Hello lovelies, I must say I wasn't expecting reviews already… They were a nice surprise thank you. Here is the next chapter for your enjoyment. ShellyMay

Business

Molly was aware that her skin had blossomed red as she helped him undress. As she wet another cloth, handed it to him, their hands touching for much too long as he struggled with his grip, then as he trailed the cloth over his neck, chest and as much of his shoulder as he could manage. It became apparent that she would have to clean where he could not reach. Biting her lip she took the cloth and moved around to the smooth, contoured plains of his back.

When it came time to remove his trousers Molly couldn't cope with the silence weighing her down so she blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Business."

"Hmm?" Sherlock rumbled smoothly.

"What was the business that Mycroft was talking about before?" Molly asked, breathing deeply and doing her best to avoid looking at his pants.

"You're coming with us." He said simply, unfazed when she froze slack-jawed.

By the time she had snapped out of it he'd got his trousers mostly on and was attempting to put an arm through his shirt. Quickly she helped him, buttoning it up before allowing him to tuck it in neatly and do his trousers and belt up. As he stood on his own and much steadier this time she spoke. "I can't Sherlock. I have a life here. Our friends are going to need me. I have my job, I have Toby. I can't just disappear."

"Molly this isn't up for discussion. By asking for you to assist me I have placed you in great danger. I jumped off the roof to save three of the people that I care about, that form my 'heart' as Moriarty so sentimentally put it. This is what I have to do to save the one person he forgot. Moriarty has a network out there. He was the centre of a web with over a thousand strings. Surely they will realize something."

"Sherlock." Molly breathed a frown creasing her forehead.

"And to be completely honest…" He looked like he was struggling to say it. "I'd like a connection to my old life while I'm gone."

She was aware he'd probably said it to manipulate her, but it worked, there was never a day when it wouldn't. "Toby comes too; it'd look weird if I just went away without my pet or belongings and I still get to keep contact with everyone, if not for my sake then for theirs. We are a family Sherlock and a family grieves together."

"Alright." He nodded slipping on an almost identical version of his ruined belstaff. The only thing his brother had missed was a scarf.

They slowly returned to the lab, Sherlock walking without her support although rather slowly. "Ahh, brother. You look well for a dead man. Thanks to Miss Hooper no doubt." His smile sent shivers of discomfort down Molly's spine, a motion she was sure Sherlock noticed out of the corner of his eye because he stepped forward slightly.

"Molly has a few conditions. I can't see a problem in any of them so I trust you can make the arrangements. Surely your lackeys are competent enough to deal with collecting her possessions from her home along with her cat Toby and move them to our safe house."

The second blur began; signing papers, talking out details, being ushered into a sleek black car and whisked away into the night. Gliding smoothly along the road Molly lost the fight to stay awake as her adrenaline finally waned. Sandwiched between Sherlock and Anthea left her one viable option left and she slumped in to Sherlock, not caring when he stiffened uncomfortably.

When she woke up Molly didn't know where she was. Just that she was clutching the world's only consulting detective. As soon as her sleep ridden mind processed that thought she sat bolt upright in the pale light that signalled dawn.

The bed was huge, soft and clearly expensive. Molly looked back towards Sherlock and the events of the past twenty four hours caught her brain in a rapid fire of images. "Where are we? Why was I holding you while I slept?"

"We are at our new safe house, as for while you were holding me, you wouldn't let go after I carried you in here." He said looking at me intently.

"Oh sorry about that, that can't be pleasant for you, what with you aversion to physical contact and the fact that you probably have bruising around your ribs and abdomen as a result of your fall." Molly was bright red by the time she'd finished speaking but she couldn't seem to help it. If she was going to live with him she would have to get herself together. "Can we go to the kitchen? I think I need a cuppa."

He nodded and swiftly rose from the bed.