A/N: Hello. I cannot thank you guys enough for the favourites, follows and reviews; I am so happy that you have taken the time to do that, thank you. I have just watched the Day of the Doctor and the new Sherlock trailer and it reminded me that I must come back and finish this chapter for all of you. I am in MarBre582's words "[Bringing] Sherlock home soon." and I hope you enjoy.

Geronimo!

SM

Chapter 7:

"Close your eyes for me." Sherlock mumbled, pulling me closer. "Goodbye Molly."

That was it. He was gone. The fantasy has disappeared as quickly as it came; I no longer mean something to him. He is gone. I stood there for a moment, hoping that he'd walk through that door again, but soon realised he wasn't coming back. It felt like a serrated knife had punctured my chest, the pain unbearable, but I couldn't be weak; I had to be strong. For Him. This is what would keep me going every minute of everyday. I had to stay strong for him because no matter how blunt he was or how unkind he would always need someone; he pushed them away because he didn't want to be a slave to sentiment. Little did he know by doing that he only drew people closer.

"Case 13666. 19th June 2014. Performed by Doctor Molly Hooper at St Bartholomew's Hospital. The autopsy is begun at 8:30 AM. The body is presented in a black body bag. The victim is wearing a black ACDC print shirt and a pair of stained khakis; the victim has no jewellery but has a tan line around his right wrist and left hand ring finger. This suggests that he was right handed and married but having an affair. The body is that of a normally developed white male; he weighed 172 pounds and was 76 inches tall. The body is cold and unembalmed. Lividity is fixed in the distal portions of the limbs. The victim's face is unidentifiable due to blunt forced trauma to the head, face and neck. The victim has no major underlying health conditions, only liver deterioration due to excessive alcohol consumption. C.O.D is blunt forced trauma. Autopsy terminated at 9:27 AM." I finished my first autopsy of the day; dreading the mountain of paper work that I needed to complete I ran up to the lab, balancing all samples in my arms as I headed for the place that held my most poignant memory of Sherlock.

I sat at the agarose gel waiting for the DNA sample to separate each strand of bases so I could compare it to samples in the database. Most lab technicians would pop it into the machine and do it the lazy way but I liked to ensure that it was perfect and no machine could compare to doing it the long way.

"Molly. Morning!" a cheerful voice said from the doorway.

"Mike! So nice to see you. I was just about to get a coffee whilst I waited for the matches to load. Do you want one?" I asked politely.

"That would be lovely Molly. White no sugar." He replied smiling "I'll keep an eye on this for you." He finished sitting down on the bench, in front of the monitor.

"Great. I'll s...s...see you in a few." I stuttered, heading towards the canteen to get the coffee.

Five minutes later I arrived back at the lab doors; turning I pushed them open with my hip. I looked up at Mike, "Mike, are you alright?" I asked "Y...y...you look a bit peaky." I walked over and placed his coffee next to him.

"Molly...Erm... I'm so terribly sorry..." He mumbled, refusing to look up, sipping at his coffee nervously.

"I'm sorry? I don't follow." I queried, unknowing about what he was on about.

"There was a match... I'm so sorry Molly but it..it looks like your brother was the victim. I'm sorry for your loss." Mike replied solemnly, pulling me into a tight embrace. "I'll give you a week off. You need it. Don't worry about the autopsy and the reports I will do them for you." He said, letting me go but still holding me at the tops of my arms.

"Thank you Mike." I mumbled, a lump forming in my throat. I pecked him on the cheek and headed for the changing rooms.

I stood at my locker, taking out everything that didn't need to stay at the morgue. I then called my mum; I didn't know what else to do.

"Hello?" My mother asked

"Mum, it's me Molly. We need to talk." I said urgently,

"Sweetie, this really isn't the time. I can't deal with you right now..." She replied exasperatedly.

"Darren is dead," I announced bleakly.

"Don't lie to me Molly, I can tell..." Mother continued, not understanding.

"Mum! I did the autopsy, I did the DNA tests. .Dead." I whispered "I'm sorry."

" He can't be. He can't be dead!" she wailed, her audible sobs heart breaking.

"I'm sorry Mum but he is. I saw him." I uttered, feeling like I had missed something,

"I believe you Molly. I'm so sorry; I must go. Goodbye Sweetie."

"Goodbye Mum." I said dropping my mobile into my handbag. Swiftly, I grabbed my belongings and headed out of the building and home. Despite Darren being murdered all I felt was freedom; I was no longer somebody's bitch. I was free.

I stood at my door, fumbling with my keys, trying to get it in the lock.

"Would you like a hand with that?" A baritone voice rumbled from behind me. I turned and ended up staring into the most beautiful pair of icy blue eyes.

"Sherlock!" I whispered, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss. He smiled, pulling away and takig the keys from my hand.

"Hello Molly."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Chapter 8 coming soon :-)

SM