This one is a odd one I just thought of out of the blue. A bunch of women fitting Molly's description start to go missing. Sherlock thinks it is a message for him.

Sherlock looked over the papers of the day, the now missing women count was up by another 2 just from yesterdays number. That is a marvelous jump, and Sherlock should be jumping for joy that it meant that he would now be asked to be on the case.

But he knew different. These women going missing. The first couple had gone missing from hospitals, brown hair, small women, doctors never nurses.

Then it changed. It was women in Sherlocks neighborhood. Within a 5 block radius.

He knew what was happening.

Someone was sending him a message. Wanting to challenge him. While the people of London and the new Scotland yard saw that the man had a type. Skinny brunettes that are also below 5'4''.

Molly Hooper fit the targeted women.

And Sherlock, who had recently made Molly move into Baker Street. He had noticed that the women who had gone missing from hospitals before, and he had demanded that she move in so he knew when and where she was the entire time. Making sure that she didn't go missing either.

And now Greg was here. Asking for help on the case, expecting him to leave Molly on her one day off. Not a chance. He even told Lestrade so when he made it up the stairs. if they wanted his help, they had to bring everything to him.

"Sherlock, I am fine-"

"You are 4 months pregnant Molly. You aren't going to work anymore. You aren't staying here alone-"

"Sherlock! I am fine. I will lock the doors, keep my phone in hand. Call you at a moments notice." Molly told him, running her hand over her slightly swollen midsection.

"No."

"Oh come on Freak, I will stay with her." Sally Donovan had the courage to speak, unaware that Sherlock was in no mood to be called names or teased in anyway.

"You listen here. I am not leaving. You can call me every name in the book. You can pretend that you are a cop that can protect the queen, but that is my girl friend, with my child inside her. You think I don't see the signs this man was giving off?"

"I didn't mean-"

"What signs?" John asked, cutting over Sally's poor attempt to apologize on some level.

"The women taken from hospitals. Do you think it was a coincidence that it was only doctors who were taken. Two in civilian clothes, none of them in their white coats. Who is a doctor with the same build... normally?" Sherlock asked the room and scoffing when Molly moved to take a seat in his old chair. "And where were the others taken? Within a 5 block radius of this flat. You all are incompetent." He told the two inspectors.

"Oh Molly dear, it will be alright." He heard Mrs. Hudson comforting Molly and he turned to look at her now. She was paler than usual, both hands now over their child in her womb and he moved back towards the window.

"I will see about getting you everything we have, if not, I will take as many pictures as I can." Lestrade told him before he nodded his way out.

"Sherlock?" He was actually surprised at the tone in Donovan's voice. "I know that I pick on you. I know that I have never once made your days or your work any easier. But this case. These women... they can be saved if you work this out. I am not the best investigator, but I do know how to shoot someone and listen for problems. I can protect Molly. Go and get this bastard taking women. That is the only time Molly will be safe. We both know it." Sally told him, making him hate that she was right. If he left Molly in her care, even for an hour, it might just be enough to get this guy before he makes his final move. But what if that move happens today?

"Sherlock... please go. I can't stand to think all those woman are out there waiting for their rescue, and all of their loved ones need answers." Molly called to him. He went to her, taking her cheek in one hand while the other drifted down to her belly and he gave it a few rubs.

"You will stay here. You will not leave unless Donovan has direct orders that you have heard." He told her and she nodded and kissed his nose.

"I promise."

After he left her for the first time, things just stopped. Nothing happened for three weeks. Not until Molly was alone at work and some random man walked into the morgue, held her at gunpoint until she was out of the hospital, made her drive, and she never came home.

Sherlock was pinging her phone, going through camera feeds for any resemblance. The man had worn booties so he never left behind evidence of where he had been, he got into the car with them on so he didn't leave them at the crime scene. Sherlock was pacing back and forth, Rosie and John had moved into Baker street so they as well didn't become targets, and Lestrade had people out looking in the far reaches of the country. As did Sherlock. He had his entire homeless network searching for anyone who knew anything.

They had tracked the car Molly had been forced to drive to an abandoned lot, obvious signs they had picked up a new car, but the lot didn't have any security, and it didn't seem like Molly had been the one driving away because no camera in a 5km radius picked up her face when they got back towards people, which Sherlock meant that the man had taken over driving and put Molly out of sight.

Every day that passed with no news, one of the women was found dead. Each of them, shot in the stomach, shot in the head, and the heart. It was an overkill, one that Sherlock knew was also a message.

They put the man's photo out to the press. Needing any leads they could get because this man was just that good at hiding his tracks, keeping his face down and covered from all cameras, and they didn't even have a name for the face.

It wasn't until a man, tall lanky, and too familiar came to Baker street did they get an actual lead.

