This bit is from John's POV because I had an idea and didn't feel like writing a whole fanfic if it fit here Please Read Review Favorite and Follow.
John watched Sherlock pacing the room nervously waiting for the party. Both their minds had hardly left the pathologist.
John couldn't help thinking about the fall and how Molly took his abuse when he found out she knew and hadn't told him...
"Hey John." Molly said cheerfully as she saw him enter the lab out of the corner of her eye. She was finishing up her shift and getting ready to leave. "I was just heading out. Want to get a coffee?" She asked and turned to face him. Her smile dropped as she saw his look of anger.
"You bitch." John hissed standing in the door way practically vibrating with anger.
"I'll take that as a no." Molly muttered and sighed. "John I'm sorry." She whispered softly.
"No! Sorry isn't enough! You knew how much pain I was in and you didn't tell me!" John shouted with a bit of a smile on his lips he only got when he was seriously pissed.
"John I know it's not enough, but let me ask you to please do something for me." Molly added softly surprisingly confident.
"What?" John asked seeing the slight desperation in her eyes and giving in.
"Don't blame this on Sherlock. He was just trying to save you. There were guns on you, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. Jim targeted all the people who mean something to him. You could expect something like this from him. Not from me. I should have told you. I don't ask for your forgiveness. Nor do I deserve it. I ask you forgive Sherlock because he needs you, and even now he won't admit it, but John you didn't see him when he came to my flat broken and bruised, I'd fix him up, and he'd go nearly get himself killed again. When he was having nightmares or practically delusional he'd always call out your name. Your rejection is killing him. Please give him another chance." Molly finished and was surprised to see John's face soften.
"Why?" He asked softly. "I come in here ready to scream at you and say every mean thing I can think of at you and you..." Here he paused to think about what she did. "You put everyone else above yourself." John was staring at her confused.
"That's because you are all above me. I don't matter." Molly muttered softly.
John looked at her and felt all his anger leave him. "Molly you matter." John responded softly.
"Not to him." Molly sighed. "He told me I did once, but it was only because he wanted something." Molly paused then started again. "You matter John. I haven't seen him in a month and I was worried sick until Mary told me he was back. He hasn't visited or texted, because all I am to him is a pawn. John you mean the world to him. I tried for years to be his friend, but you come along and are best friends in a couple of days. He needs you."
John's memory was interrupted by a sudden thought. If Sherlock failed and Molly died she would die thinking he didn't matter and he refused that to happen.
"Sherlock?" John asked softly trying to see if his friend would respond.
"What?" Sherlock snapped.
John put his hands up in defensive manner. "I just want to do more. Can I wait with Lestrade's men?" John asked softly.
"No I need you here." Sherlock stated
"Why could you need me here?" John asked Sherlock.
"I want you in Mycroft's car." Sherlock explained. "I need you there because it's our getaway car and if Molly's hurt I want you safe to take care of her."
John nodded "Alright. Let's go."