Molly turned around to see the body that belonged to the voice, her jaw nearly dropped at the beautiful woman standing in front of her. Molly just knew this was Irene Adler, and suddenly Molly felt intimidated. This was the woman who Sherlock mourned over for months; Molly always wondered if his feelings for her were more than he led on. John never told her anything because he didn't know, and now looking at her she almost understood why he would feel bad about her death, the woman was gorgeous! Irene wore a sleek black dress that went down around her ankles; Molly's eyes settled at the beautiful pair of heels that, if she wore, she'd probably fall and break her neck. The woman suddenly looked away from Sherlock and eyed Molly curiously before a grinned appeared on her red lips.

"You must be, Molly. I've heard so much about you."

"Y-You have?"

"Well mostly on the telly, your dear brother is desperately trying to get you back safely." She laughed before continuing, "I didn't know you were Sebastian Moran's sister... He always told me stories about how he killed his brother, I was never aware that he had a sister." she teased.

"I'm not his sister." muttered Molly

Irene ignored her and puckered her lips and placed a feathered touch on Molly's cheek, "Oh, but if I had someone like you I'd desperately want them back at my side." The woman looked over at Sherlock, "You didn't tell me she was so pretty." she cooed. Irene then leaned against her close enough so Molly could feel her breath on her neck, "I bet I can figure out what you like." she purred in her ear.

Molly felt a hand on her shoulder and she quickly stiffened, Sherlock pulled her to her side and glared at Irene, "That's enough." he said sternly.

Irene laughed softly and placed a hand on her hip, "Oh, you don't like me touching her? Is that jealousy I'm sensing?"

Molly looked up at Sherlock and saw his jaw clench, "Don't." he said in a tone.

"Oh! This is new." she breathed.

Both Irene and Sherlock stared at each other as if they were having a conversation that Molly was unaware of, which made her extremely uncomfortable. Sherlock was still holding on to her, rather tightly and it didn't look like he was letting go anytime soon. Finally, Irene let out a bored sigh and stepped back,

"I'm hungry, we should have dinner." She gave them a dazzling grin as if what she had said were some joke only she knew about, "But first... You should get settled in, you must feel awful after all that travel."

She began walking and Sherlock relaxed his grip, Molly gave him a questioning look but he ignored her, instead he followed Irene out of the room. Molly stood there for a few more seconds before letting out a huff of air; she feared she would never understand Sherlock Holmes.

xXx

After Irene showed her where she would be staying Molly was pleased to find her clothes already in her room. Molly decided to take a shower before dinner, the hot water immediately washed away the grime from her days of travel and she felt better and much cleaner. She let out a content sigh as she exited the steam filled bathroom, the second she looked over to her bed and let out a frightened squeak, only to have a grin appear on the woman sitting there,

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" she purred.

Molly clutched on to her chest and let her breathing go back to normal before speaking, "No, you just...startled me that's all."

Irene stood up and began circling her like a shark going in for the kill, Molly bit her lip as Irene settled in front of her,

"What does he see in you?" she said, it didn't sound like a question directed towards her, the woman continued to look at her before a hum escaped her lips, "Interesting." she muttered softly.

"What? What is it?" blurted Molly suddenly.

Irene shook her head and gave her a dazzling smile, "I'm just trying to figure out what makes you so special." She gave her one last glance before turning on her heel, "I'm sure I'll figure it out." and with that she exited the room, leaving Molly more confused than ever.

Molly quietly ate her food as Irene talked, mainly about Sherlock and his kidnapping of Molly and how there was a national search for them, Molly never expected for this to get so much attention, she knew that had more to do with Sherlock than with her. Apparently they had a screen shot from a CCTV camera of them at the train station back in Volos,

"So does that mean they think we're still in Greece?" she said as she looked up from her food.

Irene shrugged, "There's no way of knowing for all we know Moriarty knows where you are. Which reminds me, I'm leaving in a few days."

Sherlock looked away from Molly and focused his eyes on Irene, "Why?"

Irene grabbed her glass of wine and took a small drink, "I can't have Moriarty finding out I'm alive, the only reason I faked my death was so he couldn't find me. Helping you two was a big risk on my part and now that you're here there's a chance you're being watched and I can't have any of Moriarty's men seeing me."

Sherlock remained quiet while Molly took a small bite of her food, "So where are you going?" she asked curiously.

Irene leaned back in her chair and smiled, "I have a little place in Germany that's long overdue for a visit."

Molly nodded and turned to Sherlock, she noticed his food was untouched and Molly scowled, "Sherlock you should eat." she suggested.

"I'm not hungry."

His eyes caught hers, "Sherlock..." The two stared at each other silently arguing before he let out a sigh and picked up his fork to stab a few pieces of vegetables before munching them angrily, a smiled formed on Molly's lips before going back to her own food.