Tom... the old Fiancé, meat dagger... he had heard about it on his way back into the country after going abroad for a while. He hadn't been reading up on England's news, but as soon as he heard it had been Molly who had been taken he had done some research, and he came with Sherlock with the answer.

"I know who he is Sherlock." Tom was out of breath as he got to the top of the stairs. He bent low to catch his breath and Sherlock had just turned to him, eyes narrowed and waiting. "When you were 'dead' or whatever I took Molly on holiday, we went to New Castle. She had made us stop at this little pub and this man, he was there. He had told her about how she looked like his wife, and how she was smart and he was basically flirting with her and I just thought nothing of it because he was a drunk. Well, he then offered his old cottage for us. He thought we had just been married since I had just proposed-"

"Get to the point. What did he do?"

"How do you know he did something?" John asked Sherlock but he just sent John a 'shut up' look and focused back on Tom.

"He lived in the basement of the cottage, the entire time we were there. We had through it was his spare house or something like that, we didn't know he was there the entire time. He had these places where he could see through, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, everywhere."

"And what did you do?" Sherlock asked and Tom sighed.

"I called the cops, but they said that it was his property and that just because we were young we assumed he was a pervert. He had lived in the community a long time. They thought we were just being paranoid so they did nothing. Molly and I left the same day we found out, but he had called her Georgina. Even as we packed and he roamed the house he said that he didn't want her to leave. That she had to stay. Thankfully the cops told him that if we wanted to go we both were free to go." Tom explained a little more about how they had saw old cut up pictures of a woman, who yes had looked like Molly laying all around the house, and at the time it was like they were just appearing and stacking up.

But he was trying to keep Molly there.

This wasn't about Sherlock. It was about her.

"How come he would come after her now?" John asked in a low voice as Tom moved to sit down.

"Because she is getting married... to me." Sherlock told him and John still didn't completely understand. "It was all through the papers. He must have seen one. He might have through that Tom and I looked alike,, but he knew that Tom and I were not the same person, in his mind, Molly left him, and still never went back for him.

"You remember where this cottage is?" John asked Tom as Sherlock started to type away on his mobile.

"Of course. I had it reported and everything on a site." Tom nodded and Sherlock snapped his fingers.

"Send me the address, talk to Sally Donovan at Scotland Yard, Lestrade is going to meet us there. Let's bring Rosie down to Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock was already up, getting a small bag he had prepared for Molly incase they found her. Things to comfort her. He had a couple bags of tea that were her favorite. He had her favorite PJ's and jumper. He had new shoes and socks. He was prepared, and he did it knowing she would want a change of clothes, or need one. He rushed down the stairs with John just behind him. He put his scarf through the loop, slid on his Belfast and made his way out the door.

Mrs. Hudson had given him the keys to the car in case he needed to get somewhere to get Molly, and he was going to drive the damn thing, maybe put the bastard in the boot like she had done him once upon a time.

"I love this car." John whispered as he got in and Sherlock put the bag at his feet.

"You better have your gun." Sherlock told him as he started it and peeled out of the parking spot.

They did the long drive to New Castle. All 6 and a half hours were killing him wondering what would happen if he found out they were on their way. What that man would do if they barged in. If they were even still at the cottage.

The man had killed and kidnaped enough women for Sherlock to realize that not all of them fit in the cottage. The man had to have a place he was keeping them away from his home. And he had to find that place first. If Molly were there, and the man didn't want anyone else to have her... he would do nothing to help.

Sherlock drove, making the 6 hours turn more into 4 and 45 minutes.

They had the address by the time they got to the neighborhood. Sherlock parked behind another dirty car and John got out with the gun drawn and at his side.

"No kill shots. No matter what. He can't have held all the women here. There were too many." Sherlock advised and John nodded.

They got to the cottage, seeming no one home, and Sherlock picked the lock. Silently, he pushed open the door and thankfully hadn't stood up. Molly swung a pot, making contact with the door and dropped it letting both Sherlock and John know it was a very hot pan.

"Its you." She whispered and while she tried to move to hug him her foot seemed caught and Sherlock's eyes caught the chain on her ankle. He moved closer, picking her up slightly and moving back as she hugged him tight.

"He's not here is he?"

"You think I would have tried to hit you with a hot pan if he had been here?" Molly asked him and he tapped her nose and moved in to her space, kissing her nose, her eyes, her cheeks. She had been crying and unable to wipe her face since it looked so dirty.

"John go get the bag from the car." Sherlock told him and moved to pull her into the room where the chain led. Of course it was the kitchen. There was a small cot outside the door where she must have been laying, and he looked at the lock holding her captive and knew why she couldn't break it. There was hardly anyway to gain leverage enough to break it.

