Hello readers! Hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's a little long (warning you in advance) I was going to split it up into two separate chapters but I got lazy. Anyways, feel free to review... and enjoy the chapter.

"Hurry up, Seb!" whined Jim.

Sebastian manage with Jim's luggage while Jim lazily stood to the side playing a game on his mobile as he walked ahead of Sebastian. Jim was glad he was going back to London, he needed a Holiday...A Holiday from his Holiday.

"Don't you have people to carry this stuff for you?" huffed Sebastian.

Jim stopped walking and lifted up his sunglasses to stare at the tall blonde man, he noticed the bandage on his leg begin to stain red (Molly did warn him to be careful with it). He grinned and pulled his glasses back over his eyes.

"You are my people. Now carry my stuff."

He waved his hand and continued making his way to the dock, after hearing Sebastian let out of huff of air (In annoyance) he began trailing after Jim.

"So why are you going back to London?" he asked curiously.

"I can't leave Richard Brooke out of the dark for long can I now?" he grinned (although Sebastian couldn't see), "I've been getting constant emails about doing interviews on how I was hired by 'Boffin Sherlock Holmes' to pretend to be a mastermind criminal. And I just can't let those people down, they need me, Seb. And plus, we can't let Sherlock become old news so soon."

"What about the girl and Holmes?"

"What about them?"

"You're just going to let them walk around the house? What if she says something?"

Jim tilted his head in laughter, "Molly's to much of a wuss to say anything to Sherlock. She might thing the house is bugged and get paranoid."

"Is the house bugged?"

"No. I got lazy." admitted Jim, "Believe me, Seb. She won't say anything she'll probably avoid Sherlock until I return."

"And if she doesn't?"

Jim shrugged, "Scare her a little, you know how these things work."

The two walked in silence for the rest of the way, after Sebastian put his stuff on the boat one of the men began setting up for their departure, it didn't take long (speed boat) so within a few minutes the man was pulling away from the dock, Jim stood up and took a handkerchief from his pocket and began waving it dramatically (like he'd seen in old films).

"Goodbye, my love." he said dramatically, "I shall write to you if I don't die from the plague."

He smirked at Sebastian's eye roll; that man was so adorable, "Take care of my children! And don't forget to punish them if they misbehave!"

Molly woke up to the sound of movement around her room, she lifted herself up into the sitting position and rubbed her eyes, she made a face when she saw the woman from earlier cleaning her room.

"Uh… good morning?" She said awkwardly.

Molly was those types of people who felt uncomfortable when people cleaned up her mess, mostly because they never put things where she could later find them. She recalled a time in the lab where she was helping Sherlock examine samples of different kinds of vegetation around the area, she had left a few samples out while she went to get coffee and John took it upon himself to clean the table (He had thought Sherlock made the mess). She guessed he was just used to cleaning up after Sherlock... Poor John, he hoped he was ok...

The woman stared at her before going back to her cleaning, that caused Molly to frown, "I'm sorry, are you not allowed to talk to me? Hello?" she waved her arms dramatically (in hopes of getting her attention) before letting out a sigh.

Molly finally decided it was best to just go along with it and got out of bed, the second she was up the woman was at her bed making it, Molly was going to protest but was the point? Walking up to the window Molly realized Jim had been right about the weather it had cleared up (maybe he controlled it too?) She grabbed a change of clothing and walked into the bathroom to get ready for her day. Molly was relieved to find the woman gone when she exited the loo, suddenly she heard what sounded like an engine outside, she hurried to the window and out in the water she could see a boat (an actual boat!) Leaving the shore, she spotted Jim sitting on the back (so he didn't lie about going away).

Molly hurried down the stairs, hoping that Sebastian had gone with Jim to escort him to the boat, she walking into the dining room to see Sherlock (with no Sebastian) sitting on the table.

"It seems Jim has gone after all." she said casually.

Sherlock nodded, "It seems he has."

Molly bit back a smile and walked up to the table where she sat next to Sherlock his eyes followed her until she sat down.

"Have you seen Sebastian?"

"You're henchman has went to say his farewells to your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Are you sure? He seems really interested in you. I bet you two have loads of fun in your bedroom."

Molly frowned, what the heck was up with Sherlock? It wasn't like him to act this way, especially not with her. He knew that Jim was pretending so why did he sound...

"Wait? Don't tell me you're jealous?"

Sherlock remained quiet and turned his attention elsewhere, Molly almost grinned. Sherlock Holmes was jealous, but why? He never showed interest in her and she doubted he ever would.

"Does he sleep with you...?"

"No."

"Oh..."

"He leaves once I fall asleep, I think he gets bored." She admitted.

Sherlock nodded to himself while Molly reached over to get a croissant from the table, she took a bite of it and slowly began chewing. She knew they couldn't risk breaking character any longer in case they were being watched, so instead she leaned into the table and made a face.

"You know." She began, "There's a woman here and she's doing a terrible job cleaning my room, someone should try talking to her. Whenever I try they don't speak to me, I think they're afraid of me." She said innocently.

Sherlock nodded and leaned back on his chair, "Someone should talk to her. I'll see what I can do to fix that for you." Clearly he understood what she was trying to say.

The two stared at each other before they heard the kitchen door open which caused Molly to jump back a little and looked away from Sherlock, she turned over to see Sebastian plop down on the chair next to her. He eyed Sherlock and Molly suspiciously before shrugging it off and grabbing a piece of toast off the table.

