Hello readers! Sorry I've been M.I.A for a bit, mid-terms are a biiiitttcchhhh. I've also been stuck writing a paper, ugh. I swear it was like a billion pages, no more like... ten pages. Anyways! Thank you all for being so patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

He didn't know what came over him, his mind clouded. One moment they were laughing and retelling stories and then Sherlock just got an urge to kiss her, it was a feeling he had never experienced before he wanted her. But just how long had he wanted her? He had thought more and more about Molly as the days went by and he knew he was starting to see her... as more than a friend.

He heard Molly let out a throaty moan as he pressed her tightly against the wall she tugged lightly on his bottom lip before engulfing her lips against his once more. But then she pulled away, he could almost hear the whimper of protest that escaped her lips, it had taken everything in her willpower to stop them, the small brunette looked up at him.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked suddenly.

Sherlock ran a hand through his blonde curls and stepped back to get a better look at her,

"I..." For once Sherlock didn't know what to say, why did he kiss her? Was it the spur of the moment? No, he wanted to kiss her... Finally, he looked back at Molly only to find her frowning at him (Oh..)

"You don't owe me anything." she whispered.

"Molly... I—"

"Save it... I'm going to bed."

Without another word she walked passed him and headed to the bedroom, he heard the soft click of the lock and let out a sigh,

"Stupid... Stupid... Stupid..." he whispered to himself, "Why are you letting these...feelings take over you." he ranted quietly. It was dangerous, to let such feelings in, he vowed to keep them safe and he couldn't do that if there was... distractions. He wished he could talk to John, John would know what to do, John always knew. With another exasperated groan, the consulting detective headed to the door and exited their room, he needed air and time to think.

Molly Hooper stared intensely at the bedroom door, she didn't know what she expected to happen... Did she want Sherlock to burst in here and apologize? That was a bit un-characteristically of him, she knew it wouldn't happen, when she heard the front door open and close she let out a breath she didn't know was holding and pulled away from the door. Molly finally changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a plain vest, and began pacing around the room, trying to process what had happened earlier. Why had he kissed her? Maybe the stress of keeping them alive was finally catching up with him, it still didn't mean he had to play with her emotions like that... She knew he was aware of his feelings towards him, so why do something so... cruel? Molly rubbed her face tiredly and slumped on the bed,

"It was just a kiss..." she whispered to herself, "You're over thinking this... It didn't mean anything... Don't muck this up by making it awkward."

She nodded to herself and let out a sigh, how did she get dragged into this mess...Oh... Right... How she wished none of this never happened, she began to wonder what life would have been like if she never met Sherlock.

"No Sherlock means no Moriarty..." she whispered to herself, was that something she wanted a normal life? A life where men are of average intelligence and don't have arch-enemies. No, she liked it... she liked knowing people like that existed; she enjoyed the thrill of being involved.

"Oh..." she breathed, "Maybe there is something wrong with me."

Finally she pulled the duvet over her body and closed her eyes, she still didn't know how things between her and Sherlock would be in the morning but now she didn't care none of that mattered because despite everything he had kissed her actually kissed her! Molly feathered her fingers over her lips a grin appeared on her face and she snuggled closer to her pillow, he kissed her!

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Molly woke up to a soft thump coming from the other side of the door; she looked around in sleepy confusion and wondered what time it was. Maybe Sherlock was just getting back from whatever it was he was doing. The pathologist pulled the duvet off her body and slowly stood up, then she heard the thumping again, geez Sherlock was being awfully loud Molly hoped he didn't do something stupid like get drunk... or worse. A gun shot was suddenly heard and Molly let out a squeak of surprise, ok maybe it wasn't Sherlock. Molly's eyes settled on the door knob as it began to jiggle and she began to panic, she needed to hide! She hurried to the bathroom and closed it behind her softly she climbed into the tub and curled into a ball trying hard to make herself disappear.

Molly let out a low whimper as she heard the door kicked open, a series of gun shots were then heard and Molly placed her arms over her head to block out the noise, once the gun shots stopped she heard a voice,

"Oi! They ain't in here!" she heard the man shout.

"Are you sure? We were told they were stayin' here." replied the other.

"Maybe they... left?"

"Check everywhere they could be hiding!"

Molly felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest, she could feel tears streaming down her cheek. Where the hell was Sherlock! Oh god, she was going to die, they were going to find her and kill her. It was quiet and it was agonizing, Molly wasn't sure what was going to happen next she heard the door knob turn and she quickly placed her hand over her mouth to calm her breathing. This was it, she thought to herself all this running was for nothing, she was going to die...

"Molly?" she heard the consulting detective say.

Molly opened her eyes to see Sherlock standing next to the tub looking down at her. Molly couldn't help herself and curled up into a tighter ball and began sobbing in relief, she heard Sherlock let out a breath and climbed in with her, he pulled her close and Molly placed her face against his chest, welcoming the warmth and embrace of another person.

"It's alright, Molly. You're safe." he whispered, he began running his fingers through her hair trying to comfort her as much as he could, but all she needed was a good cry.

The laid in silence as Molly's sobs subsided, she finally looked at him and smiled weakly,"Sorry." she mumbled.

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked in confusion.

"For crying."

"You don't have to apologize for that, your life was in danger. Of course it makes sense to cry."

"Where were you?" she suddenly said, the two were still in the tub and Molly was in no mood to move, she enjoyed the closeness of being near someone.

"I'm sorry." he suddenly said.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"For leaving you."

Molly held her breath and nodded, "It's fine, just... don't do it again."

She heard him chuckle, feeling the vibration against his chest, "We need to go." Sherlock sat up pulling Molly with him, he helped her off the tub before stepping out into the bedroom. Molly let out a gasp, the bed was destroyed obviously from multiple gun shots,

"The must have thought we were hiding under the bed." she heard Sherlock say.

On the floor laid an unconscious body, Molly let out a yelp of surprise which caused Sherlock to look over at her,

"Oh yes... He'll be out for a while. The other one is in the other room, now grab what you need, Molly. We need to go."

Without another word Molly hurried to collect the stuff she thought they would need.

"Sherlock, I don't think he'll let us stay here..." muttered Molly nervously.

Sherlock pounded on the door again, until they spotted the hallway light up from the inside, Vincent opened the door and frowned at them.

"What the hell!? Wha—"

Before he could finish his sentence Sherlock walked inside, with Molly trailing behind.

"We need to stay here. At least until you're done without papers." instructed Sherlock.

"Oh no, no, no... What happened to that place you were staying at?"

"There was a... situation." stuttered Molly.

Molly retold the story and Vincent stared at them wide-eyed, "Oh hell no! You can't stay here! They'll find you I can't get mixed in this shit!"

Sherlock frowned and walked towards him, causing Vincent to step back, "Listen." he said calmly, Molly watched the horror intensify in Vincent's eyes, she didn't blame him one bit, "We're only staying here until you finish those documents so I suggest you get working on them. I can guarantee you that your services won't go un-rewarded."

Vincent nodded, "O-Ok, but two days! That's it." Sherlock gave him a fake smile and stepped back, "Do you have a spare bedroom? It's been a long night." Vincent nodded and looked over at Molly, "Down the hall the first door on the left are you two... Because, those sheets are Egyptian cotton I don't want them ruined with your... activities." he placed a hand on his hips and eyed them both,

"Oh, come on! I'm tired, can we not have this talk." muttered Molly angrily.

Sherlock smirked and looked over at Vincent, "You heard the lady." he took a hold of Molly's hand and led her to the bedroom, "Thank you, Vincent." said Molly before entering the room.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just hope this doesn't end me getting killed." he muttered bitterly.