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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.
John woke in a start when the boat he was sailing in his dream suddenly came upon a squall and flipped over. It appeared that the squall's name was Sherlock, who was bent over his bed shaking his shoulder.
'What time is it?' John asked groggily wiping the sleep from his eyes.
'Around 1:00 AM' Sherlock replied shoving John's phone into his face, 'You left this downstairs and I will not answer it for you again after what happened last time.'
John took the ringing phone and saw it was Molly.
'Jesus, Sherlock. You should have just answered it.'
'She wanted to talk to you not me. You're better at dealing with weeping women anyway.' He said turning away and closing the door behind him before John could ask him how he knew she would be weeping.
'Hello? Molly? Is everything okay?'
'John?' Molly whispered her voice cracking.
'Molly? Are you okay? What happened?'
'I heard a noise. I'm…I'm so scared that their back…' She whispered, her breath hitching as though she was holding back tears.
'It's okay…I need you to calm down. Was the noise coming from inside or outside your flat?'
'I don't know… Outside, I guess, from the greenhouse. John? Will you come over? Please?'
'Of course. Of course, I will. I am already on the way.' John said as he pulled on his clothes, 'Just sit tight. I'll be there in ten.'
'Okay.' She hiccupped as she hung up.
He pulled on his shoes and rushed down the stairs for his jacket. He glanced over at Sherlock as he put it on and said 'Molly's heard a noise right outside her flat. I'm going to go take a look.'
'I'll come. Let me just grab my coat.'
'No – It's okay. I got this.' He said behind him as he ran down the stairs to catch a cab.
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He had the cab drop him off around the corner from Molly's building, trying not to alert any potential burglars at the sound of a car. He ran down and around the corner to Molly's and quickly accessed the house. Only one light was on – Molly's. Were her neighbors never home? He needed to get her some place safer than this…some place at least with neighbors who were home every once in a while so that she could turn to them if she couldn't get a hold of him or Sherlock. He sighed shaking his head and pulled his gun from his waistband.
He moved quickly and as stealthily as possible to the front of the building, using the corner to cover him as he peeked around to the side where the greenhouse lay. He watched it for a minute to see if he could see any lights inside or even a silhouette from the street lamps. But he didn't see anything.
Suddenly, he heard a crash from inside, like a pot being thrown. He pulled his gun up from his side and, while keeping close to the ground, approached the small building. He peeked into the window. Luckily, the street lamp did shine in enough that he could see in but he didn't see anyone. He tried the knob on the door and it didn't seem to be locked, so he swung it open as forcefully as possible and stormed inside. Nothing… he looked behind the door, in the tool shed and behind the benches, but all he found was two broken pots on the floor and the still broken window that Joe had escaped through. Then he heard a pot shift behind him. He whipped around and aimed the gun at the noise. Down the barrel, he saw a cat… a gray cat with green eyes… who was looking up at him and purring. He pulled his gun back with a laugh.
'You little monster.' He said as he put his hand out to rub the cat behind the ears, 'Are you the one causing all this trouble?'
The cat purred, rubbing its cheek against John's hand. It moved closer to the edge and jumped down from the table. It rubbed up against his leg and wrapped its tail around it.
John stooped down and picked up the animal. He could feel its bones through its fur. Poor thing just need some food. He stuck it into his coat to keep it warm and held it against his side as he left the greenhouse and ran up to the porch of the house. The front door was propped open with a phone book. John sighed again as he pushed the door open. Definitely needed to get her out of this building and into a more secure flat.
He ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. It opened a crack as he struck it. His stomach dropped. He splayed his hand onto the door and pushed it further open.
'Molly?' he whispered.
'DIE YOU BASTARD!' Molly screamed as she jumped from behind the sofa with a knife.
'WHOA!' John blurted out as he turned towards her and grabbed her wrist. The knife clattered to the floor as Molly gasped realizing it was John and not Joe or Moriarty. John grunted as she tackled him with a hug. She was shivering and crying.
'John…oh, John. I'm so sorry. I thought you were him…'
'Hey, it's okay. Normally, people don't greet me with a knife but it's not the first time and I'll let it slide just this once.' He chuckled into her neck trying to break the tension with a joke as he rubbed circles into her back. 'But I do have one question for you... If you heard a noise downstairs and you were this scared, why on God's green earth is your door open?'