I don't own Sherlock! The title is gotten from the song 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri

Molly slowly became aware of a thudding noise. It was oddly soothing. She snuggled closer to the sound, becoming aware of a hand carding through her hair.

'Good morning.' He said in his deep sinful voice. Molly shifted her position and she felt him twitch against her thigh. 'I wouldn't advise that if I were you. Your body's still recovering.' Molly blushed and she looked up at Sherlock. A slight smile graced his lips and he leaned forward to kiss her head.

'How long have you been awake?' She asked. 'Three hours, twenty minutes, thirty four seconds. Thirty five. Thirty six…'Molly gave him a slight nudge and he stopped. 'Three hours…wait, what time is it?' Molly asked, her eyes flying back open.

'Past nine. Why?' Sherlock replied. Molly frowned. 'You've been up since six?' Sherlock nodded. Molly sat up slightly. 'What's going on that mind of yours?' She asked. Sherlock adjusted till she was by his side instead of on top of him and he turned to look at her.

Her brown eyes gazed up at him as she waited for him to tell her what was running through his mind. Sherlock draped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. 'I was filing things away in your room.' Sherlock said as he began to trace small patterns on her hip.

'Filing what away?' Molly asked although she had a faint idea of exactly what kind of things he was filing away. 'Information.' Sherlock rumbled. 'For example, I never knew you had such a dirty mouth.' Molly flushed.

'I-I...'

'No need to get embarrassed Molly. It's quite the turn on.'

Molly fought the urge to bury her face in the pillow. She heard the sound of Sherlock's laughter and she slightly shoved him. Trust him to get a kick out of this. Sherlock's hand skittered to the apex in between her legs and Molly gave a slight gasp.

Sherlock smiled slightly at her reaction he drew from her before withdrawing his hand. Molly scowled up at him and he couldn't hold back his chuckle. He tugged on her bottom lip. 'So have I convinced you to stay, Ms. Hooper?' He asked as he pulled her closer to him.

Molly left herself get lost in his voice for a few moments before his question registered in her mind.

'Stay? Was I going anywhere?'

Sherlock looked down. It was one of those rare moments where he was confused.

'But Mary said you were going to leave London if I didn't get my act together.'

Molly giggled slightly as she realized what her best friend had done. 'I mentioned moving away but that was just in passing. Where else would I live if not in London?' Molly said with a smile. Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly as he realized he'd been had.

'Snake.' He muttered. Molly gasped and gave him a little shove. 'Well if she didn't say, we won't be where we are right now and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed yourself last night so be grateful.' She said. Sherlock huffed and she smiled.

'Like you didn't enjoy it.' He murmured and once again, Molly felt herself blushing. She couldn't fool herself and say she was carried away by pure lust. She'd known exactly what she wanted to do to him from the moment he stepped out of her shower that morning.

A buzzing was heard and Sherlock groaned slightly. 'What's wrong?' Molly asked, her tone becoming a bit concerned. Sherlock reached behind him to the bed side table and glanced at his phone before putting it back down.

'Lestrade. There's been another murder.'

Molly frowned. 'When?' She asked. Sherlock shrugged. 'Possibly three hours ago.' He replied. 'But-Why didn't you go?' Molly asked a bit confused. It was normal for Sherlock to ignore Lestrade for any number of things but for him to ignore a murder was highly unlikely.

'Because you were asleep and I didn't want you to wake up alone.' Sherlock said simply. 'You could've-' Molly started but Sherlock cut in. 'Gone? Yes, quite right. I could've. I didn't want to, Molly.' Sherlock said as he snuggled back into the covers with her.

'Why?' She asked quietly. Sherlock pushed a few strands of her hair from her face, a suddenly serious look on his face.

'I realize I might not have passed this point across clearly to you even though I have made it quite obvious to others. You matter to me, Margret Hooper. I don't always know how to show it but rest assured in the knowledge that you have a room in my mind palace, a room that's constantly expanding because I'm learning new things about you. Seems highly illogical to waste an hour on a body that will stay dead when I could spend it with you.'

Molly launched herself at Sherlock, kissing him ferociously. Sherlock was surprised but then he wrapped his arms around her before he knew what he was doing and pulled her on top of him. He could already feel his body awakening to her heated kisses and while he wanted to bury himself within her, his mind told him to at least have the decency to give her body a recovery period.

