Author's Note:Thanks so much for reading and hope you enjoy and please do review. I love hearing what you guys think.

Finally, I've gotten to a little crime solving. Please forgive me for anything that doesn't make complete sense. I learned all of my police tactics from L&O: SVU and NCIS.

Disclaimer: Please know that I don't own these characters. The world of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Moffat, Gatiss, BBC and, of course, Sir A. C. Doyle.

The cab pulled up to Molly's building and the men jumped out with John shoving some money towards the cabbie. They strode up to the front door noting that no one's lights were on in the other flats but also noting that the front door was slightly ajar. This sent the men into high alert.

As they quickly climbed the stairs to Molly's apartment, John drew his gun out from his waistband. He silently thanked the heavens above that he had the mind to bring it along. Sherlock reached the door first and turned around and glared at John as he made a barely audible scuffing noise against the wall as he crept up the final stair.

'John - the door...it's open as well.' Sherlock whispered.

'Careful!' John whispered back as Sherlock very gently pushed the door open.

Neither was sure what exactly they had expected but this wasn't it. They had expected men hiding behind the door or the place to be torn to pieces but instead all that seemed out of place was Molly's purse and keys on the table and a large vase of roses with a note.

John crept past Sherlock, who had stopped to read the note, to check the other rooms for intruders.

'All clear' John said as he walked out to the living room, flipping the safety on the gun and slipping it back into the back of his jeans.

'Anything disturbed?'

'Nope. Nothing...not even a drawer pulled out or a piece of paper on the floor.'

'That's what I concluded as well based on the dust in this area and around the books on the end table there. Nothing had been moved at all since Molly last left the flat, which means they weren't looking for anything.'

'Right. Well...' John said looking around the flat as he came down off his adrenaline high 'I guess we should take care of a few things while we are here.'

'Like what?'

'Well, for one we should grab her some clothes. She has been wearing the same thing for the last three days. Two, we should also feed her cat.' John said pointing to the bowls at the end of the kitchen island.

'Right... of course. She would have our hide if anything happened to that cat.'

'Agreed. Why don't you go put some clothes together for her and I will see if I can find some cat food.'

Sherlock walked into Molly's bedroom. It smelled of her perfume and he could see pictures lining the top of her dresser of her smiling with her brothers and her father. There were assorted knick knacks on the dresser and bedside table as well as a stuffed teddy bear, whose fur was worn thin obviously from her childhood, plunked in the middle of her made bed.

He walked to the closet and found a duffle bag at the bottom. He put it on the bed and turned to the dresser. She may not have had a sock index but at least she was tidy and everything was folded neatly and in drawers. He thumbed through her pajamas and workout clothes unsure what to to pick. But eventually his eyes focused and realized some clothes were worn much more often than others. These must be her favorites, pulling out some gray sweatpants and a overly large sweatshirt. He also grabbed a couple of more pairs of joggers, a pair of jeans and some t-shirts. How many t-shirts did she have with cats on them - Good lord. He shoved all of that into the bag. He went back to the closet and pulled down the cardigans that she wore the most. He went into the connected bath and grabbed her toothbrush and deodorant. 'She probably will want these, too' he thought.

'Almost done... now what am I forgetting... underthings...' he blushed slightly as a thought of Molly in her underwear popped into his head. He wiped it away and shook off the blush - he was merely trying to construct an image of her in his head to make sure he had everything she needed that she would wear - or at least that was what he told himself.

He went back to the dresser and opened the top drawer. It was filled almost completely with silk and lace. Women usually have some sort of extravagance in their life. For some it was the house they lived in or the car they drove, but it seemed for Molly, it was some store called La Perla based on the tags. He started pulling out garments. Sherlock sighed... how did he know what to pick. He then heard John chuckle from the doorway.

'What!?'

'Oh, just the look on your face. I have seen you face down criminal masterminds without a blink but put you in charge of picking out a girl's underwear and you are befuddled.'

'John - I don't get befuddled.'

'Based on the look of your face right now...Yes - yes, you do.'

'Fine - then you figure this out.' Sherlock said throwing the bits of lace back into the drawer.

'Oh, young Jedi... You have so much to learn.' John said with a sly smile. 'This top drawer for most girls are where they keep the really sexy things. The bits of lace and silk that make them feel ... well... sexy. If we go to the next drawer maybe we can find something that might be a little more Molly.' He opened the drawer underneath and it was filled with socks on one side and cotton panties and bras on the other. 'See. Now usually the things on the top are one's favorites since they are last washed. Let's take these and these' John said grabbing a handful of underwear and a few bras. 'Also grab some of those' pointing to the socks.

Sherlock just watched in awe as John stuffed everything into the bag and walked out the door with it. This man apparently knew his way around a woman's bedroom. Maybe it was that charm that had Molly seeking him out instad of Sherlock. No, it couldn't be just that. Sure - John was charming - polite - nice - respectful - a bit too self-deprecating for Sherlock's tastes - all traits Sherlock realized quickly he himself never seemed to have around her but ... but could that really be it? Really?

He watched as John pulled back the top of a can of cat food and started to put it into a bowl. Was it his looks? Sure - John was attractive in a rough and tumble 'I will pick up the milk on the way home, Honey' kind of way - even he could admit that. But would Molly suddenly be attracted to someone so safe and so in love with sweaters after being so infatuated with him and Jim for so long - both dark and mischievous? Maybe...

John put the bowl on the floor and Sherlock saw a streak of white fur run toward the kitchen. Toby. John scratched the cat behind the ears and looked up at Sherlock smiling. It was his eyes, wasn't it? People had told Sherlock in the past that his eyes seem to pierce into their soul. Sure... they intimidate but that's because they observe, he thought. But John's eyes were different. Soft...kind...showing every emotion and thought he had. It must be the eyes.

