Molly tapped her foot as she waited for someone to answer, and again, for the 14th day in a row, no one did. She knew that she needed Sherlock on this, she needed to find her friend Edith. She had come into her life over 2 months ago, they both worked in the hospital, they both talked about boys and patients, and while Edith worked on live people, she usually was the one to shuffle the bodies off to Molly so they would get notes done together, they would run tests the Doctors needed, and Edith wasn't freaked out by dead people at all.

Two weeks without hearing from her, knowing she was supposed to be back from leave 4 days ago... Molly went to Baker St. smiling as she passed a few people she knew Sherlock kick out since she could still hear him shouting how it was obviously boring for him.

"Ah Molly? Date today?" he asked and she opened her mouth but he raised his finger and walked closer.

"Did you forget Sherlock?" She heard John before he came around the kitchen corner and smiled at her. "He should be ready, he hasn't taken a case all morning."

"I am not here as Molly... I am here..." She paused, smiled at Sherlock and then sat in the 'client chair' and she took a deep breath.

"Well... now I am busy. What's the case?" Sherlock asked as he moved around her and went to sit in his chair.

"I haven't been able to contact one of my friends in two weeks. I asked when she first went missing... she had taken a 10 day leave for an emergency, and she was supposed to be back 4 days ago, the hospital came to me and asked if I had heard from her, and I haven't. She disappeared." Molly looked from Sherlock to John and then gulped.

"Name? Job?"

"Edith Ralston. She was a Geriatric nurse. She worked with them in the hospital when they came in. We got to know each other when she started working there. I had her patients on my slab more than yours." She told Sherlock and then shrugged. "She wasn't... she didn't seem the type to ever leave once she was settled. She said she loved it here."

"Is she from London?" Sherlock asked knowing that something was definitely off about this.

"She said she was up near Rye in her childhood." Molly shrugged. "She said something about a family house and how she could barely remember it."

"Family?"

"She said she had siblings. I was under the impression it was one of each, she was the youngest and left alone for the most part." Molly shrugged and then worked at her hands.

"The hospital? What did they say?" John asked her and she looked at him before taking another breath.

"That until she is gone for 7 whole days they can't report her as missing. But she's already been missing for 14." Molly looked at him and then Sherlock. "They wouldn't even give me her file."

"You have her phone number and picture?" Sherlock asked as he stood up and Molly nodded before getting her phone.

Sherlock got her number, got the blurry, smiley, and almost full faced picture from her phone as well before getting his computer out.

He was typing away, he found her social media that was being taken down, he found her address where the phone said it was, and he, Molly, and John were off.

They got to the flat and Sherlock looked around, before breaking a window to get in since she had one of those new front door locks. He barely fit in but his short companions had no qualms about getting a little closer to the ground before getting inside. Molly had wanted to wait for him to open the door but John said that he doesn't touch the door until he was on his way out.

Molly looked around the organized home, looking for a body, a sign, a note...something to explain where her friend had gone.

"Tell me more about her Molly... what did she like to do?"

"She told me she liked to knit, she liked cats, she wanted to be a doctor when she first started school but a nurse was the more reliable option with her money issues." Molly was trying to think about other things, she looked around and moved through the flat before she saw her phone on the counter. "Her phone is here and plugged in, which is why it never died." Molly commented and pointed at it as Sherlock slapped on gloved and moved to unlock it. He could see the fingerprints and it took him 2 tries to open it before looking through it.

There were pictures of Molly all over. Some of them they were together, some it was just her walking in the street, on the tube, in the morgue, there was a few of Sherlock himself looking at Molly and something inside Sherlock's brain clicked.

"Edith..." He whispered and nodded before he seemed to remember seeing her a few times asking Molly about test and autopsy reports. "Yes..."

"You remember her?" Molly asked and Sherlock took a breath before nodding.

"Was she at your house?" He asked and Molly nodded and shrugged before he looked over to John. "I know how Euros got those cameras into your flat."

"How? Did she hire someone to do that? Did she hire and kill Edith?" Molly asked, crossing her arms, her worries over this person were gone, it was more about anger now.

"What color were Edith's eyes?"