He began to pull away and Molly whined. 'Aren't you sore?' Sherlock asked as Molly continued to pepper kisses down his jaw to his neck and chest. He moaned slightly as when she paused at his nipples and gently tugged on them. 'No. A little.' Molly said with a small whimper. 'I don't care Sherlock. Please? Pretty please? I need you.' Molly sighed, her voice coming out in a pleading almost helpless tone.

As far as Sherlock body was concerned, that was more than enough consent. He replaced her lips with his and hoisted her back on top him, his body pulling forward against the headboard .

Tell Sherlock to get off his ass and get to the station. – Greg

John frowned as he read the text. He'd heard about the murder and would've rushed there but there was Mary and he assumed Sherlock would've gotten there already. He called Sherlock but there was no answer. He supposed he'd have to get to the flat to check and make sure nothing was wrong with him.

He found his way to Mary's room and went in. She wasn't in her bed and he could only assume she was in the bathroom. The sound of rushing water confirmed his assumptions and he sat down on her bed. Spotting her medical file he picked it up and skimmed through it.

Urine tests remain positive. HCG levels at adequate levels. Fetus is at sixth week of development. Pregnancy is progressing at normal level.

John felt a huge smile on his face. He was going to be a father. This wasn't exactly the way he'd planned it to go but he couldn't care any less. They were already living together and adding a child wouldn't change things. He felt almost giddy with joy.

His eyes fell back on the report wanting to read the rest.

Patient requires a suction curettage. Appointment has been made for today.

John felt his world stop. Suction curettage. He knew what that meant. It was just a fancy term, a polished word for what she was doing. An abortion. She was removing his child. Using a vacuum to suck it out. John felt sick.

He could hear the shower stop running and after a few seconds Mary came out, her hair claret instead of scarlet. She shot a bright smile at John and she ran her hair through her fingers. 'D'you like it? I was going to go with scarlet again but I decided to switch it up a bit.' She wrapped it up in a towel before taking a good look at John.

'John? What's wrong?'She asked with a concerned tone. John held up the medical report. Mary went white and she made a move to pull it out of his hand but John held it back. 'Explain.' He said, his shock seeping away and anger replacing it.

'I-I don't have to explain anything. You've seen the report, now let me have it.' Mary said as she attempted to pull it away from John. John glared at her and Mary stopped. 'Why?' He asked. 'Why what?' Mary counter acted in a nonchalant voice.

'Don't play with me Mary. Why are you getting rid of it?

'I don't have to explain myself to you. It's my body.'

John growled.

'Your body, my child! You're ki-You're deciding to flush out our child like he or she means nothing to you. Like you don't care about our child.'

'Well I don't.'

'Yes you do. The Mary Morstan I know does. The one who said she loves me. The one who caught a bullet for me. That one does.'

Mary's bottom lip wobbled and a tear streaked across her cheek.

'I-John just let me do this. Please. You said if I can't have any kids we would adopt.'

John spluttered.

'If. The key word being if. You're pregnant now Mary and you expect me to just let you do this? Hell no. I'm not going to let you kill our child.'

Mary pressed her lips together in an effort to stop herself from crying all the more. Her phone rang and she picked it up, her eyes still fixed on John.

'Yes?'

John sighed and dropped the report, his energy suddenly drained. Mary felt her eyes well up again and she turned from John, unwilling to see him.

'Sorry what? Could you come again?'

Mary's eyes widened as the information was repeated again.

'Alright I'm heading there right now.'

She dropped her phone and unwrapped her hair. 'Well you've gotten your wish. We-I need to get to the crime scene of the woman who died.' She said in a stuffy nose, her back still turned to John. She grabbed her personal items and put on her coat.

She felt John's hand on her arm and she attempted to pull back but he tightened his grip. 'This conversation isn't over Mary. I'm not dropping this topic.' Mary tugged away from his grip.

'Well good to know.' She said in a tight voice as she stalked out.

Sherlock buttoned up his shirt as Molly watched him from her bed. They'd taken a shower together which had surprisingly not ended in hot steamy shower sex and Sherlock had restricted Molly to her bed while he got dressed to attend to the murder.

'Would you stop looking like the cat that ate the canary?' Molly spouted from her position. Sherlock chuckled lightly. 'I would if you'd stop looking so obviously satisfied.' Molly flushed and Sherlock shook his head fondly.

'You've got quite possibly the dirtiest mouth I've ever met and you blush at the mere mention of sex.' Sherlock said. 'Only you, Molly Hooper.' Molly fought her urge to blush harder. 'Well that only happens when I'm clouded by lust. I'll have you know I'm an extremely docile creature.'

