A few minutes sat in silence with Sherlock was too much for Evie to bare

"When did my dad say he is coming to get me?" Evie questioned even though she knew. But still Sherlock was silent not even a glimpse of emotion flickered across his face. The two were again plunged into silence before Evie spoke again "I'm sorry" was all she said but Sherlock turned on her like her apology was somehow an insult

"Why are you sorry? It's me who should be sorry but no I can't be I am incapable of such an emotion. I have said sorry a thousand times but he won't forgive me! Why won't he forgive me!?" Sherlock buried his head in his hands out of embarrassment of his sudden outburst welts Evie sat in silence and looked at him. After a short while she spoke in a clam comforting voice.

"It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done Sherlock. He does forgive you I know he does you are his best friend." Evie said trying to make her words as soft as possible. "Look I'm going to get my dad to come get me now. It was grate seeing you uncle Sherlock and again I'm sorry about… ya know and don't worry I'm not going to say a word. After all there no point in making anything any worse." Evie smiled at him as she made her way toward the door.

"When did you get so grown up" Sherlock chucked a sad kind of chuckle the kind that is meant to hide all other emotion but to those who know the person best fails in its duties.

"Sometimes you have to grow up Sherlock" Evie said in a small whisper as she walked out the door. Sherlock returned his head to his hands and ran them though his hair as he gave a sigh.

About 15 minutes later the familiar sound of johns footsteps came up the stairs, he stood in the door way scowling at Sherlock who was still sat with his head in his hands in the way that suggested that if he was to let go it would fall off and role across the floor. John suddenly read his body language and his frown was replaced with concern.

"You okay?" he questioned cheerily

"Fine" Sherlock replied

"You sure" john persisted

"yes." Sherlock insisted "you're here to get Evie" he continued

"Umm... yeah she rang me. You sure you're alright?" john questioned again and the annoyance on Sherlock's face began to show so john let it go. "Well we best be off then. See you soon and thanks for looking after her she loves it" slowly john left the room with one last glace over to Sherlock and made his way down the stairs.

Sherlock was soon joined by Mrs Hudson who scuttled about as she always did with random tales of her day and the lives of others, she was more then used to Sherlock not listening to her but something was different, not quite right about him but she said nothing. She had learnt not too .she merely made him a cup of tea said and left.

Sherlock sat again in silence before getting up getting his coat and leaving. Not a word to anyone of where he was going just a 'don't wait up' to Mrs Hudson as he strode out the door.

'Where you heading sir' the cabby asked and before he even thought about it molly's address fell from Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock was still unsure why he was there as he knocked on the door but still he did not turn away.

'Sherlock?!' molly exclaimed almost startled 'what are you doing here?!' she questioned

'I'm not quite sure molly. I just knew I had to be here.' Sherlock's voice was a stern as ever but his face told a different story.

'Umm….. Come in just give me a second to clear something up. Just- just wait here' she said as she disappeared inside. Soon there was the sound of raised voices from inside

'ARE YOU KIDDING ME MOLLY!' an unknown male voice boomed

'I'm sorry okay he- he has just had a bad day okay' molly's voice was shaking as she spoke

'HE IS ALWAYS HAVING BAD DAYS THAT'S WHO HE IS! DON'T YOU SEE IT! ARE YOU THAT THICK!' the voice yelled again and Sherlock could hear the tension building

'Look calm down he-'

'I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES OKAY! GET OUT OF MY WAY IM OUT OF HERE' he yelled again witch was soon followed but a scream and a boom. Sherlock immediately stormed inside to find molly in a heap on the floor as the offending man strode out of the room. Sherlock swung at him and clipped him right on the chin which knocked him out right away and sent him hurtling towards the steps. Sherlock stood over the man fists still clenched his anger soon grew in to the expression of horror.

'Sherlock' molly's voice trembled as tears flooded her eyes and trickled down her cheek. Sherlock looked over to her as she stood in the doorway. He fell back agents' the wall as molly ran over to the unconscious man on the stairs.

'Ethan- Ethan can hear me!?' molly chimed as she taped his face. He soon gave a moan as he rubbed his chin and sat up.

'He's a fucking psychopath!' Ethan exclaimed

'High functioning sociopath achy' molly chuckled but her joke was met by silence from both Ethen who had now manoeuvred himself unsteadily to his feet and Sherlock who remained slumped against the wall 'I guess you should be going Ethen, I'm really sorry about tonight.' Molly added apologetically as she showed him to the door.

Molly shut the door behind him and gave a sigh as she looked to Sherlock who was still sat on the floor looking up at molly in the way a child does when they have done something bad and are trying not to get in to much trouble.

'I'm sorry molly' Sherlock sulked

'Its okay don't worry' molly walked over and sat on the floor next to him 'so how can I help?' she questioned with a smile.

'Can I borrow your phone' Sherlock asked

'You are you kidding!' molly exclaimed. Sherlock smiled at her

'Only joking! Got you though' Sherlock smiled. Molly glared at him and lightly nudged his arm as she laughed. Sherlock looked at her laughing and smiled, her laugh could light up even the darkest parts of Sherlock's soul and make them feel warm that's what he liked about her, she made him feel safe. Molly noticed Sherlock looking at her and even as she looked back at him he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, they sat there looking into each other's eyes as a flush of red hit molly's cheeks, she looked down at her knees and a small piece of hair fell across her face she looked up again to find Sherlock still looking at her. He raised his hand and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear and said.

'You should where your hair down more often it suits you'

Molly smiled as she got to her feet and headed to the living room. She looked back at Sherlock and asked him if he was coming to sit down.

'You want a tea first' he asked as he struggled to his feet and headed to the kitchen. Molly nodded as she went to sit down.

By the time Sherlock came back molly had curled up in the arm chair and fallen asleep clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. Sherlock set her cup down on a small table by the chair and settled himself on the sofa. For a awhile he watched her before getting the blanket from the back of the sofa and laying it on top of her. He stood in the door way for a moment unable to take his eyes off of her peaceful face, he began to turn and exit when molly said in a small voice

'you don't have to go, stay the night if you like' she stifled a yawn as she smiled at Sherlock 'I'll go and get a blanket from upstairs if you like' she continued as she started to get up.

'It's okay I can get it you go back to sleep' Sherlock replied as he made his way upstairs. After a bit of hunting he found what he was looking for and made his way as silently as he could down the stairs back to molly who was now back asleep with her hand flung across the arm of the chair and out stretched in the direction on the sofa. Sherlock settled himself under the blanket. He soon found his hand out stretched in the same direction as mollies. Molly's hand twitched as they entwined their fingers. Sherlock and molly fell into the most natural sleep either of them had had in a long time.