Hello those who are still following along! They escaped yay! But what is Moriarty going to do!? Don't think he's done with them yet, I hope you like this chapter not much happens, more of Sherlock's internal struggle with... feelings.

Molly didn't know how long they had driven, but soon she could see the lights of a city up ahead. Sherlock slowed down as they entered the docks and quickly parked to the closest dock to them, he turned the boat off and quickly exited the boat, helping Molly out as well. The brunette stayed close to Sherlock as the two made their way into the busy streets. They could hear people laughing and chattering in the distance she wondered how long it would take Sebastian and his men to follow.

"How long do you think we have?" she asked Sherlock.

Without looking at her he said: "I don't know, until the sun comes up, they only had one boat."

Molly nodded, "That was stupid of them."

"They weren't expecting us to escape."

Molly bit her lower lip and nodded, "What are we going to do now?"

"We have to find a place to hide let's keep walking and find somewhere to stay."

"But we don't have money."

Sherlock looked at her but didn't say anything.

"Wait! We have money don't we? How?"

"I broke into Moriarty's study while I was waiting." he told her.

Molly nodded and looked up ahead, "We'll have to find somewhere soon I'm not very comfortable being out in the open like this."

Sherlock felt Molly lean against his side, he turned his head to look at her, she must have felt the effects of the adrenaline leaving her body and now she was tired,

"Molly." she heard Sherlock say.

The pathologist let out a sleepy hum from the back of her throat and tried hard to keep her heavy lids open.

"I know you're tired but you have to stay awake."

"Alright." she whispered.

The two had walked a while; he wanted to make sure they were deeper in the city before finding a place to settle down. He finally spotted a hotel, it wasn't fancy and it looked like it hadn't been repaired (or had costumers) in years, it was perfect. Sherlock led Molly inside where a woman sat watching television; she perked up when she spotted them.

"Hello!" she said in chipper tone.

Sherlock was glad that she knew English, it was late and he really didn't feel like dealing with the language barrier.

"Your wife?" she asked curiously.

Sherlock looked down at a half asleep Molly leaning against him.

"Sure. We need a room." he said a little too quickly

The woman laid out a sign in book and handed Sherlock a pen, he began to scribble down a random name while the woman went to retrieve a key. Molly in the meantime went to sit down while Sherlock tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter. The woman finally came back and handed him the key, without a word he took it and paid the room, before leading Molly to their room.

He opened the door to their room and turned on the light, the room wasn't bad but he was too tired to complain. Molly made her way to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, Sherlock sat down and began to think about what had happened so far. They had escaped, but now Moriarty was going to go after them, he knew he couldn't call Mycroft that's what Moriarty would be expecting. He ran his hands through his dark curls and let out a sigh, he heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, a few seconds later Molly exited the bathroom.

"We should try to get some sleep." she told him.

"You can have the bed."

"What about you?"

"Not tired."

Molly scowled at him and placed her hands on her hips, "When was the last time you had proper sleep?"

"...I don't know... A few days ago."

"Then sleep on the bed with me. Don't worry I don't have cooties or anything." she said with an eye roll.

"I don't need much sleep, I've-"

"Sherlock." she said with a hint or irritation.

Sherlock shut his mouth and nodded, getting up from his chair he walked over to the bed where he sat on the edge and began to slip off his shoes. Finally he laid down and Molly settled next to him a few seconds later, he turned off the light so the only light coming into the room was the colorful lights from the signs outside. Although his body was screaming for him to go to sleep, his mind was making it difficult for him to surrender, he hadn't realized how exhausted he actually was and it was all finally starting to catch up to him. And yet his mind was racing, he thought about everything, what Moriarty would do when he found out they were gone, about Molly...His eyes shifted the figure lying next to him, he couldn't see her face (her back was to him) but he could see the rise and fall of her shoulders as she took her breaths he almost thought she had fallen asleep, but he heard her talk.

"Sherlock..." she whispered.

"Yes?"

She turned around to face him, Sherlock could see her face now she looked frightened so vulnerable and...beautiful. Sherlock mentally cursed himself; it was no time to think like that, why was he thinking this all of a sudden? Maybe it was because he was tired... It made sense... He focused his attention back to Molly she took a breath before speaking.

"Will we be alright?" she whispered.

"Of course we will, I'll try to keep us safe." he began.

"I wasn't talking about that..." she muttered.

Sherlock suddenly understood what she was talking about.

"Molly..." he began.

"No, it was my fault I should have... never let him take you. It's my fault we're in this situation."

He could see tears forming in her eyes and Sherlock didn't know what to do, he wasn't good at comforting people it wasn't his area. Finally, he did the only thing he could think of, he slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him, he heard Molly let out a squeak of surprise.

"Molly, get some rest. We'll talk about this later... Sleep."

He held her tight and Molly nodded, "Goodnight Sherlock." she whispered against his chest.

After a while he could hear Molly's soft breathing and he knew she'd fallen asleep, once again his mind flooded with thoughts he looked down at the pile of messy brown hair and let out a sigh, what was going to happen to them? They needed to get out of this town and quickly it wasn't safe to stay here longer than a day. Finally, Sherlock's eye lids became heavy with sleep he pressed Molly closer, feeling the presence of her so close almost... comforting, he closed his eyes and finally let sleep take over his body.