Sherlock scoffed and Molly tossed a pillow at him. His phone rang beside her and she tossed it to him.

'Hello Mary.'

'A homicide and you're not there. The world's coming to an end already?'

Sherlock smiled slightly.

'I'm on my way. Is John with you or is he at that silly thing he goes to everyday?'

'You mean his job?'

'Yes, that.'

'No he's here.'

The tone in which that was said set off slight alarms in his mind.

'Is everything alright?'

'Yes it is. Just, hurry here.'

The line cut and Sherlock frowned. 'What's wrong? Are Mary and John alright?' She asked, already sitting up. He nodded and got his Belstaff from her closet. 'There's something different about this case.' He said as he shrugged on the Belstaff. He took a sniff of it.

'Molly this is yours. Where's mine?' He asked as he began to shrug out of his. Molly made a protesting noise and climbed out of bed. 'No. I like having yours.' She said as she tugged it back on. Sherlock raised a brow.

'Why? It's exactly the same material.' He said as he shrugged it back. 'It's not the material that gets me.' Molly mumbled as she dragged his scarf over his neck. 'It's the fact that it smells like you.' She said as she tied it in a knot.

'Would've thought you'd gotten enough of my scent on you.' He muttered. Molly shook her head with a slight smile. 'And when I think of all the time wasted when we could just have done this and loosened you up already.'

Sherlock hummed in agreement, his mind drifting to the case. 'Molly, would you mind dressing and coming along?' He said. Molly grinned wildly and he gave her a questioning look. 'Before you'd have told me to dress but now you're asking.'

Sherlock rolled his eyes playfully and waited for her to dress, the case being the second thing on his mind for the first time in his life.

Sherlock looked between Mary's red rimmed, slightly swollen eyes and John's rage filled features before deciding to drop the topic before it even came up. Molly however, didn't.

'What's going on?' She asked. Sherlock silently handed the microscope over to John and he took it without saying a word. He bent to examine the figure while Sherlock brought out his phone and pretended to do something, anything that would distract him from the awkward silence that was slowly settling over them.

'Am I saying things inside my head or am I whispering?' Molly asked slowly. 'Just drop it.' Mary said in a tight, quiet voice as she looked at the symbol on the girl's neck. It was different this time. The scales were tipping to the left.

The murder victim was a Layla Fraiser. She was a tall attractive woman of thirty five. She was divorced, had no kids and worked in a big time multinational company. She was found with all her clothes on. No sign of rape. She looked normal except for a dozen stab wounds in her back. Each was deep and had been left to bleed out as much as possible.

Mary frowned. 'Sherlock…' She said as her voice trailed off. Sherlock's head snapped up. 'What?' He said, abandoning his game on his phone. 'Come look.' She said. Sherlock glanced down at the body. The scales were tipping to the left.

'What does that mean? He asked. Mary shrugged slightly. 'Well…when it's to the right it's someone owes us. When it's to the left I guess…we paid a debt.' Sherlock frowned. 'Is that possible?' Mary shook her head. 'I don't know. We don't owe people. We-'

'You're awfully generous with that 'we'.' John said as he stood up. Mary pursed her lips. 'I was one of them John. Old habits die hard.' She muttered. 'Oh I know. You still haven't gotten over your habit of killing children.'

Sherlock liked to think to think that that was the moment which 'shit hit the roof' as people frequently said.

'How dare you?' Mary exclaimed at the same time Molly said 'You're pregnant?'. John glanced at Molly. 'Oh she didn't tell you then. That's rather mean of you, Mary. Not telling your best friend. But then again you didn't tell me so I suppose it's only fair.' John said spitefully.

Mary glared at him. 'It's my body John. I do what I want with it.' John spluttered. 'Your body, my child. You can't just say you want to get rid of it and-'

'Get rid of it? Mary!' Molly exclaimed. 'It's none of your business Molly.' Mary said in a dangerously low tone. Molly's mouth fell open at her tone. Seeing as the conversation was heading nowhere, Sherlock choose to cut in.

'I hate to cut into this awkward conversation but there is a body lying in front of us and a killer on the loose so I would appreciate if we did this some other time.' Sherlock said to the three of them. 'John? Mary?' He said to the two.

John swallowed but said nothing. Molly's eyes darted between the two before deciding to break the ice. 'I'll follow the body to the morgue.' Molly said to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded. 'We'd get to her job. Mary I'm going to need you with me.' He said. Mary nodded wearily and walked out before anyone could say a word.