'Sherlock!' John said pulling Sherlock out of his thoughts. 'Did you hear that?'

'What?'

Just then they heard the sound of glass breaking.

John checked out the window and for the first time noticed a small greenhouse attached to the side of the building. As he looked, two lights seemed to float around within it ... as if someone was searching for something.

'There seems to be someone down there.'

Sherlock was next to him in seconds. He looked down and said as he turned and rushed towards the door. 'John - call Lestrade. It looks like Moriarty's men are still here.'

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Within minutes, both men stood outside the small greenhouse preparing themselves for what lay within the small room. John had his gun out again and stood directly behind Sherlock, who was peeking into a window.

'Joe, Moriarty said it would be here. Where the hell did that little bitch hide it?'

Sherlock stiffened at the insult but John put his hand on his shoulder to calm him.

'It's over here, Mick. I've found it. You go find the other plant and I will take care of this one.'

Mick audibly grunted and Sherlock watched as he crossed the small room to a table filled with potted plants.

Sherlock turned his head, locked eyes with John and nodded as he slowly and silently swung the door open.

'DOWN ON THE GROUND!' John yelled with his most authoritative voice as he ran in with his gun extended.

Both men turned around stunned. Joe then snorted and yelled 'Mick, take care of them!'

John turned to the man who must of been Mick since he was now rushing towards him fists held up. John's adam's apple bobbed. This man was huge. He had at least a foot on him height-wise, was almost pure muscle, and, of course, he was coming straight at him.

"Stop or I'll shoot!'

Mick roared and pulled his fist back to swing it. But, then there was the sound of terra cotta cracking, and Mick slumped to the ground. As Mick fell, John saw Sherlock behind him dropping what was left of the large pot he had just swung and dusting off his hands.

John swung around quickly to face the other man, Joe, but he was gone. In all that commotion, neither Sherlock or John had seen him slip through a back window on the opposite end of the room.

'Damn!'

Just then, sirens began to wail down the street and Lestrade bounded through the door.

'You're late.' Sherlock said to him not bothering to make eye contact as he looked at the man he had just hit with an insanely heavy potted plant.

'I'm not late. I had my best men on it.' He quipped back. He looked around quickly taking in the scene and said 'Okay, what have we got?'

'Two men working for Moriarty, Joe and Mick. After something in here. This is Mick.' Sherlock said kicking him to point him out to Lestrade.

'Jesus, John. Did you shoot him?' Lestrade said eyeing the gun still in John's hand.

'No...Sherlock hit him over the head with a pot.' John said as he stuffed the gun in his jacket pocket. He turned to Sherlock . 'What plant do you think he was after?'

'Isn't it obvious, John? This one.' he said pointing to what appeared to be a twig with what appeared to be a bandage around it sitting in an ornate, purple pot. 'You can see on the table that this is the only one that had been moved.'

'How?'

'The water rings. See here... you can see the water ring under the edge of this one but none of the others meaning he had just moved it before we came in.'

'And the other man?' Lestrade queried looking to his notepad 'Joe?'

'Obviously gone but it appears he has taken something with him. Hmm...that's an interesting one.' Sherlock said as he walked over to the plant that Joe had been at. It appeared to be a rose bush and it appeared that some of the smaller branches had been trimmed off. Sherlock saw the glint of something metal under the bush. He bent down and saw a pair of pruners. He stood back up and reached his hand out and ghosted his fingers over the grooves where the branches were missing. Almost all of the scars were wet with sap but one wasn't. Each was in the shape of a 'V'. He turned back to the two men. 'See here. Five cuts were taken from this rose bush. One is a few weeks old by the looks of it but these four are from tonight. The questions is why break into a greenhouse and steal branches off a plant?'

'Well, I know one person who will have the answer.' Lestrade said looking down at the man on the floor. "Donovan - Have the guys take this one down to the yard. Anderson - get your team in here and see if we can find some prints.'

'You'll want to check Molly's flat as well.' John said.

'Molly's flat?'

'Yes - This is her greenhouse, based on the handwriting on these tags on the plants and it would appear the men had been up there first before coming down here.'

Lestrade's eyebrows went up and he pulled out his walkie and spoke into it quickly. He then turned to John and Sherlock. 'Let's go.'

All three men headed up the stairs and into Molly's apartment. A few policemen were already in there dusting for prints.

'We haven't been idle, you know. We have already checked this place out for signs of a break in. The only things out of place are here on the table.' Sherlock said as he walked over to the table and pointed. 'Molly's purse and keys: both of which were stolen at the time of her rape.'

John and Lestrade both cringed at the word but Sherlock continued.

'And this vase of flowers and a note. The vase - obviously from a florist - with black roses - eighteen of them - fresh from today from the looks of them. The note - it appears is from Moriarty by the signature "JM" - simply says 'I'll see you soon.'

'Jesus' John exhales scrubbing his face with his hand ' Can you imagine if Molly had found this instead of us? She probably would have been hysterical.'

'How is she?' Lestrade said quietly putting his hands in his pockets and leaning back a little.

'She's in shock but she's healing. The bump on her head is coming along nicely...shouldn't be too much of a scar. I think it is the bruises that are the most startlingly but that just means...like I said...she's healing. She'll be okay. She just needs some rest and our support. I think maybe catching the guys who did this to her might help too. And I think we caught at least one of them today.'

Lestrade nodded. He then shook his head as he thought about Molly and walked to go to talk to one of the policemen who was photographing the flowers.

John picked up the duffle sitting next to the door and turned to Sherlock and said 'Come on. Let's go home to our girl.'

They both gave Lestrade a nod as they exited and went down the stairs to catch a cab.