Here is chapter 10! Ahh! Thanks goes out to amirizar2003, thatweasleygirl27, magicstrikes, and the guest Lia! Lia if you are reading this, your review was the nicest thing ever! Loves you! Enjoy!

Sherlock's POV

I looked into the room and saw someone who hardly looked like Molly Hooper. Her nose was broken, her lip cut, her right eye swollen shut, nicks on her neck, and something engraved into her arm, I couldn't tell what was written on her. Bruises had already started forming on her face turning a ghastly purple, green, and black. Most of the bruises were on the left side of her face and I bet Moriarty thought it complemented her swollen eye nicely. How could I let this happen to her? She was never meant to count, but I counted her anyways and now she is going to be beaten to death by her ex-boyfriend.

I can't believe this is happening. I wish this was all a dream and I would wake up on Molly's couch. She would be up already making me coffee and I would walk over and sit down at her small island counter top. She would sit down next to me and hand me my coffee while she sipped hers. Our elbows and knees would be touching the entire time and we wouldn't even notice. She would have her hair in a messy ponytail and would be smiling non-stop. The corners of her mouth would never once dip down to a frown and she would look at me wistfully as I chattered on and on as to how bored I was in her tiny flat. She would promise to bring me some body parts from the morgue. She would get ready for work and to my surprise, she leaned down and kissed me. I pondered as to why I would think about her doing that. When she pulled away and I opened my eyes, bruises started to form on her face and she screamed at me, "Sherlock! How could you do this to me?"

I broke out of my daydream that only lasted a couple of seconds and I looked back up into her eyes-well her eye.

"Molly?" I screamed and punched at the glass. Tears had started to stream down my face and I hadn't even noticed and I didn't even care that Moriarty was watching me, laughing to himself softy.

"Sh-Sherlock," she said in a low, scared voice.

I looked over at Moriarty who was leaning against the door, "How could you do this to her? You sick bastard! I am going to kill you!"

"How are you going to do that? That glass is two inches thick and you have nothing in that room that can even begin to help you escape. There's a guard at your door and will shoot you if you escape. For someone who is supposed to be brilliant, you are rather stupid."

"I don't care what I have to do. I will kill you, no matter what it takes."

"Oooh! Suspenseful!"

Something caught my eye and I looked over to Molly just in time to see a drop of blood drip onto the ground and into a pool of blood that was getting bigger by the minute. Moriarty noticed and walked over to her side. I immediately tensed up and waited to see what he was going to do to her next.

He looked back up to me, "Were you wondering what this said? Here let me help you," he wiped his hand roughly down Molly's arm and she screamed.

The letters I-O-U were carved into her skin by a knife. Another tear ran down my face when I heard Molly scream in pain. Moriarty walked over to a cart that had utensils used for torture on it and wiped his bloody hands off. He threw the towel back down onto the cart and kicked the cart with his foot. It rammed into the wall. Molly gasped.

"Moriarty," I said, my voice strong and unfaltered, "Let her go. She has done nothing to you. Just let her go, please. She's been through enough. Just torture me. You don't have to do this to her anymore. She doesn't deserve any of this."

Moriarty laughed and picked up an already bloody scalpel.

He walked behind Molly and squatted behind her. He pulled her hair down crudely so her face was right next to his. He kissed her neck where the blood was still trailing down her neck. He looked back at me with bloody lips and smiled inhumanly. He licked his lips and returned his gaze back to Molly. He laughed cruelly and made a fresh cut in her neck. She squealed in pain and he started laughing again. He stood up and dropped the scalpel on the cart and it hung off the side slightly. He wiped away at his lips with the sleeve of his suit.

"Jim, plea-"

"Oh, Molly," he leaned down and whispered in her ear, barely audible for me to hear, "It will be over soon."

He crouched down and unlatched her left wrist. What is he doing? Is he letting her go?

The second Molly's wrist was free, she punched Moriarty square in the face right where he had probably done to her, before I got here. He faltered back and reached up to his broken and bleeding nose.

"Stupid girl!" he grabbed the cloth off of the cart and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Molly struggled in her chair and tried reaching for the scalpel that was hanging off the side of the cart. She knocked it onto the ground and grabbed it. Moriarty was about to step on her hand but Molly turned it up right before Moriarty could stop himself. The scalpel went straight through his shoe and pushed out through the top. He cried in pain and dropped the rag on the ground. He grabbed at his foot, the scalpel still protruding from both ends. Molly let out a low, small laugh and a smile played across her face. That's my brave girl.

Moriarty pulled the scalpel out of his foot and grunted painfully. He threw it behind him onto the ground with a clatter.

"You're going to pay for that, you daft girl."

Molly stopped smiling and the fear rose in her eyes once again. He hobbled over to Molly making sure he didn't put too much weight on his right foot. He walked in front of the window, taking the long way around to make sure Molly didn't try something again. He grabbed Molly's loose arm and twisted it behind her back.

"Please, Moriarty. Don't hurt her."

