Hey guys! This is a little-well a lot-shorter than other chapters but this is way beyond schedule and I was just feeling my feely feels. You know those feelings? Those feely feels? Those feely feels that feel...feely? Anyways this was just kinda a filler a bit so yeah. Enjoy and please review! :)

Sherlock's POV

Molly had been gone two hours. I thought I was going insane. I tried to straighten out some shelves in my mind palace but I kept finding myself wandering in the hallway with nothing to do. I couldn't stop thinking about Molly being all alone on the streets right now. I would've followed her but that would be too risky. I resorted to planting a bug on the lapel of her coat. Not to her knowledge. I had heard everything. Molly was a great actress. I didn't expect her to cry but I also didn't expect John to almost cry as well. John. The bravery of the soldier. I never imagined that he would cry over me. Almost. I could tell by his voice that he was certainly depressed. He was probably seeing his therapist again. I wasn't surprised that Lestrade was fired because he had used my assistance. I felt somewhat…bad about it. I wouldn't say that Lestrade and I are close but I have a decent amount of respect for him. I made a mental note to make sure he got his job back when I return. With a raise. I can't imagine Sally as head detective inspector seeing as she would be the one to take his job if he was let go.

The horrible images of Sally being in charge ran through my mind and made me want to run away. With perfect timing, I was woken out of my mind palace anyways, to the sound of the front door opening and closing. My eyes darted open and I listened carefully to the sound of the person's shoes scuffling across the floor. Molly. She stopped to take off her shoes and coat and had already started walking into the living room. She set a large file on the coffee table in front of me and I sat up and made room for her to sit next to me.

"Hey Sherlock," she said giving me a weak smile.

She sat down next to me and let her head rest on my shoulder. I moved my arm wrapping it around her shoulders and she almost immediately snuggled closer to me, her head resting on my chest and my arm now wrapped around her waist.

"Are you alright? You are upset about something. What is it? Your eyes are a bit red and your eyelids are a bit puffy. Have you been crying? Why have you been crying?"

"You should have seen him. He had dark circles under his eyes and it looked like he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a week. His eyes were also bloodshot and he's using his cane again. He looked a little bit thinner. Not like he was starving but like he was too broken to be able to make himself something much less eat it. It breaks my heart, Sherlock. It just…"

Her voice trailed off as she started to silently sob. She rested her hand on my opposite shoulder as I kissed her hair. I moved my hand from her waist to her back and slowly rubbed back and forth. After several minutes her sobs became nonexistent and she wiped at the tears that managed to fall down her cheek.

"I know everything."

"Yes and?" she asked with a scoff.

"No. I know everything that he said."

She slowly looked up at me with a confused look on her face, "What do you mean? You weren't even there."

"I planted a bug under the lapel of your coat. I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to hear him for myself. Hear what he had to say of course," I added quickly.

Somewhere deep down inside of me, I wanted to hear John's voice again. I would never say it out loud but it was the truth.

Molly giggled slightly before putting her hand back up to her mouth to silence it.

"What's so funny?"

"I know you planted a bug on my coat. I figured you would do as much and it really wasn't that hard to spot. Step up your game, Sherly."

"Don't call me Sherly."

"You don't like that, eh? Definitely using that more often," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Molly…" I said in a warning tone.

"Oh alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist. I won't call you Sherly."

"Promise?"

"Promise…but…there's only one way to seal a deal as serious as this."

"A…pinky promise?" I hesitantly guessed.

"No. Something much stronger than that. Something like this," she said with a flirtatious smile.

Molly ran her hand up the side of my shoulder and rested it on the back of my neck. She moved closer to me and pushed slightly on my neck bringing my lips down to hers, the taste of coffee roaming on her lips. I brought my hand up to her face tucking her hair away behind her ear and bringing my hand back down to rest on her cheek.

She set her hand on top of mine and entwined her fingers around my long skinny ones. She slowly pulled away leaving a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"We need to get to work as soon as possible. I don't want to have to see John like that again."

"But-"

"Sherlock…"

"Fine."

I leaned forward and grabbed the gigantic file on the coffee table. Molly scooted away from me and sat at the other end of the couch.

"What's wrong?"

"Mycroft said I'm not supposed to look at that. 'Your eyes only' he said."

I was disgusted by the mere mentioning of my brother's name but stopped rolling my eyes as I remembered everything he's helped me with. He is going to hold this over me til the day he dies.

I shook away my thoughts and returned my gaze to the file. I shed it of the large rubber band and opened it. I traced my finger down the page for a couple of seconds before I flipped to the next page and started at the top again. I occasionally stopped to glance at a picture and whenever I did so I noticed Molly would shift in her seat. Curiosity was getting the best of her and I decided that I got the gist of it. Closing the file and placing it back on the coffee table I decided to enter my mind palace to try to figure out a logical plan that would be most effective. Realizing that the couch was also being used by Molly I shrugged and laid down anyways. I placed my head on Molly's lap and put my hands under my chin in a prayer like position and closed my eyes. While my head had made contact with her legs, Molly let out a shriek of astonishment.

"S-sorry Sherlock. Do you want me to move?"

"No do you want me to move?" I asked looking up at her with one eye closed and the other eye open.

"No."

"Settled then."

I closed my eyes again and shifted a bit to get comfortable. I crossed my legs that dangled over the couch and found that it was quite comfortable. I also came to the conclusion that it was easier to enter and exit my mind palace in this position. I could feel a hand in my hair stroking the curls and messaging my scalp. It made my heart rate come to a steady pace as I became more focused and ready to think of a plan. I was in complete bliss when I was interrupted by Molly's question.

"Sherlock?"

I merely hummed in response hoping that we wouldn't have a tedious conversation seeing that I was as focused as I've ever been in years.

"What's in that folder? Who's that folder about?"

Two simple words. Who would've known that two words would make someone who knew his name and what he does scared? Make someone want to move to another country or continent just to feel safe? Two. Simple. Words.

"Sebastian Moran."

BOOM! I'd say that's a cliffhanger! Is it? Do you think it's a cliffhanger? Because I think it's a cliffhanger. What do you think? Because that's what I think. Haha I'm just messing with ya a bit ;) Please review! The review button is having a BBQ...