"Good morning, Sebastian." said Molly cheerfully.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Please, I told you to call me Molly..." she told him, "...I take it Jim's left?"

The blonde man nodded and ran his hair through his blonde hair, "Yes, he just left a while ago... Molly."

Molly smiled before looking down at his leg, she made a face and frowned at him, "I told you to be careful with your leg." she said sternly, "I'll put some fresh bandages on later ok?"

Sebastian nodded and put more food on his plate, Molly (and Sherlock) noticed this but didn't say anything, Molly guessed that he'd been too busy to eat breakfast and who was she to deny the man food? Molly glanced over at Sherlock and shrugged he reciprocated by doing the same, eventually the two began to eat.

"So you know what you have to do?" said Sherlock

Molly and Sherlock leaned against the far end of the upstairs corridor, as the days went by Sebastian eventually got lazy of escorting Sherlock and Molly back and forth to their rooms and figured they could do it on their own (without them doing anything stupid). Luckily that made it easier for them to talk without having anyone watching them.

"Where's Sebastian?" she asked him..

"He went for a jog, I saw him leave."

"That means his leg must be feeling better?"

"We have a while before he comes back then. Just stick to the plan alright?"

Molly nodded and the two made their way downstairs, they spotted the woman (The same worker from before) enter the kitchen. Molly locked eyes with Sherlock and the two made their way to the patio. They had come up with a plan to distract the guards while Sherlock went to go talk to the woman (since she was obviously not going to talk to Molly) but to distract the guards they needed something convincing and that's when they came up with the brilliant idea of Molly faking an injury. Molly walked down the tiny steps and looked over at Sherlock who was leaning against the sliding door, he nodded slowly and Molly knew it was time, she couldn't see any guards out in the patio. They had figured out the guard's rotation schedule, there were four guards watching the house at all times, they didn't know if there was more throughout the perimeter of the house but they figured there was, it was still early in the morning so the guards would be inside helping take out the food for breakfast. Molly stared down at her feet as she walked to the last step, she had to make her fall convincing she took a deep breath and twisted her ankle causing her to fall with a loud smack she let out a loud yelp and began to groan in pain.

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Sherlock was inside the second Molly "fell" and entered the kitchen where two of the guards (and the woman) looked up at him in confusion.

"She fell!" he said loudly (and a little too dramatically), "Go help her!"

"Why can't you do it?" said one of the guards.

"Because, I'm not allowed to touch her you idiot."

The guards nodded and nudged the other one's shoulder; they both exited the kitchen leaving him with the worker. Sherlock observed her late fifties, scar on right hand (childhood injury), married (taking by the ring). Sherlock smiled kindly at her and walked up to her, the woman returned the smile.

"Do you speak English?" he asked curiously.

The woman shook her head and began speaking rapidly...In Greek. So maybe they were somewhere in Greece? Sherlock knew the common languages taught in Greece (English, French, Spanish, or Italian) and since she didn't speak English and the only other language Sherlock was fluent in was French he decided to give it a shot. He listened to the woman ramble in Greek before she quieted down.

"Parlez-vous français?" he asked.

The woman nodded happily, "Oui!"

Sherlock quickly began asking her questions, he found out that the reason she never attempted to talk to Molly was because she was afraid of her, apparently they had led her to believe that Molly was a murderer who had committed a series of crimes and was now in hiding, he had also found out where they were a place called Alonnisos a Greek Island that Sherlock knew had a small town nearby, but that wasn't where this woman (Delia) was from, she was from a city called Volos (also in Greece). She had gone on to tell him that a boat picked her up every morning and brought her over to the house, when he asked her where he could find the boat one of the guards entered and the woman scurried back to her work.

The guard kicked him out of the kitchen and Sherlock made his way back to the patio where Molly sat on the chair while the other guard massaged her foot a polite (but uncomfortable smile) was plastered on Molly's face, the man grinned at her and Sherlock could clearly see his interest in the pathologist. Sherlock glared at the man as he approached the table and cleared his throat causing the man to look up, the man made a face before standing up and going back inside the house leaving Molly and Sherlock alone. Sherlock sat across from her and looked over her shoulder at the sea.

"We're on an island called Alonnisos." he said quickly.

"Alon-what?"

"It's near Greece, Molly." he said with a hint of irritation.

Molly nodded, "Ok, did she say anything else?"

Sherlock nodded, "She says a boat takes her back and forth to her home in Volos."

"Volos?" she said questionably, obviously Molly wasn't good at her locations, she then said: "I saw Jim leave on a boat this morning"

"We need to find out where their being kept and how many boats are there... It's out only way out of here."

"I can try finding out from that guard." she quickly, but Sherlock gave her a scowl.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

But before he could reply she said, "So you see Mr. Holmes!" she said quickly, Sherlock looked over his shoulder to see Sebastian making his way towards them, "It depends on the circumstances in which the body is found." she said.

Sherlock nodded and played along, "Oh! That makes sense thank you for clearing that up for me."

Sebastian sat down and looked at them with a raised brow, "What are you two talking about?"

Molly smiled kindly at him and said: "Sherlock was asking me how long it took a human body to decompose, I told him there was no way of knowing and that it depended mostly on where the body might be located."

Sebastian crinkled his nose, "That's a weird question to ask."

"I'm sure you've seen a few dead bodies in your time." said Sherlock.

"I don't stick around long enough to see them decompose."

Sherlock shrugged, luckily Sebastian didn't ask further questions, he didn't approve of Molly's plan but there was a chance that it could work and they'd be one step closer to escaping.