Sherlock remained by Molly's bedside, even after she had fallen asleep. He watched her carefully, looking for any sign that the words he had spoken to her got through. Though he was the master of deductions, he had yet to master deducing people in their sleep. This meant Sherlock would have to wait until Molly woke up. And he would wait; he would wait for her forever.

Unfortunately, the peaceful thoughts of Molly that were flooding his mind were pushed aside by more pressing matters. It had been longer than he liked since he heard from Moriarty. To some, it might seem odd that he looked forward to another text message. But he knew those messages were important. If he could get him talking, Sherlock was more likely to figure out where Moriarty was hiding.

Almost as if on cue, Sherlock's phone vibrated a few times, signaling a text message. His mind pleaded that it be Moriarty, and to his delight, it was.

Sherlock, I think your affection is clouding your judgment. -JM

What affection? -SH

You can't fool me; we're cut from the same cloth. Though, I will admit you had me fooled for awhile, but now I can see it clearly. -JM

Ambiguity doesn't suit you. Get to the point. -SH

It looks like I do have the power to burn the heart right out of you, because your heart is laying on that hospital bed. -JM

Sherlock's fingers hoovered over the screen of his phone. It was only a matter of time before Moriarty discovered the person that mattered the most to him. However, it was not the fact that he did figure it out that bothered Sherlock. It was the way he talked about Molly in her hospital bed. As if he could see her.

You're losing your touch. Do I have to spell it out for you? You, of all people, should know I'm watching. -JM

At his words, Sherlock wanted to get up and tear that hospital room apart, find the camera's, and destroy them, but he knew that would be playing right into his hands. Instead, he looked up from his phone and smirked. Two could play at this game. He put his phone into his pocket and stood, hesitating only a moment to squeeze Molly's hand. After that brief moment, he strode out of the hospital room like nothing had happened. Sherlock could feel the tension rise in his chest as he left his pathologist. If Moriarty had placed cameras in Molly's room, then, at any moment, he could easily take her. God only knows what horrible things Jim would do to her if he did.

Once out of the hospital, Sherlock flipped open his phone and punched a few buttons. The line rang twice before his brother picked up the phone. Before Mycroft could greet him, Sherlock began to talk.

"Do you remember what we talked about two days ago?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Yes; has it come to that?"

Sherlock nodded as if Mycroft could see him. "Yes, it has."

"Bloody idiot," Mycroft grumbled. "I've seen the way you act around people you care about; he has no idea what he's dealing with when it's someone you love."

His eyes widened at his words. "Excuse me?"

Mycroft laughed loudly on the other end. "Come now, brother; no one needs your powers of deduction to see you love Miss Hooper."

Was everyone painfully aware of his attachment except himself? The silence on his end must have tipped his brother off to what was occurring.

"Now, now, don't be upset. Of course I would know; I am the smart one, remember? No matter," Mycroft said sighing once. "I will take care of the little problem, and you will know his location within the day."

These words snapped Sherlock back to reality. He ended the call, and hailed a cab. As he flung open the car door and threw himself into the cab, he barked his location to the driver. Sherlock didn't hear a word the driver said to him the entire ride. There were too many things running through his mind palace. How could he have been so oblivious to his own feelings? Feelings...those dreaded things. They got in the way of everything. He had seen it a million times. People got their hearts caught up in a situation, and their judgment was clouded, resulting in disaster. However, as he pondered the feelings he held for Molly Hooper, a smile formed softly across his face. Secretly, he was glad that she was the one that stirred his heart into action.

No other person was worthy enough.