"If I knew it just took a pair of innocent doe eyes to get you to have dinner, I would have put up the act for you a long time ago, Mr. Holmes." said Irene in amusement.

Sherlock rolled his eyes before going back to his food.

After dinner the three retreated back to the sitting room from earlier, Irene sat across from them and scrolled endlessly through her mobile, while Molly sat beside him reading a book from Irene's library. Sherlock on the other hand sorted through his mind palace.

"Mycroft." he said suddenly.

Both women looked up to look at Sherlock; Molly was the first to speak, "What about him?" she asked curiously.

Sherlock glanced at her, "I should get in contact with him."

Irene suddenly chuckled and placed her phone on her lab, "You think The Iceman will drop everything to come help his little brother?"

"It's worth a try." said Molly.

Irene scoffed and went back to her phone, "The man is cold, and he probably believes all those things that are being said about you."

"I doubt it." he retorted.

"Oh? What makes you believe that." she asked.

Molly set her book down and grinned, "John Watson."

"What about Dr. Watson?"

Both Sherlock and Irene were looking at Molly, a look of amusement on Irene's face and a look of interest in Sherlock's. Molly shrugged and stood up, "John knows Sherlock better than anyone. I doubt he'd believe his best friend would... kidnap someone or at least not without a purpose. So, I'm pretty sure he'd know something is wrong, and where would he go?" she looked at Sherlock before continuing, "He'd go to the only other person who knows Sherlock better than he does and that's his brother. I'm sure he'd wipe any doubts about Sherlock out of Mycroft's head, so they're probably working on something as we speak."

The two stared at her for a moment, before Irene looked at Sherlock, "Oh I see why you like this one now." Molly shrugged and gave them both a friendly smile, "I'm going to bed, thank you for letting us stay here, Irene. Good night." she grabbed the book from the couch and began walking out of the room, Sherlock kept his eyes on her until she was out of the room.

"You like her."

Irene's voice turned his attention back to the woman; he rose his brow and leaned against the couch, "Of course I do why wouldn't I like her?" he scoffed

Irene studied him for a bit before grinning, "You know what I mean, you… fancy her."

Sherlock remained quiet, "Oh so you do fancy her?" she confirmed

Again, Sherlock remained quiet, "Aren't you going to say anything? Cat got your tongue... Or in this case, mouse." she laughed at her joke and Sherlock rolled his eyes,

"Tell me, how do you... deal with these things? I'm truly curious, come now Sherlock. Don't be afraid to tell me, it'll be just between us... this little... girl talk."

Sherlock let out a sigh, "Lately... I have felt... different towards Molly. I am inexperienced with these types of feelings and I don't know what to do, I find myself angry not at her, but at myself. I don't think it's neither the proper time nor place for me to start developing... feelings, especially towards Molly."

"And why not her? Clearly she likes you." replied Irene with interest.

"Because I don't deserve her, I'm no good for her. She won't find happiness with me; I don't think I can give her what she wants."

Irene shrugged, "I'm sure she doesn't care for any of that."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you are new at this." she shifted in her seat and removed her heels, "She cares about you, and I'm sure you'll put her through hell a few times. But she won't care because all she wants is you and you're right, you don't deserve her she's entirely too good for you. You're just putting too much thought into this, Molly will be happy because all she wants is you."

Irene stood up and made her way towards the door, "Don't be afraid to let someone into that barrier of yours." Irene gave wink before leaving the room.

Sherlock let out a huff of air and pressed his hands against his chin, was he putting too much thought into this? Was Irene right after all... He never thought he'd see the day where he asked himself if Irene Adler was right... There was definitely something wrong with him. Finally, Sherlock stood up and made his way up the stairs, instead of heading to his room he slowly entered Molly's. He could see Molly's form in the dimly lit room, he spotted the book she had read earlier downstairs on the bed side table. Sherlock listened to her soft breathing as he contemplated what to do next, there was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and Sherlock had no idea what it was... After internally debating with himself he finally closed the door behind him and walked over to the empty side of the bed, he took off his shoes and laid down on the bed. Molly let out a sleepy groan as she turned around to face him,

"Sherlock?" she said in a groggy tone.

"Go back to sleep." he whispered.

"Is everything alright?" she rubbed her tired eyes and gave him a confused look.

Sherlock nodded as he thought about how beautiful she looked now, he cupped her cheek and smiled softly, "Everything's fine."

Molly nodded and pulled back the duvet allowing him to slip into the warmth underneath, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closed allowing her to snuggle against his chest, after a few moments Molly went back to sleep. Sherlock listened to her soft breathing and closed his eyes; he wondered if he was making the right choice by finally letting his feeling for Molly come out, he just hoped he wasn't making a mistake.