Sherlock and Mycroft were taking care and investigating why Moriarty appeared on every screen in the country.

John and Mary were about to be parents. Mary was in Baker when she started labor. Sherlock was petrified.

"Oh my God, it's coming!" John said nervously grabbing their things to leave.

They climbed into the car quickly. Sherlock was hit by Mary on more than one occasion against the glass of the car.

The baby was born healthy and beautiful. They had a meeting at their house, Mrs. Hudson and Molly were present. Her name is Rosamund, although Sherlock wanted to be named like his.

"It's not a girl's name" John repeated tiredly.

The couple asked Mrs. Hudson and Molly to be her godmother and Sherlock her godfather.

"Oh I'm going to die!" Molly said aloud. "I accept with pleasure! look at this little girl, ooh she's so pretty I want to squeeze her cheeks "

Mary wasn't as happy as she was that day.

The moment of the baptism arrived, Sherlock was still solving cases through his cell phone, Molly cocking him hard to leave it.

A new case appeared. Molly knew that this too was too important. Mary had gone on a trip. That seemed strange to her.

Sherlock wasn't in Baker either. It was all very strange. He come back a few days later and Mary too, maybe they were with John in that case.

It was almost night and Molly had to go back to her house, she was in the laundry room picking up Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson's clothes when she heard slow footsteps and the door opened.

She turned and saw Sherlock enter and close the door. Had never seen him like this, so lost and disoriented. He looked into her eyes and looked down, saw that his hands were shaking when he took off his gloves.

Molly swallowed. "What's wrong, Sherlock? Are you okay? "She said worried, although her voice broke, she knew something had happened.

But Sherlock didn't speak. Molly put the basket on the washing machine and came closer.

"What happens? You can trust me" She said, supporting her hands on his forearms.

"Molly" he said in a sigh. "Mary is dead" His eyes reddened.

"What?" Se said with tears in her eyes. "It can not be ..."

Sherlock saw how her hands trembled.

"Molly ... you will not work for me anymore, Do you understand?"

She put a hand to her face, shattered by the news. Sherlock took her by her arms.

"Do you understand me, Molly? You will never step on Baker again understood ?! " he said almost shouting.

"Don't do this to me Sherlock ... what's happened please tell me" She said with the detective's hands still in her arms. Molly could feel him trembling, his face was distorted.

"Is dead, Molly! And you, you will not come back here, you understand ?!"

"Please Sherlock, don't do this to me ... you and Mrs. Hudson are all I have ... don't throw me out, don't leave me alone please," she said between sobs. She watched as Sherlock swallowed and their eyes met.

"Give me your key Molly"

"Please Sherlock ..." She begs with tears falling.

The detective released her and held out his hand. "The key"

Molly put her hand in the pocket of her pants, he knew she always wore it. She support it in his hand tremblingly.

"Go away"

"But-"

"I don't need you here, Molly! Don't you understand? I said get out of here! "Sherlock shouted, hitting the counter.

Molly passed by his side crying, closed the door slowly and down the stairs with a superhuman effort. Tooks her backpack and saw Baker for the last time. She doesn't ride her bike, she didn't want to look back.

Sherlock was alone in the laundry room, closed the door and sat on the floor. He put his head between his legs and squeezed Molly's key firmly in his hand. Tonight he had failed everyone.

John had distanced himself from Sherlock, they didn't see each other for long, nor did he see Molly since Mary's death. He knew that she was helping John with Rosie. Mrs. Hudson brought him tea every day and stayed with him a little.

Sherlock suffered quite what happened. A CD was leaning on his desk, it had the words "miss me?"

It was time to start up his new plan.

As time went on and Culverton Smith had appeared, his daughter appeared in front of Sherlock asking for help.

Molly was in her room when her cell phone rang, Mrs. Hudson calling. She begged her to go to Baker because Sherlock was out of control. Molly thought about it, she didn't know what to do but in the end she gave her yes.

She went there quickly with her bike. It was heard from below as Sherlock shouted out loud and shots were Heard too, when Molly started to climb the stairs Billy ran down. "He has gone mad!"

Molly clenched her fists trying to calm her trembling an enter Baker's living room, encouraged by Mrs. Hudson from the stairwell.

Sherlock shouted inconsistencies, had a gun in his hand, it wasnot something that scared her since thousands of times she has seen him with one but this time it was his physical state that tormented her.

He was thinner, completely pale and haggard, careless and in his blue robe. The living room was a complete mess.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" Molly had to shout , he was talking loudly.

Sherlock turned and squinted. "Who asked you to come? Hudson right? "

"Sherlock, have you seen yourself in the mirror ?! How can you do this again! Look at you! Why do you do it? Do you want to die?! "

"I told you not to come back here Molly" he said approaching.

"I don't care what you say, do you think that only you suffer? You can't do this! Think of your friends! "

"I do Molly! That's what I do! Don't come to give me sermons, you don't have the authority!" He shouted in front of her face.

"I know I don't have the authority, but you can't do this! Stop now! You are out of control! Leave the gun in this moment! " She screams pointing him.

Sherlock put the gun on his desk and in a second he took Molly's face with his hands. He brings her close to his face.