"He took all my bobby pins and anything small enough-"

"You don't have to explain why you couldn't get out of this Molly. I knew you tried." He could see the little scratches, the wearing of the chain hear her ankle as well. "I will pick it." He told her and first he moved to the part holding her ankle captive. She was free within a minute and she backed away from it, rubbing her ankle that was bruised and she jumped hard when John came back inside with her bag.

"What is it?" She asked as she took it from him.

"I thought of some things while we were waiting for a lead you would want. Extra clothes, your soaps, your tooth brush, shoes and socks-" Molly, who was now standing rushed into Sherlock's arms and hugged him tight.

"Can you just get me out of here?" She asked him and John nodded before moving his way out. Sherlock lifted her as they got to the door so she didn't walk out barefoot on the gravel.

"Go and knock on a neighbors door John." He heard the sirens as they got to the other house. the woman next door had taken Molly in and as Sherlock kept the door open and John flagged down the men in Uniform, he made sure Molly was okay.

The woman who lived there made Molly her tea, offered her food and blankets. She let Molly wash up in the shower, only after Sherlock made sure that nothing sexual had happened to her and she wouldn't wash away evidence.

Mycroft was a helicopter ride up, Lestrade with him, and while they took over the case, they also asked of the men from Newcastle to just stake out the place, one man inside, the others behind the bushes or in the back yard. The lights and sirens had gone and as night fell Sherlock had intruded on the woman's home next door. Mycroft offering a large supply of money for the womans help.

Molly was sleeping against Sherlock, her hold on his Belfast tight like she wasn't sure she wanted to sleep without being able to wake up and feel and know exactly where she was. Sherlock held her, despite wanting to be able to watch when that man came back and got arrested. He wanted to watch that man be given to Mycroft and he wanted to watch the dear in his eyes as Mycroft did what was in his power to do to know the knowledge of all the women.

But Sherlock has learned. He knew that he had to stay beside Molly, that he would get his turn with that man.

Besides, John was going to be helping Mycroft with the interrogation.

There was enough trust in John to do exactly what Sherlock wanted to do.

Molly and the other women were more important.

"How did you get the lead to find me?" Molly asked the next morning when they were on their way home in the Aston Martin.

"Meat Dagger."

"Tom? Last I heard he was in Spain-"

"He found out that you were the one taken... he saw the man we had pictures of. He came right to Baker Street, might have run all the way from Heathrow. He told us where the cottage was. What the man had done and how the police had done nothing. We came up here right away."

"Very kind of him."

"You might not be with him anymore Molly, but he still has a high moral compass. He wouldn't just let you be taken. Neither would I if you were to leave me."

"Leave you? Why would I leave you Sherlock? I love you." She told him and saw worry flash across his face as he kept driving.

"Because I wasn't there to stop him taking you." Sherlock said and didn't look towards her.

"Sherlock. I was at work. Of course you weren't there." She grabbed his hand, taking it in hers and she saw his ring on her finger and she rubbed it. "I am marrying you. I am having our child. I knew you would come for me. I trusted that you would. Not like you could just cancel me out." She teased and he sighed.

"Don't make jokes Molly. If Tom had been away from another 4 months you would have had that baby in that house."

"You said you secretly liked my jokes." She whispered and he raised her hand, kissing the back of it before looking over at her.

"Not about your life I don't." He whispered back and he felt her hand tighten on his. "I love you too much Molly Hooper. I couldn't lose you too."

"Oh Sherlock." She whispered and she pulled his hand to her stomach, letting him calm down like he had done the day before. He caressed the bump, rubbing his warm hand back and forth, calming the swirling she felt inside and she leaned on his arm gently as he did it. Eventually falling asleep and he drove safer and slower back to London.

Helping her up the stairs and into the flat.

Mrs. Hudson had made their dinner and given Molly some tea and cuddled her right into the couch as Sherlock calmed Rosie down. She wanted her dad but Sherlock had to explain that he was with a bad man and getting answers. "But Molly is here. Why don't you go give her a cuddle too." He knew that she had missed Molly, and that her nap time was fast approaching so he let to two women nap as Mrs. Hudson took all the dishes downstairs.

Sherlock made contact with Mycroft, only getting a 'got them' in reply.

He laid in bed that night, Molly sleeping on her back, him between her legs and simply rubbing over her belly making sure everything felt right. They had an appointment tomorrow for a full scale exam and he didn't want one degree of bad news.

Molly woke him up the next morning pushing on his curls, needing to use the bathroom. He let her up, got ready for the appointment and made sure to be extra careful for the rest of her pregnancy.

The women that hadn't been killed yet were all accounted for. The man put in prison on a special island Sherlock frequented a lot now that he and Eurus had started to speak. They had many meetings, not all of them polite. But all of them ended with the man knowing Sherlock got to keep his Molly, and he was going to rot in there for the rest of his days.