Chapter 7

Music is love in search of a word." Sidonie Gabrielle

John was still chuckling when he climbed the stairs back to the flat. Mycroft was talking quietly to his PA checking out the bag that she had brought him. Sherlock was in his chair holding is violin and just staring at his hand. John walked over and pulled out Molly's gift. He held it out to his friend.

"Ah Sherlock Molly sent this to you. She called it a get well present." The detective turned to the gift and looked at it as if it was radioactive.

"what is it?"

" Not sure. I think it sweets though." John was a little worried that Sherlock would ignore the gift but he grabbed it from John and with an abrupt "excuse me." he headed off to his room. Once there Sherlock studied the 5 Cd's all said same thing, Music for Sherlock and on the bottom was a folded note. Sitting down on the edge of his bed he began to read.

Sherlock,

I hope this finds you and that your hand is starting to feel a little better. I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for startling you the other day. You never talk about what happened to you while you were away dismantling Moriarty's network , but I have seen the haunted look in face a couple of times. I know it must have been very dangerous and difficult doing it all on your own. If I had seen that you were wearing earphones or that your eyes had been closed , I would have gotten your attention some other way. It would have spared us all this. As far as me flinching away from you it was instinct. I know you would never deliberately hurt me . I know this . You are a good man, Sherlock Holmes, and my friend.

Anyways I have sent you some classical music I performed on my clarinet as a gift. I know 6 weeks is a very long time to be with out your music. It isn't as good as the violin but I still hope it helps. If you need more let me know.

Always

Molly

About the time Molly was relaxing into a full back massage, Sherlock was placing the first disc into his seldom used stereo. A few seconds later soft warm music soothing music stretched out into the flat. The sound was pure , unaccompanied and breathtaking. Sherlock sighed as he sat down and closed his eyes. The music was all most as good as playing his violin. Finding the right peace of mind he was finally able to think. To walk his mind palace properly and survey the damage that blasted door had done. The palace was still tainted by his miscalculations but it could be rebuilt. A soft smile broke across his feature and Sherlock got to work.

John and Mycroft sat in somewhat stunned silence both caught up in the music. Mycroft's eyes widened at the beauty of the simple arrangement looking at John he noticed that the good Doctor was shaking his head and laughing to himself.

"Care to share the funny?"

John wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye. "molly Hooper."

A single eyebrow quirked upwards, "and why would you say that of all things?"

" we have been here for going on 3 days trying to help him , she isn't even here and has figured out what he truly needed. Look at him he is peaceful(for Sherlock) heck he is even smiling. I feel like the biggest git cause I didn't figure it out!"

Well since he is a bit more settled I am going to catch up on some sleep. If you need to go out let me know. Mycroft yawned and headed over to the couch to nap.

" I am meeting Molly again later today. I will wake you before I leave." at the ice man's curious look he continued. "she has been by herself going through god knows what so I agreed to go shopping with her. Just to cheer her up."

At hearing Moll's name Sherlock pulled himself away from the palace.

"John did I hear you are going to be seeing Molly later today?"

"yes you did, Sherlock."

"right then."Sherlock jumped out of his chair and started looking around for something. After a few moments of not finding what he needed.

"john I need some paper and a pen please."

John got Sherlock what he needed and Sherlock sat back down. He let the music soothe his thoughts and contemplated what to write. Once satisfied on what he wanted to say he put pen to paper. Once done he placed it an envelope and placed it and the 2 i pods back into the bag they came in. Looking at John he swallowed trying to get speech past the knot that had formed there.

"could you give this to her, john and let her know I am truly sorry."

Seeing the man who doesn't do emotions looking scared and a little lost, John just nodded. Nothing eles needed to be said.