Hello readers! I'm so pleased you all liked BAMF Molly! I thought I was going to get all this hate on how Molly was totally OOC and whatever... I wasn't expecting so much positive feedback. Molly needs to protect her man! I hope you enjoy chapter 10! I had a little difficulty writing it, but I like what I came up with. Feel free to reviewwwwww! I love hearing from you all!

"Mr. Holmes, The last time I saw you I believe you thought you killed me..." said Sebastian smugly.

Sebastian leaned against a metal table watching Sherlock intensely. The dark-haired detective sat bound inside of what looked like an abandoned building of some kind, he had been taken from his holding cell late last night and blindfolded. He could hear the city life outside so he knew he was somewhere in the city.

"Tell me, Moran." he spat "How did you survive?"

The last time he had seen this man they were in a construction zone, he had stepped into an unsafe part of the construction zone and the place had collapsed on itself, taking Sebastian along with it.

"Tell me how you survived first? A secret for a secret, eh?"

Sebastian balled his hand into a fast and punched him on the side of his mouth; he could taste the blood in his mouth. Sherlock spit blood on the ground and frowned at Sebastian.

"Why won't you tell me, Sherly? Is it because someone helped you? It couldn't have been that idiot Doctor of yours, I was watching him when you jumped... I'm not sure he's that good of an actor... So it was someone else wasn't it?"

Sebastian pushed himself off the table and turned on his heel; he took out a knife from the hilt of his trousers and set it on the table.

"There's two ways this can go, Sherly." said Sebastian with a hint of amusement "I can torture the answers out of you OR! you can be a good boy and tell me."

Sherlock laughed suddenly "Why does it matter? You're going to kill me anyways aren't you?"

"Oh you're not as dumb as you look." said Sebastian sarcastically.

"Tell me... Why do you even care? Was Moriarty that important to you?"

Sherlock examined his face before continuing.

"Oh? He was wasn't he? You loved him. Interesting..."

Sebastian slammed his hand on the table and grabbed his knife; he was immediately at Sherlock side, the knife pressed hard against his throat.

"Shut the fuck up, Holmes. It's not fair! It's not fair that he died and you didn't! But that all about to change right..."

"Mr. Moran?" interrupted one of the guards.

Both Sherlock and Sebastian looked up at the doorway where a nervous looking guard stood looking at them.

"What is it!? I'm a little busy." said Sebastian in an irritated voice.

"Uh... There's a phone call for you..."

Sebastian pulled away from Sherlock and rubbed his face "Fine, I'm coming."

He walked over to the table and set the knife down, without another word he disappeared along with the guard. This was Sherlock's chance, he knew he had a small gap before that phone call ended and Moran came back, he dragged the chair towards the table occasionally stopping when he heard any noises, he began as soon as he her he was safe. Somehow he managed to get close enough; his back was facing the table. With his hands he gripped the edge of the table and tilted it his direction causing the knife to begin sliding, he had one chance to catch the knife or risk it falling to the ground. Timing it in his head he quickly grabbed it with his other hand.

Sherlock let out a grunt as he quickly began to saw on the ropes, with each thrust he could feel the roped loosening. Finally with his remaining strength he pulled causing the ropes to fall off his hands. Sherlock quickly went to the ropes on his feet; these came off faster due to his free hands. Sherlock got up and walked over to the door and placed her ear against the door, it sounded quiet but he knew it wasn't going to be easy to escape.

Slowly opening the door he popped his head out and looked at both ends of a long corridor he exited the room closing the door slowly behind him; he knew he couldn't leave through the front door, so he'd have to find another way out. As he turned he spotted a man with his back to him, another guard. He gripped the handle of the knife tightly and swung it with all his strength hitting the man on the back of the head, before he fell to the ground Sherlock caught him and laid him gently on the floor. Sherlock walked over to the window and opened it, to his luck he was below a fire escape, as quickly as he could he jumped out and made his way down. Once he was on the ground he began running, he didn't know where he was going or where exactly he was he just had to get as far away from the building as possible.

Molly and John arrived in New York late noon, after getting lost...twice. They managed to find their hotel thanks to an elderly couple who pointed them in the right direction. Once they got to their hotel they didn't care that there was only one bed, they both plopped one and let out an exhausted sigh.

"This city is going to kill me." muttered John.

Molly nodded and plopped her head on the pillow after a few moments she finally lifted herself up and got up, John opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked suddenly.

Molly shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair "We need to start coming up with a plan." she told him.

John let out a groan and placed his hand on his face "I know... I know... Ugh..."

He finally pulled himself into the sitting position and grabbed his laptop from his bag "I'll do some research on the address Irene gave us." he told her.

Molly nervously fumbled with her hands and looked up at John "Actually..." she began "I was hoping... You'd teach me some self-defense moves."

John looked up from his laptop and rose his brow "You want me to teach you how to fight?"

Molly nodded "Sherlock taught me a few moves, but we don't know what we're dealing with out there... I don't want to accidentally die out there."

John chuckled under his breath and closed his laptop and got up

"Alright, Molly. I'll teach you how to kick some arse." he said with a hint of amusement.