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I should say there are references to child abuse but no details or descriptions will be given in this story.

Chapter 15

It had been a couple of days since the last murder and Molly was starting to miss Sherlock a bit. Since the night she'd found Billy and his mate cleaning the flat she had hardly seen him. He and John and Lestrade had spent one night away following up a lead from the first victim's past. Apparently buried in the police files there had been a complaint of abuse from the time that Father Cassidy had overseen a children's home.

The complaint had come when one of the alleged victims had reached adulthood and was in his twenties, back in the early 1990's, but bar a couple of half-hearted interviews at the time, nothing had really been done.

Sherlock was convinced it was their first real lead and had wanted to call the victim in for an interview but Greg had put his foot down. Molly had been around in Baker St. and had heard the whole conversation.

'Absolutely not Sherlock. I am not letting you within ten yards of a potential child abuse victim. I can't think of many quicker ways for me to lose my job. No, I will personally go and see him and I will let you know exactly what he says.'

Sherlock had ranted and raved about being excluded but Greg wouldn't relent. In the end the only compromise had been to allow John to sit in in the interview and that, if the guy was happy, it would be recorded so Sherlock could play it back over and over to his heart's content. He had still insisted on travelling with them though.

Molly had just got a brief kiss before he'd swept out carrying a pre-packed overnight bag that he had ready for just such an eventuality.

When they had returned it had been armed with photographs and names of other residents of the children's home and both Sherlock and John, as well as Scotland Yard were trying to track them all down. It had all been over thirty years ago though so it was proving difficult and time-consuming.

And none of it stopped the fourth murder.

This time there did appear to be a connection to the original crime. It was the death of a retired bishop, living out in Shoreditch; he was found in his home by his neighbour. There was no sign of break in but he had been strangled just like the rest. The difference was it had quickly been established that he had worked with Father Cassidy in the late 70's, early 80's so if there had been any abuse he may well have either known about it or been involved himself. He'd converted to Church of England in the late 80's so he could marry his housekeeper and together they had retired in the parish of St Leonard's.

Sherlock had been running himself ragged and Molly was starting to worry. She spent an afternoon round at Mary's house, playing with baby Elizabeth, whilst Sherlock and John were following up yet another lead.

'I'm just not sure how to handle it, he never sleeps, he rarely eats. I know he has coped in the past but living with it, seeing it up close I just don't know what to do for the best.'

Mary looked at her, 'you mean you're anxious you'll do something to scare him away! Listen, he's finally realised he loves you, which frankly I wasn't sure he'd ever get round to, and he knows you accept the full package. He also knows who you are and that you will be worried for him and showing him that part of your personality is not going to push him away any more than him being an obnoxious git will push you away.'

'Listen, John just texted to say he'd be back soon, which means Sherlock will be back at your place. You just need to give him a reason to be distracted for a bit. You know what I mean, and you know good sex always makes for a good night's sleep after.' She winked at Molly as she said that laughing as Molly blushed.

'Mary!'

'What, you know I'm right. Go seduce yourself a Sherlock, maybe you could get him to eat some sexy food whilst you're at it, I'm thinking strawberries, ice cream, chocolate...not sure you should bother with oysters though, yuck'

They ended up googling aphrodisiac foods and by the time John got back they were crying laughing over how they could combine chillies and bananas into a dish that Sherlock might be tempted to eat.

John wasn't sure he ever wanted to know what that conversation was about but he did confirm that Sherlock would be back at Baker St. soon so Molly kissed them both goodbye and made the short walk back.

In the end she called in at a local greengrocer to pick up some strawberries and grapes and ended up buying some lemons that were on special offer. She was due off again the following day and thought she might rustle up a Lemon Drizzle cake using her nan' s old recipe. It always made her feel good.

When she got back Sherlock was sat in his chair obviously in his mind palace. Molly decided to take the opportunity for a quick shower. When she got out she rough dried her hair and slipped on a dressing gown before padding into the kitchen to slice up some of the strawberries and grapes. During all this time there was no reaction from Sherlock.