Molly looked at her as she walked out and bit on her bottom lip in worry. Sherlock tried not to things of other situations in which she'd bitten her lip. 'Try to make sure they don't kill each other, Sherl.' She said as she fixed her worried gaze on him.

'Them? They'll be fine.' He said nonchalantly. Molly gave him a stern glare and he sighed. 'Alright. I'll play peacemaker. But if I say something wrong it's on you.' Molly rolled her eyes before leaning up and pulling Sherlock into a kiss. She kept her mouth closed, knowing how easily Sherlock got carried away.

Sherlock tried to push past her lips but Molly only smiled and pulled back. 'There are still a lot of hours left in the day.' She whispered into his ear before pulling back and smiling innocently. Sherlock glowered at her but reluctantly turned and walked outside.

Molly watched his disappearing figure with a slight smile on her lips before her mind turned back to Mary. She frowned. There was something off about the whole thing and she was determined to find out what.

Sherlock looked in between the two of them. He still wasn't going to bring the topic up but the silence was becoming stifling. Mary's nose was red and she sniffed slightly. John was staring out of the window and refused to even look at Sherlock.

Luckily, they'd pulled up to Layla's office and Sherlock got out of the car. Layla seemed to be the office bitch and Sherlock gathered as much information as he could from her office mates. Mary knew one of the workers there. She didn't say in soo many words but Sherlock understood that she'd killed someone he knew.

That of course had sparked another argument between the two and Sherlock couldn't believe he was saying so but he already preferred his family to them. John had muttered something about killing and Mary had burst into tears and he just felt like backing out slowly before making a run for it.

'Anyone of them could be the killer.' Sherlock mused as her looked over the names. 'It's none of them.' Mary murmured as she stared out the window. 'They were hired weren't they?' Sherlock asked. Mary scoffed.

'Hired. We're a gang of assassins. We don't work for people or governments. People work for us. If we repaid a debt then someone must have given us something pretty important.' Mary said as she finally made eye contact with Sherlock.

'It's not anyone from work. The proximity is too close.' Mary said. 'Did Layla have any cousins, nieces or nephews?'

'She had a niece.' John said. 'Amanda Fraiser. She's sixteen. She was adopted by ten.' Mary frowned slightly. Ten. Is ten enough? 'What's her address?' Mary asked. Sherlock tapped out something to Mycroft before getting a text back.

He yelled out the address to the cabbie and they sped off.

Mycroft sighed as he reviewed the case files. When he'd handed that case to Sherlock he'd had no idea it would evolve to what it was now. There was no doubt that it was Mary's people. He trusted her to be sensible about the whole issue and to tread lightly.

Sherlock on the other hand?

No.

His brother had this like a dog with a bone and nothing short of a job outside the country would make him leave. Even then he had the twins and Molly to consider. Mycroft was beginning to regret ever mentioning it to Sherlock.

If these really are my people, I trust you know what to do. – MM

There is a 50/50 chance you won't pull through if push comes to shove. I take it you still want me to proceed? – MH

Yes. If I don't make it then so be it. – MM

Mycroft smiled slightly at her text. He and the ex assassin didn't 'jell' quite well but even he had to admit that her loyalty and dedication was most impressive. They don't make them like that anymore.

Very well. Keep them out of trouble. – MH

As always. – MM

Mary observed the girl sitting in front of her. She looked more like a librarian than a teenager. Hair up in a bun, a straight pleated skirt, no nonsense shoes and a shirt buttoned all the way to the top. The only indicator that she was young was her earrings. She had pierced ears and tiny silver skull and crossbones studs graced her ears.

Mary could hardly even believe she could kill a rat but looks were deceiving. There was only one way to find out if this was what she was looking for.

Get the parents out of the room. I want to speak to the girl. – Mary

Sherlock read the text and gave her a subtle nod before cutting into Amanda's father's speech. 'I'm afraid I'll need a report.' He said. 'On?' Her father replied. Sherlock raced to find something to say. 'The last time you saw her.' He said.

'But I just said-'

'Writing's much better. From all of you actually. Outside if you please.'

Her parents began to protest but Sherlock ushered them out and shut the door. Amanda looked at the three of them with slight alarm. 'Is something wrong?' She asked her voice small and dainty. Mary shook her head.

'Actually I'd like to ask some questions if that's okay with you.'

