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'Molly?' John held her back so he could look into her eyes, 'Why was your door open?'

She closed her eyes and shook her head. 'It's broken. I broke my key in the lock earlier today and the door wouldn't latch correctly. After I heard the noise, I was too scared to put anything in front of it in case someone was hiding in the flat and I needed to get away quickly…' she looked up into John's eyes, which were filled with concern and disbelief.

'You could have called us or taken a cab to Baker St.'

'No… no – I didn't want to bother you guys about a broken lock. The landlord is coming tomorrow to fix it and I thought I was fine… I wasn't even scared. I had a crap day but I … I just wanted to be able to do this on my own and I thought I had everything under control.' She waved her hand dismissively 'But then…' he voice cracking 'I heard it… the noise and I got scared and called you right away.'

She went back to hug him but this time she heard a small mew from under John's coat. She looked up at him and then at the bulge near his hip that was moving. She undid the button holding his coat shut and opened it to see him holding a gray cat underneath. Not just any gray cat but the gray cat from that night. She could tell it was him just from the eyes.

'This little guy was the one causing the ruckus downstairs. It seems he must have went in there for some shelter and just knocked a couple of pots off the table. Seems he's just a little mischief maker.'

'Yes – that seems to be what they do, doesn't it…' she said as she took the cat from John to hold it to her chest. She stroked its back as she looked down to one of the only other true witnesses to what has happened that night and tears welled in her eyes. Her heart caught in her throat and the walls started to feel like they were coming in. She went and sat down on the couch letting out a shaky sigh. She closed her eyes as she felt herself tremble and a tear ran down her cheek. She pet the animal, which jumped down off her lap almost immediately.

She felt John sink into the sofa next to her. She looked up to him with bright eyes. He swiped the tear from her cheek and opened his arms to her. She quickly went to his embrace. Pushing her cheek into the wool of his sweater in hopes to feel his heart beat against it again to steady herself on the metronome of his being. This man was so solid…so steady…exactly what she needed ... not only at this moment she thought but possibly for ... for the rest of her life.

John enveloped her in his arms and bent his head to place his cheek on the top of her head just as he had held her before. He could feel the tremble of her body beneath his arms and he sighed.

'Oh, Molly.' He whispered and planted a kiss on her temple 'I wish… I wish…' he closed his eyes and shook his head not coming to the words he so desperately sought. Molly looked up to his face and saw his eyes closed. She drew her hands up to his cheeks and kissed him ever so softly on his lips. 'I know.' She whispered.

At the touch of their lips, electric coursed through them both. She trailed her thumb along his bottom lip looking into his eyes. She closed hers again willing herself to live in this moment and allowing all others to drift away. At that she leaned into another kiss.

This time John kissed back – tentatively at first but then almost as if a dam broke emboldened with more passion. She let out a small groan as he pulled her closer to his chest.

He tilted his head for a better angle and his tongue drew across her top lip seeking permission for entrance. She grinned against the kiss and parted her lips slightly. Their tongues collided and danced for what seemed like light years. The sound of blood rushing in their ears and their hearts pounding towards one another in their embrace was all that they could hear.

'Oh!' Molly exclaimed breaking their reverie as she pushed her fist into a spasm in her back.

'Are you okay?' John asked – his lips red and bruised.

She smiled meekly and her eyebrow twitched up slightly. She had done that… Oh God, this beautiful man.

'Yeah. I just need a better angle. This is killing my back.' She whispered.

She leaned back against the other arm of the couch and pulled on John's collar taking him with her. He smirked looking down at her. She looked completely and throughly kissed and her pupils were blown out with desire. He swiped a wisp of hair off her cheek and said 'My God, Woman. What have you done to me?'

She giggled but before she could respond, he was kissing her again. His hands ran up and down her sides. Hers went around his neck pulling him closer. His finally settled at the hem of her shirt. He pulled back for a minute, looking to her to see if he was moving to fast…if she was okay with all of this and she gave him a little nod.

She closed her eyes again as his one knee settled between hers and the other on the outside her right. He trailed kisses down her jaw and to her neck. His hands nimbly working on the buttons on her shirt. She gasped as he sucked on the pulse point on her throat.

'Oh, John.' She moaned.

She ran her fingers through his hair pressing him to her neck. He finally had her shirt open and trailed his fingers up and down her stomach and around her back splaying them along her spine to pull her closer. She arched to his touch. He continued his trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone to the top of her breast.

Just then John's phone rang.

He sighed and tried to ignore it. He continued his work only to find Molly had stilled underneath him. The phone having pulled her away from the moment.

'John, your phone… you should answer it.'

'No, Love. I am a little busy at the moment.'

'John, I think if someone is calling you this early in the morning it might be important.'

John sighed and leaned back on his heels, wiping a plam against his face while he gropped for his phone and his composure.

'It's Sherlock.' He said to Molly as he pulled it from his pocket.

'It must be important then. He never called…only texts.'

John answered the phone while he eyed Molly as she swung her feet to the ground and started buttoning up her shirt.

'This better be good, Sherlock.'

'John – Is everything okay? I thought you would have texted me by now.'

'Yes… yes, everyone's fine. Just a stray cat making some noise.'

'Good – I need you here now. There's been a murder.'

'What? It's 2:30 in the morning, Sherlock. Can't it wait?' he said – futilely since he knew the answer.

'Death waits for no man, John. Sorry but this can not wait. I need you here now. It's Mick – he has just been pulled from the Thames.'

'What!? But how?' John said disbelievingly. Molly's eyes jumped to his trying to read what Sherlock had told him.

'John – don't be an idiot. That's why I'm here and need you here… To figure it out. I'll text you the address. Please come at once.'

'Sherlock –' No answer. John looked down at his phone 'He hung up on me.' He said as he tried to process what Sherlock had just told him.

Molly reached out and touched his shoulder 'What happened?'

'It's Mick, Molly. The police just pulled him from the river.'

'Oh.' She whispered biting her lip. He studied her face for a moment trying to read her emotions. His adam's apple bobbed and he shook his head deciding he needed to take control of this situation. He stood up and pulled Molly up off the couch. 'Come on.'

'Where are we going?' she asked.

'I'm putting you in a cab to Baker Street' He said as he searched his coat pocket and then pushed his keys into her hands. 'and I am going to go and try and help Sherlock.'

She looked down to the keys in her hands and up to John. She could tell there was no use arguing and said 'Okay.'