Did I leave you hanging? Aww, well I'm back whether you like it or not! Chapter 5 here we go!

'Is this some sort of sick joke?' John asked Moriarty. 'You think I'm going to be distracted by a fake Sherlock? Let Molly go. Now.' John said trying to disguise the quiver in his voice.

'Lights.' The Irish man shouted, a moment later the pool lit up, as did Molly with Sherlock's scarf wrapped around her mouth, as did Moriarty wearing a wicked grin. As did Sherlock.

'What the...' John forgot how to form words.

'What's up Johnny boy? Sherlock got your tongue? Wouldn't be the first time I suspect.' Moriarty chortled, grinning. Molly made a noise of protest and began to struggle to get out of the bounds that tied her arms and legs together. 'You know, now that I think about it, you may have to share his tongue with this one over here. I've been spying. You know I love to people watch.' Moriarty crouched at Molly's side and began twirling her hair. Not out of affection, but out of control.

Sherlock is alive, that is him. Why didn't he tell me? Why has he been snogging Molly Hooper? Why did he choose her over me?

'Sherlock that is you right?' out of all these questions, John stupidly asked this one. He was given 'the look' from Sherlock and although he never thought it would happen, he was actually thankful to 'the look' for proving that t was indeed Sherlock stood before him.

'John of course it is me. I need to explain, I know and I am so sorry for what I put you through.' Sherlock kept his eyes on Johns.

'Well Johnny, our little detective has been a little bit naughty you see.' Moriarty went on to explain how Sherlock only pretended to die and how he now had to pay for what he had done. 'I promised to burn the heart out of him and that is what I will do. Okay, so Sherlock offered himself in place your life as well as hers.' He said pointing at Molly. 'But you see Molly here offered her life in place of your life and Sherlock's. Neither of them can make a decision, so here is what is going to happen. You are going to get to choose who I kill! Aren't you a lucky boy John!'

'Choose me.' Sherlock said immediately. 'You've been dealing with my death already John.'

Molly made a noise of protest, struggling harder now. Jim walked over and removed the scarf from around her mouth, allowing her to speak.

'No John, you can't give consent to kill the greatest mind on the planet. Think of the criminals that will get away.' She tried persuading.

John was a moral man, he was a doctor for crying out loud, he was meant to be saving lives. He looked between the two and hit himself when he realised that he would choose Sherlock in a heartbeat. Little did he know that somewhere in Sherlock's mind a light bulb came on.

'Do as she says John, save me.' Sherlock said. 'Save me and let him burn Molly, it is the right thing to do, after all I have a superior mind, it would be for the best.' John looked at the man like he was crazy. This wasn't Sherlock. Sherlock was cold, but not this heartless.

Sherlock gave John 'the look'. Well John never liked that look, but in this situation 'the look' meant 'I have a plan and you had better go with it.' John looked at Molly who looked like she was going to cry, either because she was about to die or because Sherlock just betrayed her and dismissed her with such a bitterness that she couldn't comprehend.

'I...I choose Sherlock.' John said without really understanding what the detective had in mind. Jim turned to undo Sherlock's bounds and John tried to shoot Molly a 'don't panic, we've got this' look, which he was pretty sure cam out as a 'lol I picked Sherlock over you' look judging by the fact that she started silently sobbing. Sherlock walked over to stand by John as Moriarty wrapped Sherlock's scarf around Molly's neck and pulled out a small metal box.

'Do you like it?' Moriarty asked smiling at the contraption. 'It's my fire starter, I set a timer and when it reaches zero, it's going to shoot a fire ball straight at little Molly here. You see this little thing here?' he asked pointing at a small break in the metal. 'This is a motion sensor, whoever it is targeted at, it will shoot wherever they are, so even f she manages to shuffle around with her arms and legs bound together with complex locks and strength steal, which you have no hope in hell of removing, then it will move with her.' By this point Molly looked absolutely petrified. 'Well I know you know I don't like getting my hands dirty, so I'll leave you boys to enjoy the show!' he said strolling out of the pool.

Sherlock looked at the timer. They had thirty seconds.

'Moron. Who burns someone by a swimming pool?' he said, then running into action. 'Quick John, help me lift Molly.' John and Sherlock rushed to Molly's side and grabbed and arm and a leg each. 'Hold your breath and jump on three, keep Molly up, she can't swim.' Sherlock said as the three made their way to the edge of thee pool. On three the jumped and began making their way to the side furthest away from the fire. 'In five seconds Molly, take the biggest breath you can and me and John will pull you under the water, this way the fire will have been out before it can reach you.'

'Sherlock I'm scared.' She whispered.

'Don't be.' He said, holding her hand more firmly. 'Okay under in 3,2,1.'

John and Sherlock pulled Molly below the waters surface to stop her burning. When they came back up, the coast seemed clear and the screen on the weapon was blank. Molly started coughing suddenly and Sherlock sprung into action.

'Molly are you okay? Are you having a panic attack? Did John hold you under too long?'

'Hey I know I just found out you're alive but I won't hesitate to strangle you.' The doctor interjected.

'I'm fine Sherlock honestly, just a little shaken up.' She said smiling at him.

'Look Molly, I am so sorry , I would have let you go but I don't think you and John would have been able to lift me up and it would have been to late by the time I had explained the plan and...' Molly cut the detective off by allowing her lips crash down on to his. Sherlock was shocked for a moment at the gesture. Why was she kissing him after a near death experience? Feelings, he would never understand but will be grateful for. He kissed her back, suddenly realising that it was out of relief. Relief that she was alive, a relief that everyone was safe. Molly pulled away blushing slightly as John coughed so that they would remember his presence there.

'Well, you two can err, talk when we get home.' John said awkwardly, but inwardly pleased that Sherlock just had a romantic encounter.

'Wait, where is home?' Sherlock asked looking at John, then at Molly. 'Where am I going to live?'

OOH, mini cliff-hanger! Please review and let me know what you would like to see happen!