running short at the pace the cabby was driving.

"Can we go any FASTER?" Sherlock impatiently exclaimed.

"Sorry but I can't get through this traffic…you'll just have to WAIT." The cabby remarked.

"I don't have time.." Sherlock shot out of the cab.

"Oi! THAT'S £4.60!" The cabbie barked. It was too late to chase him down. Sherlock ran into the jungle of cars and vanished.

After an extraneous run through the city-like maze he finally reached St. Bartholomew's Hospital. Sherlock's heart started beating excessively running through the halls bulldozing everyone in his way. Storming through the place he finally reached the lab of where his pathologist worked. He busted through the door and found his Molly talking to a tall figure that was facing his back towards him.

"SHERLOCK!" Molly shouted out in distress as she rushed towards him and clasped her hands around his waist embracing him.

Sherlock felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest while feeling Molly's warm touch. He accepted her warm embrace and warmly smiled but soon it left in an instance. "Hello Tim."

"Hi…and its Tom by the way..hah" Tom laughed awkwardly with slight annoyance.

"Oh! Tim! Tom! Close enough! Sherlock smiled and then his face dropped to a more somber face…anyways why are you here?" Sherlock said bluntly.

Tom was a bit taken aback from his sudden frankness. "..Well..Molly wa-"

"Do you usually come by to see her when she's at work?" Sherlock interrupted.

Molly saw how Tom looked uncomfortable and was getting quite irked with all Sherlock's intrusive questions. "Sherlock!"

Tom's face started to get hot. "Um..we-"

"You don't need to answer that. Seeing that you still fancy Molly you probably would come, as they would say, 'once in a blue moon' so that she would find your visits irregular but in fact you practically arrange your visits orderly so tha-"

Tom stiffened from Sherlock's prolonged rambling. "W-wait…no I'm just here as a friend." Tom insisted.

"Really? Are you sure? Hmm…I doubt that reason. From the smell of your cologne, that you have drowned yourself in, that I can practically smell from here, what is that? Sherlock sniffed the strong aroma in the air. Hmm I see..'Obsession' is it? Seems practical on the matter. I find it quite pungent; you seem to be here for rather other reasons. So in short I think you should leave." Sherlock grinned keenly gesturing his hands to the door.

Molly pinched Sherlock's arm. "Ow!"

"Sherlock he just came by to see if I was fine! Don't be rude!" Molly started to lightly hit him with her fists.

"Well, are you okay Molly?" Sherlock grabbed her wrists and peered down into her eyes.

Molly was startled by his abrupt action and started to fumble with her words. She was hypnotized by his icy blue eyes that she swore she would never get tired of. "I-I'm fine..really.." Molly cheeks started to flush.

"Good!" Sherlock let go of her and gently patted her head. He put his arms around her and brushed her body against side while facing Tom. "See! She is fine. Now you can go! Bye!"

"Um..yeah…okay I was leaving anyways." What is wrong with this guy? Wait…are they a…COUPLE?! Tom started pacing for the door.

"Wait! Tom I thought you wanted some coffee? You said you were freezing." Molly felt bad for Tom and wanted to make it up to him.

"Eh..I better go.."

"I insist!" Molly walked passed him and went through the door. "I will be back in a bit!"

Sherlock stood there watching Molly walk out the door. I don't understand…this woman…why does she have to be so..soo human…I don't even understand…how can she out of all people adore a person like me.."Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.." He recalled himself saying to The Woman. Molly Hooper is my mystery…that I shall solve…

A convulsion of laughter filled the room snapping Sherlock out of his thoughts. "What?" Sherlock blurted out.

"Really? I mean really?" Tom continued to laugh wildly.

Sherlock's eyebrows started to crease from the unpleasant laughter. "WHAT? I don't understand what is it that is so amusing?"

"How? I mean HOW?" Tom shouted on his last word with an animal like growl. "You…of all people? I don't get it.

"Get what…?" Sherlock was surprised of the sudden change in Tom's voice. He almost looked like a different person in his demeanor.

"Isn't it obvious? You don't deserve her you freak…you will never deserve her." Tom lightly said through an eerie smile. "You two won't last at all…you're going to lose her and she will forget you…fo-"

Sherlock violently shoved Tom against the wall and held him up by his collar. "Let me tell you one more time. LEAVE. NOW."

Tom grinned wickedly and snickered to himself. Tom whispered softly "Forever…she'll forget you.. forever..and you won't be able to do anyyyything.."

"Shut up..just shut up! That will never happen.." Sherlock's voice cracked. He aggressively shaked Tom while tightening his grip.

"Every beginning has its end….don't you remember…" Tom drew closer to his face and coldly whispered in his ear. "…Reeeddbeeaarddd"

Sherlock released Tom's collar and stood in shock trying to process what has been said. Tom began to laugh hysterically and fell to the floor.

The door swung open. "Sherlock!? There you are!? It was hard to keep up with you…I found Mary and-..what is this?" John viewed the bizarre scene. Tom stopped laughing and got up and gracefully walked out the door ignoring John. Sherlock was still frozen in place. "Sherlock…what is it?" John walked up to his friend and peered up at him. "Sherlock? Snap out of it? What's wrong?"

..How? How does he know…about...no..why..I feel..what is this im feeling..vulnerable? What does he mean? Molly forgetting me? I can't process this..he can't possibly be…

"Hey I'm back wit-oh…where's Tom?" Molly was holding a cup of coffee standing at the door. "John what is going on?"

"I don't know I came and he was like this."

"Sherlock what is it?" Molly said with uneasiness in her tone.

"Sebastian Moran." Sherlock whispered soundlessly. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"What are you talking about?" John was quite confused and so was Molly. "Who is Sebastian Moran?"

"Moriarty's right-hand man…" Sherlock stated with a blank stare.