As promised I updated before Thursday. This chapter was really fun to write and I hope you guys all enjoy it because I was smiling all the way through it. Anway, happy reading!


There was a door closing that woke Molly up. She looked around the room, slightly confused as to where she was. And then it hit her. She wasn't in the comfort of her room, with Tom by her side. She was in Sherlock's bed. Two years ago she would have done anything to be in this bed. Molly sighed as she slowly left the bedroom, knowing the moment she left the room she would be hammered with questions.

"Are you hungry?" John asked as Molly sat down on the couch and let her head roll onto a pillow.

"Not really," she admitted as she closed her eyes. Wishing she could just go back to bed.

"Molly, you need to eat. You've lost 23 pounds in a month. That isn't healthy." Molly's eyes slowly opened to see his face. She wanted to fight back, she desperately wanted to, but she knew it wasn't the best idea.

"I'm not hungry, Sherlock." Molly mumbled again as she laid down closed her eyes, wishing she could just not be hammered with questions. "How long was I asleep?" She asked, she remembered eating breakfast this morning and then talking to John for a little bit and then passing out.

"Almost five hours." Sherlock said promptly and Molly shook her head. That means she had been sleeping for most of the day. She had been sleeping for sixteen hours total and she wasn't quite sure how to handle that.

There was a few minutes of silence when Molly finally opened up her eyes and Sherlock was looking over at her with a protective glance and John reading the paper. "What is it?" Molly asked Sherlock.

Molly noticed John looking away from the paper for a second and giving a small head nod toward Sherlock. "Is it okay if we take you to Scotland Yard today?"

"What?" Police? They want to take her to the police? She couldn't do that. "I… I don't think I can do that, Sherlock."

"You're not going to fill out a report if you don't want to."

"You want me to fill out a police report?" Molly asked, slightly worried.

"Yes. Molly, do you realize that this man hurt you?" Sherlock's words were harsh and cold.

"He just got drunk and we had rough nights and -"

"Molly. Stop dismissing his behavior as being drunk. Even though he's drunk that does not give him the excuse to hurt you."

Molly took a deep breath before getting off of the couch. "I'm going back to bed," Molly stated as she disappeared back into the bedroom.

"Look what you did, Sherlock." John hissed again, looking at the bedroom door as if thinking he should go in and apologize for Sherlock's behavior.

"Don't you think she needs the truth?"

"No, Sherlock. She has been through absolute hell and the only way she can excuse that is to blame herself." John put down his paper and looked over at Sherlock, sometimes he wanted to slap his best friend across the face. "Like I said she's going to have a rough time getting rid of Stockholm but if you aren't a complete dickhead to her I'm pretty sure that it will go away quicker."

Sherlock grimaced at John's words. "John, I'm trying to put it into her head that Tom is the bad guy -"

"I don't give a royal fuck, Sherlock. She doesn't need to know that right now. Deep down inside she knows that he is the bad guy but she can't think straight right now." John took a deep breath trying to calm himself. "We know that Tom is the bad guy. But she doesn't, she thinks that she must have done something wrong for him to hit her. Right now isn't the best time. She is in shock, we just have to give it time."

"I don't have time, John! I want to find out where her bloody fiancé is so I can hurt him just as much as he hurt Molly."

"I have an idea."

. . .

"Molly, we are going to take you to Geoff Lestrade." Sherlock said as he rubbed her back softly. He had deduced that she hadn't really slept in those three hours and eighteen minutes that he didn't see her, she probably just stayed in that spot and cried. Ugh, he hated when people cried.

"Geoff?" Molly asked, facing away from him. She didn't really want to talk to Sherlock right now, even though she hadn't seen anyone in those three hours she kind of liked it, being alone and doing whatever. "You mean Greg?"

"Greg yeah." Sherlock took his hand away as he sighed and got up from his bed. "I had Mycroft go to your flat and get a few things since I know you are going to want fresh clothes." He motioned over to the suitcase by the door. "Come out when you are ready."

Once Molly heard the door close she looked over to where Sherlock mentioned. There was a black suitcase by the door. Her suitcase- Well, actually it was Tom's suitcase that they had bought for their Honeymoon. Molly took a deep breath as she got off of the bed and unzipped the suitcase.

. . .

"What are we supposed to do, John?" Sherlock asked as he paced the floor. Sherlock had talked to Molly nearly thirty minutes ago. Did it really take that long for her to get ready?

"Give her another minute." John said lazily as he lounged on the couch. Sherlock had been like this for the past fifteen minutes. "Why are you in such a fit anyway?"

"Because we need to get to the Yard." Sherlock looked over to his bedroom and sighed. "That's it, I'm going in there."

Just as Sherlock had said that, the door opened. Out came Molly in a light purple tank top and white capris. Sherlock had to give a double take, because the tank top didn't cover all of the bruises on her shoulder and he could tell by each bruise how much force Tom had exerted onto her skin, and the shorts only went down to mid thigh and he could see the edge of some bruises from the hem of her shorts. He could feel his heart drop, he didn't know the extent of the bruising and he was glad she was ready to show him at least a glimpse of it.

"Ready?" John asked, while Molly gave a small nod and looked over at Sherlock who she could tell was in shock that she was showing the bruising so early.

"Let's go," Sherlock said, keeping an eye on Molly noting how she walked and trying to deduce where he should really be careful of.

