Hello readers! I'm pleased to announce that I know how this story will end! I always love it when I figure it out because it makes writing it so much easier. Well... Let me know how you like this chapter, I'm very pleased with what's going on so far.

Until next time!

Two days later and they were on a train to Verona. It seemed that Vincent's forgeries where better than they had anticipated, at checkups they wouldn't be questioned which settled their nerves a little, well it settled Molly's nerves at least. She wasn't entirely sure about Sherlock, the two had barely spoken since their kiss and she didn't know if she should bring it up...She kept telling herself it didn't mean anything that it was a spur of the moment kiss (If those existed). Molly was growing tired of this; maybe she was just putting too much thought into it...

"Molly." said Sherlock suddenly.

Molly looked away from the window and turned her attention to Sherlock who was laying down on the plush train seats, his hands were steepled under his chin and he didn't seem to be paying no thought to Molly. They were lucky enough to get their own cabin in the train this was good for both Molly and Sherlock; they wouldn't have to talk to anyone, including each other. The brunette opened her mouth to ask Sherlock what he wanted, but he quickly interrupted (typical)

"You need to shut up." he said casually.

"I didn't—"

"You're thinking... It's distracting."

Molly let out a huff of air and Sherlock turned to look at her, "I know what you're thinking about." he stated.

"Good for you." she huffed.

Sherlock lifted himself into the sitting position and eyed her curiously, "I kissed you because I wanted to."

Molly frowned slightly and bit her lip, "Oh..." she whispered, "Why?"

"Why did I want to kiss you?"

"Yes."

Sherlock shifted uncomfortably in his chair and ran his fingers through his fluffy curls, she could already spot black roots and she knew it would be time for another dye job; Molly removed her attention from his hair and focused on his face she was surprise to find her staring at her. The two stared at each other until a voice on the intercom announced that they were arriving, Molly noticed Sherlock let out a breath of air as he stood up.

"Sherlock." she began.

"We should gather our things..." he murmured.

Molly let out a sigh and nodded, the two quietly began to gather up their belongings.

Sherlock walked a few steps in front of Molly; he knew that the conversation about the kiss wasn't over. He didn't regret the kiss at all, but being in the situation that they were, he almost wished it didn't happen... almost. As the crowd of people grew thicker he turned his head to look over at Molly and without a word he slipped his hand over hers and pulled her close, the last thing he wanted was for either of them to get lost.

"Do you know what we have to do next?" ask Molly curiously.

The consulting detective pulled her to a small restaurant and sat them down at one of the tables in the back, Sherlock scanned the crowd of people for anything... anyone that seemed out of the ordinary. For once, Sherlock didn't know what to do next,

"You might as well get something to eat." he told her, "We might be waiting here a while."

"What about you?" she replied.

"Not hungry."

"Sherlock..." She said with a hint of irritation, "You need to eat too."

Molly let out a sigh when Sherlock didn't respond; instead he continued to look out the window. A few minutes later she returned with a tray with two sandwiches and two bags of crisps.

"Molly I told you—" he began.

"And I'm telling you to eat." she said in a firm tone.

Sherlock glared at her and she returned it, which surprised him. Molly's new found confidence was... pleasing. He finally nodded and Molly gave him a bright smile, she set the tray down on the table and handed him his food which he reluctantly took.

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The two ate in silence; occasionally Sherlock would point out something from a pedestrian walking by and smirked when he saw Molly look at him in awe,

"That never ceases to amaze me." she breath

Sherlock opened his mouth to reply, but a quick ping sounded from his pocket and he quickly pulled out the phone he saw an incoming text from a blocked number and he quickly opened to read it.

There's a car waiting for you it'll take you were you need to go. I'll see you soon. xI

A triumphant smile emerged on his lips and Molly gave him a confused look, "What is it?" she asked as she popped a crisp into her mouth a chewing it slowly.

"It's time for us to go."

He got up from his seat and pulled Molly up with him, he grabbed their luggage and hastily made his way out of the restaurant. Sherlock scanned the area, until his eyes settled on a red car, as they approached it the driver got out and opened the door before going back inside the car. The consulting detective let Molly slide in first before getting in the car himself; once he closed the door the car began moving.

Molly looked out the window, if it weren't for their current situation Molly would love to go explore the city. Verona was absolutely beautiful, the buildings were old and Molly could see the hard work put into them, the stories this city must hold. They crossed a stone bridge and Molly couldn't help but feel like a child again as she happily stared at the water and the boats underneath them, what it must be like to live in a city like this. It was gorgeous and thriving with life, it made Molly a little jealous; she wondered what it must be like to live a life with no worries. Perhaps when this was all over she would come back here and enjoy a little Holiday just by herself.

For the entire ride the two sat in silence, occasionally she would look over at him and catch him looking at her before turning over to look out the window. Molly bit back a smile; he really didn't know how to be subtle did he? The car pulled up to an iron gate, once it opened the car began driving. Molly stared in awe as the beautiful manor came into view. The manor was big and it seemed to get bigger as they drew closer, two columns sat covered in greenery leading up to a black door. The car stopped in front of the marble steps and Sherlock quickly got out, not bothering to help the pathologist out of the car. Once they got their things out the car it drove off, the pair then made their way up the stairs where the door opened and out came a red-headed woman wearing a tight black skirt and a green top, Molly wondered if that was Irene... A dazzling smile appeared on the woman's pink lips as she stepped out of the way to let them in. Once they were inside, the woman shut the door behind them,

"She'll be right out." she told them, "I'll have... someone take those bags for you."

Molly watched as she pressed a button on the wall and a pair of men came out from one of the doors, they took their luggage and retreated. Molly nervously fidgeted with her hands; the pathologist had no clue why she was so nervous. Perhaps it was because this place gave off such a... regal vibe. Everything was lovely and expensive looking; even the people had an expensive look to them. Molly could only imagine how horrible she must look.

"Stop fidgeting, Molly. It's annoying." Said Sherlock with a hint of frustration.

"Sorry." she whispered in reply.

The woman on the side giggled softly before opening a door to the sitting area, "You two can wait in here." she gave them a kind smile before making her way into the room the two men had come out of before. Sherlock eyed the room curiously before shrugging and making his way inside, Molly followed closely behind.

"She does like to keep people waiting." he said as he sat down on the plush couch.

"She does?" she asked curiously.

Sherlock turned to look at her, but his eyes focused on something behind her,

"Aw, I don't always make people wait." purred a female voice behind Molly, "I always make an exception for you, Mr. Holmes."