Amanda nodded. 'Of course.' She said as she crossed her legs. 'Could you tell me more about your life before being adopted?' Mary asked. Amanda frowned slightly. 'I…Okay. What would you like to know?'

'Where were you born?'

'Russia. I was found freezing on the doorstep of a monastery. The sisters took me in and I grew up there. My parents were on a trip and they sort of found me.'

'Found you?'

Amanda hesitated slightly. 'Yes found me. I-I know that I was…um…wandering around the monastery and they went there, well came there to sight see. I think.' Amanda looked at the trio. 'Why not ask my parents? They've got a much better recollection of it than I do.'

Mary's mouth twitched slightly.

'We'd rather hear it from you.' She said. Amanda fidgeted. 'I…I don't really remember. Ask my parents.' She said in a guarded tone. A slight alarm rang in Mary's brain and she moved on with her plan. 'Okay then. How well did you know your aunt?' She asked.

Amanda shrugged. 'Not very well. She was much more concerned about work than family. She didn't come around often. She gave nice gifts though.' She said off handishly. Mary nodded. 'умереть сервировка будет почетностью.' Mary said off handishly. Amanda's eyes shot to Mary. 'I…Where did you hear that?' She blurted out.

Bingo. 'Why? Is it familiar to you?' Mary asked. Amanda nodded vigorously, her face pale. 'Yes. It was the code of a gang… a group of assassins back in Russia. They killed people, did terrible things.' Mary fought the urge to roll her eyes. 'What do you know of them?' John asked.

'Nothing. No one knows anything of them. All they do is kill.' Amanda said. 'D-do you think they killed my aunt? Is-Are they following me?' Her eyes welled up with tears and her hands shook slightly. John took her hand in a comforting manner and attempted to calm her down.

Mary stood up and stepped closer to the girl, her figure towering over the girl. 'Mary, what are you doing?' John said but she took no notice of him. Amanda looked up, her eyes wide and afraid. ' I don't think you understand the extremity of this situation, Amanda. Someone's killing people, quickly too.'

Amanda drew in a shuddering breath and Mary bent to look her in the eye.

'Now if you know anything about this and you aren't telling us…..' Her voice trailed off suggestively. 'Mary, stop it.' John said but Mary continued to ignore him. 'Let's just say it won't end well. For anyone. Understood?'

Amanda nodded amidst her tears and Mary stood up fully. 'I'm in the car when you two are done.' She said over her shoulder as she walked out. John glared at her as she walked away while Sherlock had an impressed look on his face.

'She's really something isn't she?' Sherlock muttered with a hint of amazement in his voice. 'Yes she is.' John said in a slightly more spiteful tone as he handed Amanda a handkerchief to dry her tears.

The door opened slightly and Amanda's father peeked in. 'We've got it written down.' Sherlock suppressed a groan.

'I can't believe I'm doing this.' Molly muttered to herself. She held up a spoonful of baby food to Aidan. He hesitantly opened his mouth and Molly pushed the spoon in. It went well for all of two seconds before he spat it out. Molly sighed and crossed it off her list.

Sherlock was trying to get baby food for the both of them seeing as applesauce was the only thing they had agreed to eat. They needed other nutrients, she'd said so Sherlock had somehow worked his way into making her test out different baby food on the kids.

She'd pointed out that this was just using them as an experiment but he'd said it would be easier to shop for them if he knew what they wanted. She couldn't argue with that.

Molly looked down at the list. There was some kind of sweet potato and beef medley next. She rooted around in the bag next to her and found it. Opening it, she dipped the spoon in it and held it to Nadia's mouth.

Nadia looked at the spoon for several moments before opening her mouth and Molly gently pushed the spoon into her mouth. 'Please eat it.' She muttered as Nadia rolled it around in her mouth. Molly's prayers were answered as she swallowed it and opened her mouth for another spoon.

'Thank God.' She mumbled as she quickly dug in a spoon and fed it to Aidan. The twins shared similar tastes and it wasn't often that one hated what the other loved. Aidan swallowed it too and she sighed in relief. Nadia began to whimper and Molly fed her another spoon.

She figured they could try testing another day. Her babies were hungry now. My babies…. The idea had slowly crept on her. She was soo used to people telling her she had lovely children she just nodded when people asked if they were hers. Although they looked nothing like her, they took a lot of Sherlock and she could easily say they ended up taking her boyfriend's features.

