Hello readers! Sorry this is so late! I was having writer's block ugh. So everyone knows Sherlock's alive by this point! I'm so excited! I hope you're all enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! Also a little spoiler for the next chapter! SHERLOLLY FLUFF AND LOTS OF IT! MUAHAHA! Feel free to review!

In a private office inside the Diogenes club sat Mycroft Holmes and a file of Doctor Molly Hooper everything from family background to her years at University, even a few files from when she began her work at St. Bart's, and yet there was no evidence of her ever having a sibling. And if Molly Hooper didn't have a brother then who was that man? The man accusing his own brother of abducting the innocent woman... As if finding out his brother was in fact alive he finds out he's gotten himself into a heap of trouble.

"When will you ever learn." he muttered to himself.

As he continued reading the file, he heard fast pacing footsteps outside he quickly deduced they were coming to pay him a visit. Just as he suspected, a few seconds later the door swung open and in came Doctor Watson.

"Hello, John. It's been a while." he said without looking up from the file.

"Mycroft, what the bloody hell is going on!?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Please have a seat."

John let out a sigh and went to sit down, "You're telling me you didn't know..."

"I didn't know my brother was alive? No, I did not."

"And Molly Hooper?"

"What about her?"

"Did he really..."

"Take her? Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Wait, So her brother was telling the truth?"

Mycroft looked up from Molly Hooper's file and closed it, he motioned John to take it as soon as he did John read through her file.

"As you can see, Molly Hooper does not have any siblings. She has one uncle, but he's distant and looks nothing like the man claiming to be her brother."

John scanned the file before looking up at him, "So what the bloody hell is going on? Do you know where they are?"

Mycroft pressed his fingers together and leaned on the desk, he shook his head before letting out a sigh, "I don't know... I have my people searching now. Whatever is going on I'll get to the bottom of this."

John nodded and put Molly's file on the desk before getting up, "I can't believe he's alive...I saw him jump..." he breathed.

"The sooner we find them, the faster we'll get this all cleared up."

John nodded before getting up, "I'll help with whatever I can." he told him.

Mycroft smiled and nodded, "We'll be in touch, John. Goodbye."

"Aw, aren't these cute!" squeaked Molly as she help up the tiny cat figurines.

"Lovely..." he muttered in a bored tone.

Sherlock let out a huff of air as Molly window shopped, it had been four days since the Sebastian incident, and five days since he tried to get in contact with The Woman. And Sherlock was growing impatient, he had become uncomfortable with everything, with waiting, with staying in one place for to long, and Molly... Lately Molly's presence had become a little overwhelming, not in a bad way... Or at least he wasn't sure if it was in a bad way... He caught himself staring at her more and actually enjoying her presence (Which was bad...in a good way?), what the hell was happening to him?

He suspected that he was seeking comfort because Molly somehow understood what he was going through (well not exactly...) in a way he was just glad he wasn't alone in this, Molly was the only comfort he had of back home, of being back in London with Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and John solving crimes and everything being back to normal... well his definition of normal. His thoughts went back to his friends it was likely that they knew he was alive, obviously. He wondered if how they felt, how John felt, was he mad? Relived? Sherlock let out a sigh and looked at the people on the streets going on about their days. Molly had suggested they went out and enjoyed the scenery, they've been cooped up in the tiny hotel and she wasn't as afraid now that they had disguised themselves. Sherlock reluctantly agreed perhaps the fresh air would help him think (Yeah right...)

"Sherlock?" she heard her say.

Sherlock turned around to look at her and rose his brow, "Yes?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Of course not. Did you forget the situation we are under?"

Molly frowned, "I didn't mean that you git. I meant... nevermind." she muttered.

Sherlock let out a sigh, "Out with it."

"It's just... You can tell me. I'm here if you need to talk, I understand you're under a lot of stress..."

As Molly began her long and tedious monologue, he attention adverted behind her where he spotted a man looking at them Sherlock made a face and watched the man motion him to follow before disappearing into an alleyway. Was this it? Should he go? What if it was a trap? He had to find out ...

"Sherlock, are you listening?"

Sherlock looked down at Molly, "Uh... Yes. Thank you, I will... be more open with you, I promise."

"That wasn't what I was talking about..." she muttered.

Sherlock nodded, "Of course... Hey! Listen! Why don't you go get us a seat at the café? I'm starving."

"You are?"

"Yes, go. I'll be back in a bit."

Before she could reply he pushed past her and hurried to where the man had gone to.

xXx

Sherlock cautiously made his way to the alleyway where the man leaned against the wall lighting a cigarette, as he got closer he could smell the tobacco goodness and it almost made his mouth water, god did he miss smoking... Sherlock shook the thoughts out of his head as he got closer the man pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards him. Sherlock suddenly stopped in his tracks as the man pushed past him and slipped a brown pouch in his hands, Sherlock looked up in confusion just as the man turned the corner. He slowly opened the pouch, inside were two stacks of money and a mobile his rows knitted together and he hurried towards the direction the man had gone but it was too late he had disappeared into the crowd of people. Just then the mobile began to ring, Sherlock slowly took it out of the pouch and looked at the ID, it was a blocked number.

"Of course." he muttered.

He pressed the talk button and held it up to his ear.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." the female voice purred.

Sherlock's lip twitched lightly, "Hello, Woman."