"Blue... She had blue eyes, curly brown hair, she was slightly taller than me. She was elegant." Molly shrugged kind of trying to find moments or signals that she missed from the other woman.

"Funny... with me she was more of a blonde with a cane and glasses. John, what did your lady on the bus and the lady therapist look like again?" Sherlock asked loudly before he came around the corner confused.

"Those were all Euros dressing up." John shrugged and Sherlock nodded slowly before looking at Molly.

"Your friend... is my sister." He told her and she felt confused.

"Euros was tricking me too? Why?"

"You know why. She played me against you and she... she became your friend. I did wonder why she never blew you up. I wondered why she would set bombs in your flat if she never planned to use them. Then I wondered why she lied about the bombs. I wondered... because no matter what we did, if we failed or passed her tests, she killed everyone else. The brothers, the husband and wife..." He shook his head slowly before he laughed.

"What are you laughing about? Euros could have taken Molly."

"She liked you Molly. You impressed her in some way that she never intended you harm." Sherlock laughed now before getting closer to his newly minted girlfriend and pulled her closer. "You impressed my crazy sister. There is something about you Molly that no Holmes can hate."

"It has to be my ability to put up with them." Molly sighed before putting her forehead on his shoulder. "So you are telling me that your sister set us up, she made you say you loved me, and she became my friend?"

"She was always alone... she didn't have friends like I did. I think you were her first friend ever." He told her and Molly smiled just slightly before shaking her head.

"How is that sweet. Somehow that is sweet." She shook her head and laughed with him. "Will you let me meet her now? Seeing as I already have?"

"Molly-"

"Come on, if she brainwashes me I will only try to kill you in your sleep I promise." She winked and he rolled his eyes. "And the only way I would kill Mycroft is through my cookies."

"True." Sherlock whispered knowing that since had started to openly date Molly, Mycroft had been by twice when she was making cookies.

"Please? I would like to see my friend Edith and you said you would help me find her."

"We will plan something." Sherlock promised before kissing her lips lightly.

2 days later:

"Don't touch the glass." Sherlock told her softly before the door opened.

"Ok." He had her hand tight in his as they walked through the now open door.

Euros was on her bed, brushing her hair, not looking their way and Molly had heard that she didn't talk, that she wasn't going to talk, that she didn't want to and that she was reverted back to a more ... delicate stage in her life.

"Hi Euros." She called out and she saw her hands stopping in her hair and Molly took a breath as she looked over slowly. "You played a funny trick on me. I really missed my friend Edith."

"Molly-" Sherlock warned as Molly took steps closer.

Euros stood and smiled as she came closer to Molly and she just looked at her. "I went to your brother, and we tracked down your flat, and your phone... and then he told me that I was probably your first ever friend." She moved to sit down, and Euros followed her motions. "He told me that you must have really liked me to not want to kill me. I did something right apparently. I have your friendship, and it is so strong that you made sure your older brother told me about his feelings."

"Molly." Sherlock rolled his eyes and went to sit in the chair that was reserved mostly for his parents on their visits.

"He loves me... and he loves Mycroft, and he loves you." Molly added and that got Euros to smile and push some hair out of her face. "You have such pretty hair. And you have your mothers blue eyes... you should really push it back."

Euros did as she said and then smiled and Molly wanted to reach out and help more, but with the glass, and the fact she was locked away... she had little options.

"Since you are so smart... we are going to do our hair together. I saw you brushing it out... now lets do something cool." Molly pulled her hair down, getting it into two French braids were easy, she was quiet good at it and Euros was a quick study. "I always wished I had siblings. A little sister to take care of." Molly told her as Euros played with her braids happily as if she was 7 and seeing them for the first time.

She knew Euros, the one that had done the bad things, the friend she made in Edith, she knew that they were all inside of this person sitting across from her, but for the life of Molly... she couldn't hate her, not one bit.

This woman might be hellish and mean, but she was broken, and Molly wanted to help Sherlock put her back together. So she did. Once a week, twice if she could tag along with Sherlock... she showed off hairstyles and talked about cases that Sherlock found interesting... she sat there and she talked with her. Gossiped more like.

Sherlock was right when he said that the only reason Molly didn't actually blow up was because Euros had liked her.