Hello readers! Sorry this took forever, I honestly don't have an explanation other than my laziness hehe. So in this chapter they escape! Yay! It didn't end up the way I expected but hopefully you all enjoy it! Feel free to review! I love hearing from you! I hope some of you are still reading! And I'm sorry I've been neglecting you I promise I won't let me laziness get in the way.

Sherlock laid on the couch with his hands steepled over his chin in his thinking position he then heard the door open and a pair of heavy footsteps walk up to the couch.

"Bloody hell! You're still here!?" said Sebastian in surprise.

"It would seem so." he replied in a bored manner.

"Well I'm going to sleep. Don't escape or anything... they'll shoot you."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Sherlock listened to the footsteps disappear in the other room but he knew it would be stupid of him to immediately go get Molly so instead he would wait, waiting was easy as long as you were patient and Sherlock was patient...(well sort of). Sherlock entered his mind palace, he would usually spend hours sorting through all the information in his head, sometimes it would take him days and he wouldn't even know it...unless John bothered him about food (who needed food anyways? Ugh, basic human needs). Sherlock sorted through all the things he had collected over the last few days, knowing their location, routing an escape route in his head, Molly, Moriarty pretending to be Richard Brook and further tarnishing his name, Molly... Sherlock frowned to himself, why was Molly Hooper clouding his mind? She seemed to invade his thoughts more often lately, was it because he felt better knowing she was on his side? She had still given his body to Moriarty... That was something he'd have to discuss with her later... But Sherlock somehow felt bad, why? Even he didn't know how to answer that...Somehow he blamed himself for putting her in this position, he had given his pathologist a big responsibility, he should have known not to do something so foolish when he saw her with him. He should have suspected why he didn't choose her. No... He couldn't have known that he would go to her, that Sherlock trusted her, that he trusts her... He tried to brush his thoughts about Molly away, her shy smile and the way he looks at him when she thinks he isn't paying attention...

"Stop it right now!" he told himself, "You have other things to worry about, forget sentiment it's pointless and it'll get you killed."

Sherlock mentally nodded to himself and continued to think about the plan in action. After waiting exactly an hour and fifteen minutes he stood up from the couch and walked up to the room Sebastian had gone in (twice) to take his phone call (obviously from Moriarty). Sherlock tested the door knob and smiled when he found it unlocked. He slowly pushed the door opened and entered the room slowly, the room itself was a small study, he could see a desk in the middle of the room, he closed the door behind him and began to look around for anything that could be useful to them when they left. Sherlock found stacks of money in one of the desk drawers which he quickly stuffed a few stacks in the various pockets of his ridiculous shorts (they would need money after all). He pulled one of the drawers to find it locked, Sherlock looked around the desk and grabbed the letter opener slowly he jabbed it in the key hole and lock picked the drawer, a smiled plastered on his face as he took the small revolver in his hands.

He didn't find anything that could come in handy to them so he knew it was time to go, Sherlock made his way up the dimly lit staircase and silently walked to Molly's room. Without knocking he entered her room and saw her form on the bed, he hoped she didn't fall asleep for it would make it more difficult for them to escape. Sherlock walked to the bed and looked down at her, her eyes were closed and she looked so...peaceful. He leaned in and brushed a few strands of loose hair out of her face.

"Molly." he whispered.

He shook her lightly and her eyes snapped open, "I wasn't asleep."

"Of course you weren't. Come on it's time to go."

"What time is is?"

"I didn't really check..." he looked around the room and spotted a tiny clock on the desk, "One in the morning."

He watched Molly rubbed her tired eyes and get up, Sherlock took her hand and began walking towards the door closing it tightly behind them.

Molly and Sherlock silently crept down the stairs, it was an old house so every step they took was another noise that the two didn't want. Sherlock let go of her hand and quickly walked over to the sliding door that led to the patio, he motioned her to hurry and Molly quickened her pace. It was dark outside and Molly began to get paranoid, she knew the guards were outside and what if they bumped into them? She let out a startled jump as she felt something take her hand, but relaxed when she noticed it was Sherlock.

Sherlock hurried them down the path that the guard had shown her early (maybe he had been following them after all). She could see the tiny boat house in the distance and then Sherlock bolted into a sprint taking Molly along with her, she cursed her short legs for making it difficult to keep up (curse Sherlock's long legs). Their footsteps echoed as they ran on the dock,

"HEY!" they heard a male voice scream.

Molly turned her head and saw one of the guards, a walkie-talkie in one hand and a gun in the other, her heart began to quicken and so did their running, as Sherlock opened the door they heard a gun shot and Sherlock quickly pushed Molly into the boathouse. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she quickly followed Sherlock to the boat, she could hear sets heavy footsteps on the dock outside.

"They're coming!" she said in almost a panic.

Sherlock took the key out of his pocket and turned the speed boat on, the motor roared to life and Sherlock immediately began to pull out of the dock, once they were out the door to the boat house was kicked open and in came the guards (along with Sebastian, wow that was quick.) one of the guards fired a shot in their direction causing both Sherlock and Molly to duck down.

"Stay down." whispered Sherlock.

Molly nodded and watched Sherlock stand up and pull a lever on the boat causing it to start moving, the boat then quickly began rushing through the water. Molly didn't dare look up adrenaline was still pumping through her veins and the sound of her heart pounding loudly made it difficult for her to think, her over whelming emotions and the fact that they had escaped... they actually escaped. And so Molly laughed, Sherlock looked down at her and gave her a look, maybe he thought she was going insane,

"Oh my god, we did it."

Sherlock nodded and sped the boat up, "We're not safe yet." he told her.

Molly sat up, "Do you know where we're going?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, you should rest."

But Molly couldn't possibly sleep, she was wide awake so instead she watched the island slowly disappear behind them the further away they were the safer she felt.