Molly had boarded her plane and took off before midnight that night. She knew it was important to do so as Jim had referenced Cinderella. She was becoming very tired now but she couldn't sleep yet. She needed to stay alert in case another message came for her.

Molly felt like she was ready to collapse from exhaustion by the time her plane finally landed in Germany. Of course Jim would want her there. The Brothers Grimm were from Germany so it only made sense for their reunion to be in such a fairytale land.

Molly had only brought a single bag with her for a possible change of clothes. She knew it wouldn't be long until she reunited with Sebastian and Jim so she didn't think she would need much.

Not seeing anything of interest around the airport, Molly decided to watch the crowd in silence. She wanted to scan for anyone that might be different compared to everyone else.

Molly didn't have to look long for she could see someone casually strolling their way over towards her. He was tall and strong looking. Nice blonde hair and a nice smile. Molly stood up straighter as he arrived to meet her, "I have to say, you look nice with blonde hair."

"Are you sure it's not because I could pass as your sister?" she chuckled and playfully shoved his arm. After a moment, Sebastian and Molly gave each other a hug and walked out of the airport. There was a car waiting for them already when they arrived outside. Molly hoped Jim would be inside but was disappointed to see that he wasn't.

Sebastian could see the disappointed look on her face and shook his head, "Don't worry, Molly. We are on our way to him now. Just relax now." Molly nodded her head in response and sat back in the car.

An hour later, Moran stopped the car next to a park. Molly had decided to get rid of the wig and blue contacts before arriving. Sebastian had assured her that she was safe now and could move around without having to worry.

Getting out of the car, Molly walked over to the edge of a river and began to walk along it in the direction she was instructed. Rivers were often mentioned in fairytales and how they would often guard castles. Now Molly was the one storming the castle instead of hoping to be rescued from one.

She didn't walk long until she saw him. He was sitting on a park bench, looking out over the river. The sun was high in the day and felt nice to everyone around. The man looked almost peaceful. As if he was a knight. He was Molly's knight.

Taking a deep breath, Molly walked until she was sitting on the park bench next to him. "You look like death," he muttered to her. She did. She had dark circles under her eyes and was currently holding back a yawn. She really wanted to sleep.

"Good thing I do post-mortems," she chuckled back. Her reply caused a chuckle from him and he finally turned to look at her. Jim smiled at her before moving a little closer and grabbing her hand.

Molly squeezed his hand in return and said, "Now… Is this the end or the beginning of the fairytale?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not at all," Molly mumbled before leaning forward and finally connecting their lips in a long overdue kiss. She could feel Jim wrap his arms around her and one hand moving to cup her cheek. It was a soft but very strong kiss. Molly closed her eyes and relaxed into him.

Finally pulling back, Jim stood to his feet and helped Molly to her own. He took her hand once more and smiled, "Come on. Let's get out of here. It's time for your fairytale to continue."

Three days later, Mrs. Hudson was busy cleaning up her flat when she stumbled across the letter. Her eyes widened as she had almost completely forgotten about the letter from the young woman. She didn't know her but she seemed fine. She didn't leave much of an impression anyway.

Going up the steps, Mrs. Hudson handed the envelope to Sherlock, "Here you go, dearie. A young lady dropped this off for you the other day. She was a nice little thing but so in a rush. You know how it is…"

Sherlock hummed in response and began to tear the envelope open. He then read the note to himself, not once looking up at Mrs. Hudson rambling on about how everyone is in too big of a hurry.

Dear Sherlock,

I am writing this to let you know that you will never see me again. I am not someone you can push around anymore. This is my fairytale and I am he only one who can decide how it ends. I use to think a knight in shining armor would rescue me and take me away to his castle. I was a fool for not realizing it had already happened. Don't bother trying to find me again because I don't want you to. You won't understand and now I see that you never did. Goodbye Sherlock.

Molly

Sherlock read it once more and looked up to see Mrs. Hudson had walked out of the room when she realized Sherlock had not been listening.

Shaking his head, Sherlock balled up the letter and tossed it into the fireplace. He watched it burn to ashes and sighed.

Molly made her choice and he wasn't going to get involved. She was nothing but another obstacle in his quest for Moriarty. Though for some reason, Sherlock couldn't help but feel that his life felt a little emptier.

A.N:/ I know this chapter is a little shorter than the others but I am nearing the end and just getting everything wrapped up. Just one chapter to go!