When the boys reached the office, Mycroft went straight to Molly. He cradled her to him. "Molly, I am so proud of you. I am so sorry I hurt you. It was never my intention to ever do this."

"It's fine. I understand why you did it. Your sister should be waking up any time now. The impact of the gun left a minor injury, but she should be fine I locked her in a cell that has glass for her safety as well as ours." Molly said.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see Molly beat the snot out of someone." John mused.

Euros woke up slowly and realized where she was. Sherlock observed her quietly.

"Sherlock, what do we do now?" John asked as he watched the woman behind the glass. She seemed to be calmed for the moment.

"It's obvious isn't it?" Mycroft asked. "We lock her up and that's that."

"No. That solves nothing. Molly, I need you to talk to her." Sherlock said. Molly's eyes widened in shock.

"What? No. I won't allow it." Mycroft said with a glare at Sherlock.

"Hear me out, brother. Molly, over the last 7 years you have managed to tame us Holmes'. You make us feel emotions like fear and love and care. Maybe, just maybe you can do the same with our sister. See her the way you've seen us." Sherlock said softly. "Be Molly Hooper for her."

Molly looked at Mycroft. "You aren't seriously entertaining the thought of doing this are you?" Mycroft asked in disbelief.

"He's right, Mycroft. I've saved him and I've done the same for you. I have to try the same for Euros Holmes." Molly said. She put her hand on his cheek. "Let me try please."

Mycroft gave a resigned sigh. "Alright, but stay 3 feet away from the glass."

Molly walked up to the cell within 3 feet. Euros looked up at her curiously. "Why do you want to talk to me? The normal reaction of someone who has endured the trauma you have would be to run as far away from the threat as possible, yet you come closer."

"Because I want to help you." Molly said.

"You can't help me. No one can help me. Help is not available to me."

"I can help you. I see you. I see the person you want to be but don't let yourself be." Molly said.

"How can you see that?"

Molly bravely stepped closer to the glass. "I just can. Talk to me and tell me anything you want. You've never had a friend have you? You need someone you can talk to about anything and you can have me."

Euros' eyes filled with tears. "Why would you offer yourself like that after everything I've done to you and your friends? This defies all the logical answers I've calculated."

"Because everyone makes mistakes. If we stopped having anything to do with anyone who made a mistake it would be a sad world. You look sad when you think someone can't see how clever you are. I think you are very clever." She looked over at Mycroft. "Open the cell and let me inside."

"Absolutely not. That is out of the question."

"Please?" Molly asked.

"Mycroft, let her in. Euros won't hurt her. I'm sure of it." Sherlock said. John just watched the scene and wondered how the Holmes boys ever underestimated Molly Hooper.

Molly walked right up to Euros and gave her a hug. Euros returned the hug eagerly. "You miss any kind of physical contact don't you? Locked up in here you can't get a hug when you've had a bad day or someone to hold your hand when you are sad. Tell me anything. I will listen."

Euros looked at Molly and it broke Molly's heart to see the sadness in her eyes. "I just wanted to play. I wanted to play with Sherlock. He always ignored me and so did Mycroft, but I wanted to play with Sherlock."

"Why didn't Sherlock play with you?"

"Sherlock was always playing with Redbeard. I was ignored because he would only play with Redbeard." Euros said.

"Sherlock, come in here. Euros, I can help you, but you have to tell Sherlock what happened to Redbeard. Can you do that for me?"

Sherlock knelt down with Molly and Euros. "Euros, what happened?"

"I wanted you to pay attention to me. I wanted you to play with me so I drowned Redbeard. I drowned your best friend. He wasn't a dog he was your best friend. I'm sorry, Sherlock."

Molly left Sherlock to talk to his sister. She came to Mycroft's side. He grasped her hand. "Good job, my dear."

"Thank you."

Mycroft lifted her left hand and slid her ring back on her finger. "I thought you might want this back." He kissed her hand before lowering it. He didn't let go.

"May I make a request?" Molly asked.

"I'm listening."

"Can we keep Euros with us? I mean, keeping her here is not good. She craves contact with other people. I can help her keep the deduction thing under control. Please, she needs to be surrounded by family." Molly begged.

"Why does everyone keep calling it 'the deduction thing'? But yes, she can stay with us. If you think it is good for her we will do it."

"She needs female interaction. She's been locked up in a hole in the ground since she was 5. It does tend to have an influence on someone's behavior."

"Molly, you do seem to have a way with us Holmes'." He looked at her with adoration.

"I do don't I?"

Mycroft's lips met hers in the first real kiss they ever shared. Sure there had been kisses on noses and cheeks and foreheads, but never had they shared a real kiss. Mycroft's hands grasped her waist and pulled her close. Never was he letting go.