AN: Before we get started, I just want to say how priceless your reviews were on my last chapter. Some of them proper cracked me up (I'm looking at you Renaissancebooklover108 and Kathmak). I'm glad you enjoyed that one as much as I did. And so, on with the next chapter.


Dangerous

Today was a little out the ordinary for Molly. There was a new doctor in her wing of the hospital, and he had invited everyone out for dinner and drinks after his first day. It had been a while since Molly had been out to this kind of thing, so she eagerly accepted. She text Sherlock (Molly had got him a cheap pay as you go phone for easier contact) to let him know she's be back late, and went out for a very enjoyable evening. The new doctor was nice, and the restaurant he chose did great food. Molly would have to remember to come back here some time. It wasn't far from where she lived either, only about 15 minutes on foot.

It was gone 10 o'clock when Molly left. The others were staying drinking a bit longer, but Molly had never been much of a drinker. She'd had a few glasses of wine, but then stuck to water for the rest of the night. This spring was a warm one, and the night's air still held the warmth of the day, so Molly decided to walk home, rather than take a cab.

She was within sight of her apartment when she saw a rowdy bunch of men ahead of her crossing the road to her side. Probably nothing to worry about she told herself, keeping her head down and walking a bit quicker, they're probably just a nice bunch of guys on their way home from dinner like I am. She was coming up to them now, about to go past them, but almost bumped into one as he stepped in front of her.

"Excuse me" She mumbled, going to step around, but again he stepped in her way. Him and his mates laughed, and she looked up to see they had surrounded her, one in front, one to the side and one behind her. Her heart began to accelerate.

"Where's a pretty little thing like you going on a night like this, all alone?" The one in front of her asked mockingly. His friends laughed again, eyeing her hungrily.

"I just want to go home." Molly answered, trying not to sound too frightened, despite the fact she was trembling.

"Aww, isn't that sweet. Well you can go home… once we've finished with you" The one beside her said. He stepped right into her personal space. Molly took a deep breath, but didn't back away, as the only way she could move was back towards a wall, and she had no interest in getting herself pinned. Her eyes darted about, desperately trying to think of a way out.

"Not easily intimidated huh? We'll just have to do it like this then." He nodded to his mates and they each grabbed one of her arms, holding her still as she squirmed and kicked. One put a hand over her mouth as she started to yell. "Still think you can get away? Overconfident little girl, thinking you can walk the streets of London at night and nothing will happen to you. Someone needs to teach you a lesson."

He stepped closer, reaching for his pants. Molly fought harder, determined not to let this happen, but the men grasping her arms had her too tightly. Suddenly she had an idea. Using their hold on her arms as support she swung both her legs forward, kicking the man before her in the chest with both feet and all her strength. She managed to knock him clean off his feet, all the air whooshing from his lungs. She got her feet back under her just in time, as one of the others dropped her arm in surprise. She didn't waste a second, pivoting and slamming her fist into the last man's face. His head knocked back and he let go for the briefest second, but he recovered quickly, grabbing her again and slamming her into the wall.

"Nice try girly, but you're going to regret it." He told her, slamming her back into the wall again as she struggled. The others crowded around, the one she had kicked already back on his feet and looking angry.

"Leave her alone" A voice spoke out of the shadows, a deep, articulate and ice cold voice, that despite its threatening tone, Molly couldn't be more glad to hear. The men holding her turned to look, and through the small gap their movement created, Molly could see him, wearing one of the hoodies she had bought him, the hood up casting shadow on his emotionless face.

"And what if we don't?" The man she had kicked replied cockily, reaching for her breast to make a point.

It never made contact; Sherlock knocked the man out in one swift blow to the temple, for even daring to think it. Emotionless mask having not so much as flickered in his attack, he now raised one eyebrow in challenge to the other men. Without hesitation they let go of Molly, launching themselves at Sherlock.

Sherlock had been in fights before. Usually he preferred one on one, but he could handle a group as well. Of course Molly had no idea what he was capable of, and feared for him, grabbing the arm of the one who had been holding her, and attempting to hold him back from attacking Sherlock.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll be back for you" he said, harshly shoving her off him and to the ground, causing her to hit her head on the concrete. The man turned back to the fight and was met by Sherlock's fist. Another precision strike that immediately floored the man.

Licking the blood from a split lip he had earned in the fight, Sherlock looked down at the man in disgust. Molly was shocked by the violence in his cold stare, which suggested he'd like to do a lot more to punish these men. Molly had always known there was an aspect of darkness to Sherlock, but she'd never before realised how dangerous he could be. She was all at once terrified, thrilled and comforted by it. It all passed in a moment though, as Sherlock decided he had a higher priority than the men he had taken down. He turned to Molly, holding his hand out to her to help her up.

"I…I'm fine" She stuttered as he pulled her to his feet.

"No you're not." Sherlock replied firmly, his voice even deeper than normal and brooking no argument. He put a protective arm around her and walked her home.