He paid no attention to my plea and Molly let out a painful grunt as he twisted it even more. She screamed loudly and agonizingly as he twisted it even farther and broke her arm. Tears started to stream down her face and he let go of her arm. Her arm fell to her side limply and hit the side of her chair causing Molly to scream even louder. I didn't notice and neither did Molly but another tear streamed down my face as I saw her cry and scream.

The song Stayin' Alive came on and my eyes darted over to Moriarty. He rolled his eyes as he picked up his phone. He favored his left foot as he talked.

"What do you want? I'm in the middle of something!- Say that again!- How could you let this happen?-How far away are they?- Damn it!" he yelled and closed his phone and roughly shoved it back in his pocket.

He sighed heavily and walked over to the window. He stopped right in front of me, "It looks like your stupid brother got suspicious and sent one of his teams for you. How incredibly touching!" he said sarcastically, "Looks like I'll be going now."

"If you come after Molly again, I will kill you."

A flicker of something ran across Moriarty's eyes. Fear? Amusment? I assumed it was the latter. He laughed again not as loud or as menacing as before and he hobbled back over to Molly. He leaned down and kissed her left check, right on top of a bruise. She gave him a disgusted look and he backed away from her. He looked over to me and gave me a small smile.

"Catch you later, Sherlock."

"No you won't."

He walked out and closed the door quietly behind him and I could hear his uneven footsteps. As they faded away, I looked back to Molly.

"I'm coming to get you, Molly." I ran over to my door and looked out the small window. The guard was gone. I backed up and kicked at the door over and over again. I thought about leaving Molly and running after Moriarty. I could definitely chase him and stop him due to his foot injury. The idea escaped my mind immediately and I was surprised I even thought about leaving her like that.

I kicked my door one last time and it broke off. I walked out and looked around to make sure none of Moriarty's men were standing near. There was no one there but I saw a door close on the other side of the warehouse. It was a door that led up to the roof. I ran the short way to Molly's room and I opened the door and kneeled in front of her just like I did when Mrs. Hudson was attacked. I took her face in my hands making sure not to touch any of her bruises.

"Molly, did he-"

"No," she said and sobbed silently. I carefully rubbed my thumbs on her checks, wiping away at her freshly fallen tears.

I made her look back up at me and I gave her a weak smile, "I'm so glad you're alive."

She smiled weakly back at me. We both stayed there for a couple of seconds staring into each other's eyes, thankful that the other was alive and together after all that's happened. I snapped back into reality and I slowly removed my hands from her face. I looked away from her as I unlatched her ankles and finally her wrist. I carefully grabbed her broken arm and laid it across her lap. She let out a sharp hiss of pain and I gave her a curt sorry.

I stood up and put my arm under her legs and on the small of her back and lifted her out of her chair. She was surprisingly light and easy to carry.

"Sherlock, I can walk."

"Yes but I doubt you can even see where you're going," I said hesitantly making sure I didn't upset her. She's already been through enough.

"Oh, yeah…"

She put her good arm around my neck and I carried her out of the room making sure not to bump her head on the door. It was only a matter of seconds before the warehouse door opened and a swat team came in. They lowered their rifles at us and I yelled at them, "He's headed to the roof!"

All of them ran across the warehouse and up the stairs. A young woman paramedic motioned for us to follow her. We walked out of the warehouse and I slowly lowered Molly onto a stretcher. They started to wheel her away and stopped when Molly screamed to me, "Sherlock, don't leave me, please."

"I wasn't going to," I gave her a small smile and climbed in after her. I sat down on her right side so I could hold her hand. I don't even know why I did but it made her less tense and scared and she squeezed my hand back. I never took my eyes off of her and she would glance at me occasionally and give me a weary smile. I moved my thumb over her knuckles in a soothing motion. She looked over at our hands and she smiled up at me. I knew it made her face hurt to smile but she didn't care.

The paramedic laughed and I looked up at her annoyingly, "Problem?"

The paramedic looked up at me with a somewhat scared look on her face, "Oh, no. Sorry. You two just make a very lovely couple is all. You two seem to care for each other a lot."

"Oh, no we're not-" Molly started but I cut her off.

We're not a couple but yes we do care for each other." I was shocked at what I said but it was the truth, wasn't it? I gave her a small smile.

"Oh sorry."

"It's quite alright," I said and looked back down at Molly who had been staring at me the whole time. I rubbed her knuckles with my thumb again and she smiled and looked away blushing. What a silly woman she was. She's my silly, brave, intelligent, Molly Hooper and not even Moriarty will be able to take her away from me ever again.

BOOM! Rainbows! I know i'm an awful person for making Molly going through all of this stuff! That's right foot of Moriarty! EAT THAT SCALPEL! If anyone caught the little reference to a previous conversation in one of the episodes, I will reward you with a cookie. This is realllly long and took me even longer to write! Please review! Updates are coming soon! Ttyl love ya!

~avatardsherlockian