I'm sorry it's been so long; essays. Here's something tiny to ease myself back. I hope it's not to cruel of me. Enjoy!
'Sherlock. Sherlock, this is important.'
'No, John. This is important. Finding Molly alive and well is important.'
'Yes… well. I've, um. I know where she is. She's safe, away from you. You're a danger to her, do you get that? As long as you're around, her life is in danger. Just forget about Molly, for all our sakes. She's fine and she doesn't miss you.'
Sherlock had missed a vital piece of information. He, stupidly, believed it was the clone, but of course it wasn't. It was her, flesh, blood, bone torn and spilled and cracked like china. It wasn't fair; he wasn't himself. He wasn't-
'…Sherlock Holmes blogger detective living at 221B Baker Street is accused of murdering Molly Hooper, 33. Remains of a body were found in the residence.'