Chapter 11 is here folks! Hope you enjoy it. Sherlock is really hard to write. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters, but I do own my own.

Chapter 11 – Questions he can't answer

For the first time in his life, Sherlock was confused. And the cause of the confusion was boring little Molly Hooper, who didn't seem that boring anymore. She intrigued him at the same time as she confused him.

Throughout the rest of the night he kept on pacing back and forth on his spot, sometimes glancing towards his bedroom door. There were moments when he found himself standing right outside of it only to shake his head violently and walking back to his spot where he continued his pacing.

He needed to come to terms with the feelings that Molly was awakening in him.

"Feelings! BAH! Don't be ridiculous!" He said to himself.

Sherlock Holmes didn't have feelings. They were a waste of time. So why did he have the urge to walk in to that bedroom and…

"And what?!" He exclaimed in to the empty living room.

He needed to think about something else. Anything else but Molly.

"The case!" He said out loud to himself. "Ah yes! The case!"

But that got him nowhere as he realized that Molly WAS the case. She had a connection to the drug lord Tucker McCreary and the Middle Eastern man. He just couldn't figure out how she was connected to them. Nothing in Molly's past gave him any indications of being slightly questionable. Her record was spotless like her degree in pathology. Everything about her seemed…clean.

Sherlock picked up his cell phone and typed in a number. Four signals went through before a very irritated Mycroft Holmes answered.

"It's 4 in the morning, what can you possibly want at this hour?"

"I need you to do a background check for me."

"Then call your inspector friend at Scotland Yard! I do not have time for your petty crime solving."

"Oh someone just woke up on the wrong side of the kitty box I hear. Brother dear, if I thought that my inspector friend could help me I would have called him. I need someone high up with access to MI6 database and that's you. Will you do this for me or not?"

"Fine. But then YOU have to take mommy and daddy out for dinner when they come to town next time."

"Fine!"

"Give me the name of who you want investigated."

"Molly Hooper. And it needs to be thorough!"

After hanging up, Sherlock stared out his favorite window wondering if he had done the right thing. He had never doubted his judgment like that before. Not when it came to Molly. She was like an open book to him. But when he had thought that he had her figured out, like everybody else, she surprised him by doing something that was so not like her at all. So maybe he had everything wrong about everybody? No, not possible. It was just Molly that seemed to have the audacity to change and throw everything he knew about her out the window. Why would she do that? Did she enjoy making him confused? This was the reason he didn't care for feelings. It raised more questions than anything else he had ever encountered.

This was driving him mad. Why was she insisting on leaving Baker Street when there was someone out there who obviously wanted to kill her? Why didn't she show any sign of fear? She should be terrified. The Molly he had known for a long time should be terrified. She was smart so there was no way she didn't understand what was going on. And why did she have a gun?

Sherlock picked it up from under John's chair, where he had put it out of sight. He examined it carefully. It was a semi-automatic Glock 17 pistol, favored by the Austrian police and military since the 1980's. This one seemed to be at least 15 years old and someone had scraped of the serial number on it to make identification of the owner harder. Although the scraping had been done not so long as 8 to 10 years ago, right after the last time it was used. It hadn't been cleaned in quite some time and it seemed like it hadn't seen the light of day either for the same amount of time.

Was Molly the original owner of the gun or had she gotten it from someone? Why would she need a gun at all?

All these unanswered questions gave him a head ache. Molly wasn't a criminal mastermind who had been hiding right under his nose. But something wasn't right. She was hiding something from him and he intended on finding out what. If John hadn't interrupted them earlier Sherlock would have dragged the truth out of Molly. Now he needed to find some other way to do that.

She was in danger. There was no doubt that she was. She needed protection and he was going to protect her. He owed her that after all she had done for him. But he also intended to shake her up and make her tell him what she was hiding. Now, how was he going to do that without these unnecessary feelings, he had for her popping up at inconvenient hours of the day, coming in the way of everything?

So what do you think? I found it really hard writing Sherlock's feelings down like this. I feel that he needs to struggle with the feelings he's having and at the same time try to stay as close as possible to the person he is. That is why I made him call Mycroft to do that thorough background check on Molly. But time will tell if the background check will pay out or raise more questions than answers.