Hello readers! Is anyone still reading this story? Sorry I've been gone for a while this site hasn't been working well for the past few days (or at least for me). I really wanted to get something out for you all so I do hope you enjoy the chapter. Feel free to review! I really love hearing from you! It's a great motivator!

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Later that evening they all retreated to the parlor where Molly lazily flipped through the channels while Sherlock read a book near the window seat, Sebastian sat next to Molly watching whatever channel Molly had settled on (Some weird French cooking show). Suddenly his mobile rang which caused Molly and Sherlock to look up; Sebastian checked his phone and looked at Molly.

"Stay here." he ordered.

He quickly got up and retreated to the next room where he slammed the door and locked it, Sherlock and Molly looked at each other Molly quickly got up from the seat and stretched.

"It's now or never." she told him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.

"It's the only way we're going to get home."

Sherlock nodded and stood up, "I won't be far off. I'll make sure you stay safe."

Molly nodded and walked outside, it was cool which helped with her nerves Molly walked down the steps towards the garden where she found one of the guards, the same guard who had massaged her foot (maybe this will be easier than she hoped).The man quickly perked up as she approached her and smiled widely she returned the smile and said:

"I need an escort to retrieve a very important item that Mr. Moriarty left on the boat."

The man looked at her, "I uh... could go get it for you just tell me what it is?"

"No, I'm sorry but he instructed me and only me... And we don't want to upset him do we?"

The man quickly shook his head, "N-No, right this way."

Molly let out a breath and looked over her shoulder, to see if she could spot Sherlock, she couldn't but she knew he was watching over her (hopefully). They walked down a concealed path covered in thick trees and vines, if she weren't looking for the path itself she wouldn't find it that was smart of Moriarty. They walked until she spotted a small dock and boat house. The man made small talk (more like flirting) as he led her down the dock, he opened the door and turned on the bright fluorescent lights, she spotted fishing gear and different sized ropes hanging on the wall, in the water laid a red speed boat, the same one she had seen Jim on a few days prior. Molly turned around to smile at the guard; he smiled back and stuck his head out to see if anyone was coming, she wondered if it was just out of habit. Molly climbed into the boat and pretended to look around, she kept an eye on the guard from the corner of her eye and when he turned to look outside again she took the keys (which had been kept in the ignition) and slipped them in her pocket.

"Oh... Jim must be going out of his mind." she said with a pout, "I can't find what he's looking for here. I'll have to give him a call and tell him to look through his stuff again."

She hopped out of the boat and trotted towards the door where the guard blocked the entrance he grinned mischievously and tugged at the loose strand of hair suggestively,

"We're out here alone and we seem to have a lot in... common. How about a quickie in the boat house?"

Molly laughed (only because she was nervous... and she was in character, but mostly because she was nervous), "I belong to Jim Moriarty." she stated, "He doesn't like others touching things that belong to him."

Molly hated degrading herself to an object, but she knew they knew what Jim was capable of doing and they were afraid, his name was the only source of protection she had in here for now. The man let out a huff of air and let her pass through, Molly quickly hurried back to the path that they came from until she could spot the dim lights coming from inside the house, she turned to wave at the guard who somberly went back to his post. Molly spotted Sherlock sitting in the same spot when she entered the house (That made her wonder if he had even followed her at all), she walked past him and took the key out of her pocket and quickly gave it to him, he took it and held on to her hand a little longer than necessary (Molly noticed) finally, he let go as they heard the door knob turning, Molly hurried to the couch just as Sebastian exited the room and settled down beside her and grabbed the remote where he changed it to a channel where suddenly Jim's face popped on the screen.

"What the?" she said out loud.

Sebastian put the volume up and the three of them focused on the man on the television, Molly noticed his clothes, he was wearing very casual (very un-Jim) outfit Jim smiled widely at the woman greeting him.

"So tell me Mr. Brooke."

"Please call me Richard." he said charmingly.

The woman giggled and nodded, "So tell me Richard how Sherlock Holmes first contacted you?"

Jim leaned in his chair and laughed nervously, "I just moved to London at the time and desperate for work, I met Sherlock Holmes while I was filling out an application at a café and asked me if I wanted a job. At first I thought 'Wow, this guy must want me to do something weird.' I can sense that in people." he told the woman.

The woman laughed and urged him to continue, "He told me about this 'Jim Moriarty' character he had created at first I thought it was a bad idea, I mean it sounded like a dangerous job, but he told me no harm would come to me, that all he wanted was to build his reputation as a genius detective. He wanted to fool everyone, and since he promised me my safety and large amounts of money I agreed. I didn't think anything bad would happen." he pouted earning an "aw" from the audience.

The interviewer patted his knee and gave him a sincere smile, "You were just a victim, Richard."

"I really was." he replied.

Molly rolled her eyes and got up from the couch causing Sebastian to look up from the screen.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a slightly annoyed voice.

"I'm going to bed."

Sebastian opened his mouth to protest, but his mobile rang, he exhaled a breath through his nose and checked the caller ID, Molly noticed Moriarty's name flash and Sebastian got up and made his way to the room.

"Fine." he growled, "Go to bed and don't come out until the morning."

Molly frowned as he slammed the door quickly, Molly motioned Sherlock with her head and the two quickly walked up the stairs.

"We have to leave tonight." he told her.

"What? Why?"

"Moriarty will be back any day now and they'll notice the key missing, it's today or never."

Molly let out a sigh and nodded, "We'll have to do it when Sebastian goes to sleep."

"I'll stay downstairs until he does; I'll come get you when it's time."

Molly nodded and headed up the stairs, they were really doing this they were going to escape. Molly was excited to leave but she was also afraid, she didn't know what was going to happen. What if they were caught? What if they got killed? Either way they would end up dead. Molly entered her room all she needed to do now was wait.