Hello readers! I hope you're all doing well! I finally got time to post this chapter up... You get to find out what Moriarty was planning when he asked Seb to go back to London! Exciting stuff! I hope you like this chapter! Feel free to review! I enjoy reading your comments they make me feel all tingly with excitement.

They eventually made it to Vlore, to Molly's surprise, apparently Sherlock did know the way (she should really stop questioning him). After sleeping in the car (Well Molly sleeping in the car) they were safely on a ferry heading for Brindisi, Italy the next day. Molly watched the beautiful city come into view she could spot a castle and many old buildings in the distance she realized had gotten so worked up with escaping Moriarty that she almost forgot to take a second and relax and enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of her. Once they arrived to the harbor the two exited along with the rest of the passengers and headed to the shops to buy a change of clothing, Molly was desperate for a shower and some food.

They then checked in to a small hotel that had a beautiful view of the town, the pathologist now sat on the floor brushing her wet hair while she watched some telly while Sherlock showered. She continued flipping through the channels, since Molly didn't understand half of what they kept saying on the telly, she mentally cursed herself for not taking another language while in school. She finally found and English speaking channel and was pleased to see the news was on maybe she could actually find out what was happening in the world (other than trying to guess), she continued to brush her hair as she paid attention to the telly,suddenly her jaw dropped as a familiar face appeared on the screen.

"What the hell!?" she said to herself.

She grabbed the remote and put the volume up, she wondered what the hell Sebastian was doing in the telly. But he didn't look like the Sebastian she had encountered on the island, this Sebastian had brown hair (obviously dyed) like hers there was no doubt that was Sebastian. He was at a press conference, what was he doing there? Molly leaned closer and squinted her eyes, the place looked so familiar...and she could see them now... Greg Lestrade and Sally Donovan were sitting in the back, she could see a disappointed look on Greg's face.

"Please, I just want my sister back safely." sobbed Sebastian.

A picture of Molly popped up on screen which caused her to gasp, the male on the screen went on to say that Sherlock threatened to kill her if he said anything about him being alive... Wait...Sherlock!? They showed pictures of Sherlock, before going back to Sebastian.

"Please, he forced my sister to help him. I just want my little sister back."

One of the reporters interjected, "It's been almost a month since he presumably killed himself, why has it taken you so long to come forward?"

"I found out about my sister's involvement with Sherlock Holmes, but I was to late. He took her and threatened me with her life, said that if I said anything he'd..." he fought back a sob before continuing, "He's an abductor and he deserves to rot in jail!"

Other reporters began talking in unison asking Sebastian questions that caused Lestrade to get up, "No more questions. No more questions."

He placed an arm around a "crying" Sebastian and led him out the room, Sebastian must have picked up some acting skills from Moriarty...Molly muted the television and stared into space, she couldn't believe what she just saw...

"Oh my god.." she whispered.

"That's really clever." she heard the baritone voice say behind her.

She turned her head to look at Sherlock, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was staring intensely at the television, it took Molly longer to look up at his face she immediately blushed and turned her head back to the screen.

"This is ridiculous." she began, "Wait! This means people know you're alive." she told him

"Yes, they also think I abducted you. Thanks to your brother."

"I don't even have a brother!You'd think they'd do a little investigating."

"You know they won't, they're all idiots."

The room grew quiet before Molly let out a sigh, "If they find us... You'll get arrested."

"Yes, but you'd be returned home... We'd both go home." he told her.

"But Moriarty will still be out there."

Sherlock nodded and stared at her, "Yes he would, and we can't have that happening can we?"

"What are we going to do?"

Sherlock scanned her face before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him a few minutes later he came out dressed and walked towards the door.

"I'll be back."

And without waiting for her to reply he was out the room.

Sherlock walked down the streets of Brindisi, He had managed to get a message out to The Woman and now all he had to do was wait. He pulled down his hat to hide his hair and let out a sigh, he thought about what he saw on the television, about Moriarty and what he was planning. As if making him a fraud wasn't bad enough he had the world convinced that he had kidnapped Molly. He had them convince too, he recalled the look on Lestrade and Sally's face, Sally looked almost pleased, but Lestrade, there was still hope in his eyes, he had been one of the many people who always believed him a true... friend.

His thoughts went to John, it was clear (more like obvious) that John knew he was alive, he was clever and Sherlock knew (hoped) that John knew this was all somehow part of Moriarty's elaborate scheme. He entered a shop and walked down the aisle's until he settled on the hair dye products, choosing two random colors he headed to the cashier to pay, they would run out of money soon and that would cause a problem if they wanted to get to Verona...He wouldn't panic now, no he had promised Molly he'd keep them safe... But in order to do that he would have to get rid of Moriarty and with each passing day he became more difficult to touch, everyone believed he was Richard Brook the man had an immunity on him that without help it would be impossible for him to get to. He had to get in contact with Mycroft but he couldn't do it until he was sure they were safe.

Molly slowly ate the food she had prepared and looked out the window, Sherlock had out hours ago and she hadn't heard form him since, the little voice in her head was telling her everything was alright, but she was panicking, what if someone recognized him and he was being arrested at this very moment? What if one of Moriarty's men got to him? He would leave Molly alone, alone to deal with all this, she couldn't bare the thought.

She perked up at the sound of the door opening, she half expected it to be someone else, but relief flooded her when she saw Sherlock searching the room, his eyes stopped when they settled on her.

"Sherlock!" she squeaked, "Where have you been!? I was beginning to worry."

He shut the door behind him and took off his hat, "Please, you don't have to worry about me." he said with a smirk.

Molly got up from the small table and followed him into the bedroom where he set a plastic bag on the bed.

"What's that?"

"We have to change our appearances, we can't go running around looking like ourselves."

He grabbed the plastic bag and took her hand and led her into the bathroom where he sat her on the toilet.

"I need you to let your hair down for me."

Molly nodded and tugged the elastic band until her hair cascaded over her shoulder, Sherlock stared at her for a moment before nodding. Finally he reached inside the bag and took out a pair of scissors still encased in plastic. Molly's eyes suddenly widened,

"Wait!"

"Molly, we have to cut your hair it'll make you less recognizable."

"No, I... No, this is where I draw the line! I can't cut my hair."

"I know you can't, but I can."He let out a sigh, and began to take the scissors out of the plastic, "Plus, we don't have time to argue, if you don't want to go first then cut my hair."

He thrust the scissors in her direction and shoo'd her off the toilet where he then sat facing the wall. Molly nervously approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to fuck up."

"You won't 'fuck' up, it's just hair it'll grow back."

Molly nodded and grabbed her comb from the sink she ran it a few times through his curls before grabbing a few strands and cutting.

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Molly stared in the mirror at her shoulder length hair. She was a red head now, and it was...different. Sherlock emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his neck, his now blonde hair was fluffed and dried, Molly never imagined him as a blonde, but then again she never imagined herself as a red head head.

"You look...different." she told him.

"That's the point."

Molly nodded and walked to the kitchen, "You should eat."

Sherlock didn't protest and went to sit at the small table while Molly served him some food, she walked over to the table and set the plate down she gave Sherlock a gentle smile before turning on her heel and walking to the bedroom.

"Molly."

She stopped walking and turned her head to look at him, "Yes?"

"Could you... sit with me?"

Molly closed her mouth and smiled, she walked over to the table and sat across from him, the two sat in silence while Sherlock ate.