Molly leant against the kitchen counter eating the fruit and watching him. It felt as though it had been days since they'd been together and now she knew what sex was like with Sherlock she was feeling frustrated. Just watching him she could feel her arousal growing, the more she thought about it, about him, the worse it became until she could feel her pelvic muscles clenching and unclenching.

She huffed and pushed off from the counter walking towards him taking the bowl of fruit with her. Even when she was stood right in front of him he didn't twitch a muscle. So she climbed onto his lap straddling him. His eyes and mouth snapped open, before he frowned, 'Molly, I was in the middle of...'

'I don't care what you were in the middle of, I want you, I need you.' With that she took hold of his hands, breaking his prayer pose, placing them instead on her breasts. She looked down at him lust filling her eyes as she arched into his hands.

Sherlock looked as if he were trying to think what to say next, his mouth opened and closed a couple of times before his eyes flicked to her breasts and he squeezed them lightly shifting slightly so his thumbs could slide across her nipples. Molly knew at that moment that her gamble had paid off.

She picked up one of the grapes and pressed it to his lips until he opened his mouth and ate it. She repeated the move with one of the strawberries before cupping his cheeks and leaning in for a kiss. It might have started off slow but it soon deepened. It still hadn't faded for Molly, the surprise and the joy she felt every time she kissed him. It made her heart beat faster, made her body shiver in anticipation, made her wet for him each and every time. She could feel him responding to her physically and she ground herself on his hardness.

He soon pushed off the dressing gown that she was wearing and breaking their kiss he sucked her left breast into his warm mouth. She could feel his teeth grazing her skin and his tongue swirling round the nipple. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she held his head to her breast. He always, always turned her on. It wasn't long before they were locked together with him buried deep inside her, rocking against each other, kissing, holding, touching, skin on skin. When Molly came the sound of her crying out his name and her hands clutching at his body sent Sherlock over the edge into his own climax. He hadn't realised until that moment how much he had needed the release, how tightly wound he had become.

They stayed wrapped up in each other for quite a while just holding each other, still kissing and touching until they finally separated. Sherlock went off to have a quick shower whilst Molly sat for a moment watching the flames of the fire and relishing the aching of her body.

It wasn't long before he came back in wearing pyjama trousers and his blue dressing gown. Molly went back into the kitchen to finish unpacking the shopping and start some dinner whilst Sherlock made his way to the windows and picked up his violin, testing the strings, plucking and tightening them.

Molly chatted away happily to him telling him about visiting Mary and how much Elizabeth had grown. 'I picked up some fruit on the way back, they were selling off some oranges and lemons cheap so I thought I'd do some baking tomorrow.

Sherlock glanced round and placing the violin under his chin he started to play the old folk song that Molly remembered from her childhood. She giggled and sang along.

'Oranges and Lemons, say the bells of St Clements.

You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's.

When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey...'

Molly trailed off when she realised Sherlock was no longer playing. She glanced round and then stopped what she was doing when she saw his expression. He suddenly flung the violin onto his chair and moved towards her, 'Molly the next line, what is it? Come on, hurry.'

'I...err...I'm not sure. It's years since I..'

He waved her off, as he made for his laptop, 'never mind, I'll look it up. Get my phone.'

Molly knew that something important had happened so she ignore his brusqueness searching through the pockets of his coat and jacket until she found it. He snatched it from her as soon as she took it over and immediately dialled.

'Lestrade, Sherlock, I know the next murder site. I'll be with you in fifteen minutes.' He hung up and threw the phone to Molly, 'text John, tell him to meet me at the yard as soon as possible.' He made his way to the bedroom to get dressed leaving a stunned Molly in his wake.

I'm aware that not everyone will be familiar with the song/nursery rhyme so here is a you tube link to a version. Doesn't sound creepy at all when you're thinking about Sherlock and the murders...no not at all ;) youtu .be / azAZoF0rxe4

You'll need to copy paste and remove the gaps for the link to work. As ever please feed my muse and review.