"Don't come and give me orders Molly Hooper! Disappear from here, don't you understand ?! you mean nothing to me! look at you, look at you!"

"L-l-eav-v-me" said Molly with difficulty, her eyes filled with tears. The scene that happened many years ago when she confronted her ex-boyfriend with Sherlock in her sister's house came to mind.

"Get out of here, Molly!" He said without letting go, their faces were very close and she wanted to let go but couldn't.

Molly made a giant effort to talk, but she couldn't.

"Speak! You can not speak?! Speak, don't stutter Molly! "

Molly closed her eyes and sobbed, tears falling on his hands. Sherlock released her immediately, as if he had caught electric current, his eyes opened strong and he realized the damage he had done. As soon as he released her she left without looking at him.

His hands trembled, they had a path of tears about to dry. He walks around the room nervous with a hand in his mouth.

"Shit!" screams, punching the desk throwing everything that was on it to the floor

Without realizing it, Mrs. Hudson had entered the room and had the gun in her hand.

"Give me your handcuffs Sherlock, and time will let you know if Molly will forgive you for this."

John spoke with Molly a week later, all that Sherlock had done was for a case that Mary had left recorded on a CD. He explained everything in detail. She knew that Sherlock had been hospitalized and about to be killed by Culverton Smith, she didn't come to see him.

John and Mrs. Hudson told her how he was in health and luckily he was already recovering. Molly went to bed early when her cell phone vibrated.

Come to Baker –SH

Her eyes filled with tears. Again. It's the same story always. He apologizes and she forgives,was tired of these stupid games.

I want to apologize in person –SH

You apologize and I forgive, don't you? As usual? –MH

I need you here in Baker, I have your key –SH

Not this time, Sherlock –MH

January 6th arrive. The birthday of Sherlock Holmes. John went to Baker to help him with his recovery, and things between them had been solved and they could be calmer.

"Happy birthday Sherlock" greets him. "Get dressed, we'll go to a bakery near here, Molly is waiting for us with Rosie"

The detective was surprised to hear that Molly would go, he didn't see her long ago, she didn't answer his messages either, he knew that this time he had really hurt her, but even so she was going to be present on his birthday.

When they got there, Molly greeted them with a smile and Rosie was in her arms playing with her hair.

"Happy birthday Sherlock, you look horrible, anyone who beat you up did it right"

"Thanks Molly," said Sherlock, sitting down beside her. John sat next to Sherlock. Molly put Rosie in a high chair.

They spoke of cases and their things as in the old days. John got up to ask for the cake.

"How have you been?" Asked Molly, smiling briefly.

"I've been better, Molly I-" but she interrupted him.

"It's okay Sherlock, just enjoy your birthday" she said kissing Rosie's head. "I'll take revenge on you right now" said with a shy smile. A smile that Sherlock had not seen in a long time.

John came with the cake and a candle was on top of it. "Now we're singing happy birthday" Molly said loudly with a smile joining her hands.

Sherlock opened his eyes. "No way"

"Of course!" Molly said smiling. "Look, Rosie wants to sing"

"She can't even talk and -"

But Molly interrupted him and began to sing him happy birthday, John joined and Molly was tempted to see Rosie surprised to hear them sing.

Molly was going to take care of Sherlock today, they walked to Baker and once there, she threw herself in the long chair.

"Oh god, I'm full, Do you want tea?"

"Fine"

She got up and went to the kitchen. "Why do you have everything so neat?" asks from there.

"Mrs. Hudson" the detective replied.

Molly came over with his tea and Sherlock's cell phone gave a moan.

She looked at him strangely. "Years ago I didn't hear that" she laughed nervously.

"I don't…"

"It's fine Sherlock, it's nice to have someone whoever it is, think of you" she said with a brief smile.

Molly knew everything that had happened, John told her everything, she knew she couldn't get rid of Sherlock, it was too late, many years together lived, but many words to say.

Sherlock and Molly talked a lot, he told her everything that had happened, with John, with Mary.

"I have to apologize to you, I didn't want to ... scream at you that way, tell you those things I ..."

"Yes, you've hurt me, I just wanted to help you, just that, but when I hear all this, it gives me a lot of joy that you love John so much to risk this way, I'm here now because It's what friends do, even if you don't deserve it " She laughed softly.

"I also worry about you, why do you think I told you those things that day in the laundry room?"

"I don't know, maybe you wanted to be alone" She said looking down.

"You are the person that matters the most to me"

Molly looked up surprised by his words, not knowing what to say and blushed.

"He didn't mean it that way, Molly, calm down" She thought.

Sherlock finished his tea and stood up from his chair. He went to his rack and took his overcoat.

"What are you doing?" Asked Molly, surprised.

"You have no idea how lucky you are?" John's voice echoed in his head.

Sherlock approached her. "Fish and chips?"

Molly smiled ."Of course! To the same food stand as always? "

"Of course"

"Like a date?" Asked Molly, smiling.

"Definately not." Sherlock rolled his eyes but smiled.

They went down the stairs and walked towards the park, which had so many memories of them, the detective raised his arm inviting her and Molly took it smiling.

Inevitable, everything was inevitable. They will fall.