The whole thing made her head spin sometimes. She would've never thought she'd be a mother to two adorable twins or have such an amazing boyfriend in Sherlock. Of course there were a few bumps down the road such as her whole emotional breakdown (she still blushed whenever she thought of it) or Sherlock's whole miscommunication surrounding his feelings but she was glad they'd gone through all that if it meant they ended up at this point once again.

I hope Mary sees that too in John. She couldn't understand why Mary would want to kill her own child. She loved the twins. Loved children in general. Molly guessed it had something to do with wherever she had disappeared to after middle school.

They had talked often but Molly could detect some sort of unease in her voice. She could've never fathomed the real reason but she knew something was wrong with her friend. I just hope she turns out fine.

An excited squeal drew her out of her thoughts and she looked at the twins. Nadia had smeared her baby food on her face and Aidan was giggling, about to do the same. Molly smiled softly as she dropped the jar and unbuckled the two from their seats.

'Alright bath time.' She said as nuzzled the two close to her and headed towards the bathroom.

Amanda blew out a stream of smoke as she leaned against a wall. She was in an alley, safe from any prying eyes. She heard a scuttle behind her.

'You have a message?'

'Yes. We have a problem.'

'The detective?'

'No. A woman. Red haired, tall. Most likely government worker. She was with the detective but she seemed in charge.'

'What should we do?'

'Find out what she knows then kill her.'

A sound of approval was heard and Amanda put out the cigarette before hulking further down into her jacket and moving off.

Mary doubled up over the toilet bowl heaving away the remnants of her lunch. She sank back to the floor, tears prickling her eyes. John's words cut deeper than she expected. She didn't even want him to find out, was prepared to lie her way through it if need be.

And if he did, she wasn't supposed to care. All that stopped when she saw his face. He looked so hurt. So broken. She never wanted to be the person to put that look on his face but there was no other way to go around the issue. She couldn't have the baby.

If only he could see that. If only he could just drop it and let me be. She let the tears flow freely this time, drawing her knees to her chest and burying her head. Her sobs wracked through her, each one stronger than the last until they slowly tapered off.

Her phone beeped but she ignored it. Whoever it was could wait till morning. She knew it was probably Molly but she couldn't bring herself to talk to her. Her life was happy and she was thrilled about it but she couldn't take that kind of emotional burden right now.

Not right now.

Her mind went back to the girl she saw today. Amanda. Those tears were very believable. Too believable. She picked up her phone and fired a text to one of the men under her. She waited for a few moments before getting back a message confirming that her orders were carried out.

She sighed tiredly. She knew what was happening. If her suspicions were placed right she was on a long list of people waiting to be killed. Here's to hoping they send real assassins not children.

Sherlock opened the door to his flat quietly. He was back quite late and he guessed Molly was fast asleep. He wandered up to his room, his suspicions confirmed when he saw Molly fast asleep in his Belstaff.

He smiled slightly to himself before moving over to check on his children. They were fast asleep as usual with Nadia holding hands with Aidan. He bent and gave them each a kiss before stripping out his clothes and slipping into his pyjamas.

He wrapped his arms around Molly and she turned to face him. 'Hey'. She murmured lazily as she opened her eyes. 'I didn't mean to wake you up.' Sherlock said but she waved him away. 'How did it go?' She asked, her eyes more open.

'You should talk to Mary.' He said. Molly sat up slightly. 'Why? What's wrong?' She asked. Sherlock hesitated. What he knew was Mary's to tell, no one else's. 'She's just…she cried a lot. And they weren't happy tears.' Molly frowned.

'Alright. I'll talk to her then. Now how are you?' She asked as she placed his head against his chest. Sherlock considered her question. Despite the case and his friend's distress as soon as he walked into his apartment, he felt an irrational feeling of calm spread through him.

It was selfish he guessed but his family being safe was his top priority now. Oh how the mighty have fallen. He thought ruefully about himself. 'Don't lock yourself away just yet. You still haven't answered my question.' Molly said.

'I'm…I'm okay.' He said, realizing how true those words were. 'Good.' Molly said as she snuggled deeper next to him and began to fall back into sleep.

I have no words to explain myself. Just read and review please! Thanks to everyone who's had the patience to read and follow and review. I haven't and will never give up on this story but getting my characters where I want is proving harder than I imagined. Thanks again for your patience!

умереть сервировка будет почетностью – to die serving is honor (that's what it's supposed to mean but if I got the translation wrong then please forgive me)

A lot of fluff in this chapter and more teeth rotting fluff to come. Thanks sooooo much for bearing with me!

Cadburytrooper96

P.S Sorry if this chapter seems a bit off.