"John? John dear, what are you doing?" Came the slightly worried voice of Mrs Hudson. Groaning John opened his eyes.

"I was, umm... Oh! I must have fallen asleep on the couch again. Sorry Mrs Hudson." John apologised getting up and stretching.

"Yes, well I put the kettle on, and brought up some biscuits. But just this once, just because Sherlock... Yes, well just this once, I'm not your housekeeper." Mrs Hudson said before leaving quickly. Well as quickly as you could with a dodgy hip that is.

"Thanks Mrs H!" John called as she closed the door to his apartment. John walked into the still very messy kitchen and to the kettle just as it came to the boil. Turning off the heat, John poured the boiling water into the closest clean cup before grabbing a tea bag from the cupboard and dunking it in.

Realising he was still in his clothes from yesterday, he decided to text Molly and find out how she was.

Sent 30/11/14 11:27

Hi Molly, how are you and Sherlock doing?

He checked his tea, seeing that it was strong enough, walked to the fridge and quickly opening the door reached in and pulled out the milk before quickly closing it again. He poured a decent amount of milk in before repeating his ritual of quick fridge opening and then taking his tea to his chair.

Sitting down he again took out his phone as he sipped his tea.

Received 30/11/14 11:29

John. I need help. Come quickly.

MH

Eyes widening in shock and fear John quickly put his tea down, shoved his feet into his shoes and ran down the stairs. Running out onto the street he hailed a taxi, and for once it stopped first time.

Jumping in he almost shouted Molly's address at the cabby while he threw his seatbelt on. The cab quickly pulled away from the curb and moved quickly down the road.

John finally sent a text back to Molly.

Sent 30/11/14 11:32

I'm headed over there right now. Don't worry.

After another minute or two the cab finally pulled up outside Molly's flat. Jumping out, John paid the cabbie before rushing up the stairs to the buzzer. Pressing hard on Molly's buzzer he only waited a second before it was answered.

"Molly? Are you alright?" John asked quickly.

"I-I don't know..." Came the quiet reply, but John still heard the tears in her voice.

"I'm coming up." John said and let go of the buzzer as he heard the door click open.

Running in he headed straight for the stairs, since elevators didn't go fast enough. He made it to Molly's floor and ran into the hallway and right down to the end. Her door was unlocked, so he came barreling through.

Inside he saw Molly curled into a ball on the sofa. He edged closer to her before resting his hand on her back. She let out a small sob as she turned to face him. "Molly..." He sighed before pulling her into a hug. He sat beside her on the sofa and pulled her into his lap. She grabbed his collar and cried into his chest. This reminded him of the first time this happened.

A/N: Only a short one, but on Thursday you guys get the whole back story. I'd like to see what you guys come up with as to why Molly met up with John the first time. See you Thursday! :3