It was a ten minute cab ride to the Yard and the entire cab ride was quiet. Sherlock noticed Molly shiver a few times and offered her his jacket but she kept declining. He felt bad, having Molly exposing the bruises that tainted her skin. Most people would have thought she got in some sort of accident but he knew the truth and he hated it.

"We're here," Sherlock announced as the cabbie veered off onto the side of the street. John paid the cabbie as the others left the car, he noted how protective Sherlock was of Molly as he helped her out of the car and then asked for her hand as they walked into the station and John smiled to himself.

All three of them had entered Lestrade's office and he shut the door. There were only two chairs, so Molly and John took a seat and Sherlock stood by the door.

"So, Molly." Lestrade spoke, taking out a pen and a folder. "Sherlock has told me about your case and I just want your point of view."

Molly looked down to the floor, as she replayed what she had told to John. This time Sherlock was here to listen in, even though she couldn't see his face she could tell how disappointed he was.

When she was done retelling the stories from last night and Greg nodded, not wanting to interrupt her. "At some point we would like pictures, it doesn't have to be today if you don't want to but we want to do it before the bruises disappear."

Molly nodded, that means everyone in the Yard would have to see the damage at some point, it means she would have to leave the comfort of Baker Street again.

"Molly, you said he liked to get drunk. Do you remember where his favorite bar was?" Greg asked and Sherlock's ears perked. Maybe if he found out where Tom liked to drink he could find out where he is.

"Um, there is a pub not far from my flat it's called 'The Bull' I think."

Once Sherlock heard the name of the pub he quietly made his way out of the room, he wasn't engaging in any of the conversation so hopefully nobody would notice the fact that he left. As he left the Yard he hailed a cabbie. It was half past eight so if Tom really wanted to get drunk he could be at a bar right now. As Sherlock hailed another taxi he gave the address that he received off his phone for 'The Bull'. It wasn't more than five minutes later they pulled up to 'The Bull'.

The outside of the bar had neon lights with every different color with two tables on the outside with people wearing very discriminative clothing. Sherlock nodded away the thought and entered the pub when he was welcomed with loud music and there was a faint smell of- What was it? Marijuana. People smoking in the bathroom, typical.

It took a Sherlock a whole of two seconds to find Tom in the crowd. His eyes narrowed as he got closer, someone was with him. Not someone. A girl. Another girl who wasn't his fiance.

Sherlock ordered something from the bar and went over to Tom. "Hey," Sherlock said as he sat across the table from him. Actually, it wasn't just one girl. There were two. One on his lap and one next to him (which he had his arm around her waist) and right then Sherlock knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"Hey man," Tom's curls lazily flopping up and down with every word he spoke. "Do you want a girl?"

Sherlock's lips curled up in a snarl. "No," he nearly growled. "Can I speak with you? Privately."

"Yeah, sure." Tom said as he gave a kiss to both of the girls before lifting one of them off of his lap and planting a deep kiss on her lips before following Sherlock out of the bar.

"You have a fiancee yet you are kissing other girls?" Sherlock asked once they got out earshot of the blaring music. "I'm not the best person to talk to for relationship advice, but isn't that considered cheating?"

"How did you know I had a fiancee?"

"Oh! Because if you look down at your ring finger you can see that it has been worn, which means you wear it around her, but when you go out you clearly take it off, but if you look closely you can tell the ring is actually in your pocket. So you clearly love your fiancee but you just can't stay loyal."

Tom's eyes narrowed as he threw a lazy punch towards Sherlock, without even blinking an eye Sherlock grabbed his fist and twisted it, hearing a sickening crack! "What the fuck!" Tom screamed as he grabbed his fist.

"Oh? You thinking cheating on your fiancee is a great idea, don't you? Well, I guess you haven't seen how horrible she looks, because of you," Sherlock spat as he threw his drink and the liquid landed on his chest and partly on his pants.

"What the bloody hell!?" Tom hissed as he looked down at his shirt and started rubbing his shirt.

Before he even noticed it Sherlock launched his fist right square into Tom's nose. "You think you can just push Molly Hooper around and everything will just be fine? Well, let me tell you something." Sherlock brought his fist into his face again, feeling blood splatter against face. Man, this feels good. Sherlock thought to himself as he planted another punch against his face. He could feel Tom going limp against his fist and he grabbed the hem of his shirt to keep him up. "Oh, you can't handle this? Well that's bad because this is what Molly has to go through every bloody day with you." Sherlock backed him up against the brick wall and kept planting punches on his nose, and his chin and just anywhere his fist led.

"This one is for Molly," Sherlock hissed as he punched him in the throat. "This is for hurting her," punching him square in the stomach. He kept repeating the words over and over feeling like he needed to bring justice to this man who had hurt Molly, leaving scars on her that will possibly never leave her.

Sherlock let Tom go and watched him fall to the ground. As he took a step back he admired his handiwork. Noticing the fact that his nose was broken, along with his wrist. He admired the blood splattered walls. This was his handiwork.

He felt great about this, hurting the person who had hurt Molly. His Molly. His pathologist.

"Have fun rotting in prison you bastard," Sherlock hissed as he kicked his stomach one last time before making his way to Baker Street.


Alright! Wasn't that fun! Anyway, with band camp coming up I will try and update as soon as I can. It may be a few days but it may be a few weeks. Comment and favorite and do whatever and thanks for reading!