Sherlock got out of the car first seeming to have regained strength. He ran to the warehouse Mycroft found about. When he approached it, he continued to walk, but slower and more quietly. He heard a man, no, some men talking loudly. That was going to be tough, Sherlock and John were only two and these men seemed to be three or four.
Sherlock went back to John who was waiting.
"They're four, and I think Molly is in another room. But the only entrance is where the men are. I don't know if they are armed.
– So, responded John, how are we going to get Molly out from here?
–With that and some skills.
– With wh… Oh god, Sherlock! This is a grenade!
– I figured it out, thanks. Don't worry; it's a small one, just to make noise.
– It's STILL a grenade, where did you found it?
– From Mycroft, he has some weapons in his flat.
– Did I ever say this family was insane?
– You did. Take that gun, please.
– That what? How did you get that?
– From Gred.
– Greg.
– Yeah, whatever.
– That's a gun!
– Yes, so what?
– That you took from a police agent!
– Indeed."
John stopped the argument because he saw it wasn't going anywhere and took the gun. Sherlock explained his plan:
"I'm going to drop the grenade, and when it explodes, the men will check outside. So you're going to be there, and shoot two of them to make them down. One is going to follow you, and the other will stay there. I'll take that iron bar and knock the fourth one. I think Reese is inside with Molly. I'll then handle him.
– Well, responded John, that's a tough plan.
– As ever, now let's do it.
– A last advice?
– Don't die.
– Now that is a hell of a…"
He didn't have time to finish because Sherlock already threw the grenade. John ran to hide behind a box. It exploded and made a loud noise. The men stopped talking and ran outside to see what happened.
John then shot twice. He touched the leg of two guards. His shots were precise; he didn't forget what he learned in the army. The guards screamed and went down. The third one shot once at John and then ran to follow him.
Sherlock slowly got out of where he was hiding and walked slowly inside. The other man was going towards a door. Sherlock knew he was going to alert Reese, so he ran, lift the iron bar and hit the guard's head. His eyes went wide as he saw Sherlock but he then fainted.
Sherlock opened the door and went quietly in the warehouse. His heart stopped when he saw Molly, who was tied to a chair. He made a step to reach there but suddenly froze. He saw Michael Reese coming. He hid behind a box standing there. He heard Reese say:
"Ten minutes until you die, Miss Hooper."
Molly had tears rolling down her cheeks. Reese continued:
"Seems like your boyfriend…
– He's… He's not my boyfriend.
– Oh, what a shame. Does he know you love him?"
Sherlock's eyes went wide as he heard that and his heart missed a beat.
"He… I don't think so, he is really… Special. He doesn't "love" people. But I'll still love him until I die. Because yes, he is a special person but that's what makes me love him. I tried to date other people, but I couldn't love them. So yeah, Sherlock doesn't even notice me, but I don't care.
– It's funny how, when you know you're going to die, you start confessing. But as you can see, even as a friend he doesn't care about you enough. He prefers to save the United Kingdom and his reputation. I'm sorry for you."
Molly started sobbing and closed her eyes. The man raised his hand to touch her cheek. She tried to stop him but she couldn't. He took her chin to make her look at him. She would die here, alone. The man was starting to hurt her by squeezing her chin. She let out a little cry.
"Don't you touch her!"
Molly opened her eyes. She knew that voice. She turned her head and saw him. The great Sherlock Holmes came to save her. He did. She said desperately:
"Oh my god, Sherlock!
– I'm here Molly, I…"
He was walking to Molly but got stopped by her kidnapper who pointed a gun at him:
"Finally we meet, Mr Holmes, said the man.
– Mr Reese."
The kidnapper seemed surprised.
"I… You aren't doing what I told you to.
– Obviously no, I'm not.
– Didn't I say I would kill her?"
He pointed the gun at Molly. She whimpered and her eyes went wide.
"Well, do it."
Molly gasped at what Sherlock said. Would he let him kill her? She closed her eyes, stopped breathing and heard the gunfire.
After a moment she opened her eyes. Was she still alive? Yes, she was, but how… She suddenly understood the gun wasn't loaded. She started breathing again.
"How did you know, Mr Holmes? Said Reese
– I can tell the difference between a loaded or not loaded gun, Mr Reese. By the way, funny name, Michael.
– How…"
Sherlock used that moment to hit him with the iron bar he was holding. While he was talking, he had gone closer to Reese, enough to reach him with the iron bar. The man fell on the ground.
Sherlock turned to face Molly. He ran towards her, untied her and stood her up. She stood on her, but then tottered and fainted.