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Chapter 13

I know I've been mistaken
But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made
I've got some imperfections
But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

I hope you're not intending
To be so condescending it's as much as i can take
And you're so independent
You just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break

staid- right here

Fifteen minutes later it was over. The DNA had come back and it was Brian's, he was the rapist. After a measurement of his hands he was also charged with her murder as well. In the meantime, Sally had come back from the Dietz's home with brianna's diary. After scanning a few entries, Lestrade arrested both of her parents for willful abuse of a minor and neglect. Brian was unrepentant, as he was led away he kept screaming how Brianna was a whore who would fuck anything and that he hadn't hit her enough. Too bad for him that molly heard this. Before anyone knew what was happening. Brian was on the ground bleeding from a broken nose. Molly had him by the shirt glaring into his eyes.(mousey not not her not now) with a voice that no one could believe she possessed she spat at the killer.

"your first night in prison will be in the general population. You know what they do to child rapists?" She smiled. It was a smile Sherlock knew – it said" just because I am on the side of angels do not believe for one second that I am one of them." She grinned even bigger. " they ass fuck child rapists in general population for everyone to see. You will be somebody's whore before the night is over with. I hope you choke on this. She won... .Brianna won. You DID NOT get away with it. She can't know it now but I do." she leaned in as if to kiss him and delivered her last blow."you lose."

with those last words she stood up and walked away. A queen flanked by her most trusted guards.

Her bravado and strength lasted until they got outside of NSY. Molly knew her demons were reaching for her, clawing at her mind, trying to drag her down. This case had been too much. The memories of her hell were too close to the surface of her waking mind AND The promise of the hell to come was there standing across the street. She stopped and put her hand on Sherlock's arm. Looking at his kaleidoscope eyes she tried to tell him what was coming for her but instead her eyes rolled back.. everything started to fade to black and a strangled Sherlock was all she got out before her demons took her.

She crumpled right there in front of New Scotland yard. Only Sherlock's quick movement kept her from the pavement. Sweeping the petite pathologist into his arms a choked cry for his friend was all he could get out. He had never seen Molly look so terrified before.

"JOHN!"

Dr. Watson turned expecting his friends to be beside him and was startled to see Sherlock holding a passed out pathologist in his arms. Running back to them he peppered Sherlock with questions.

"what happened"

"did it look like she was in pain?"

"does she have a fever?"

Sherlock tried to answer the questions in order.

"she seemed fine but when we got to the curb it looked like she had seen the devil himself. She had been terrified. Then it was like everything just turned off and she fainted."

John checked her vitals – pulse was elevated but her breathing was regular and she didn't have a fever. So not illness. "let's get her back to Baker St I have- no wait "he dug his phone out and called Lestrade asking him to bring some smelling salts out to the front. At Greg's obvious question the good doctor growled into the phone "because molly Hooper just fainted on us! That why!"

A few moments later Greg was there handing over the smelling salts. He informed them that he was getting his car so they could take her to the hospital but john stopped him. "no let us take her to Baker St. We can watch over tonight and if she needs to we will take her in the morning probably was just to much stress." Greg reluctantly agreed but he also knew if anything changed John would be sure she got more help that just him and Sherlock. That settled john uncapped the little vial and waved it under Molly' s nose.

The horrible smell brought molly out of her faint but it did not bring her back to them. She startled awake and started searching the area around her. She had not said a word. She finally noticed that she was in Sherlock's arms and started struggling as if she didn't know him. Sherlock set her down upon her feet but did not let go of her hand. She looked as if she was ready to bolt. What had scared her so badly and why wasn't she talking? Molly always talked.

The ride back to Baker st was heartbreaking. The Baker St boys all sat quietly worried about their friend. It looked as if she had shrunk into herself. Like she was truly broken. Her eyes kept darting around searching for something only she could see. What she didn't see was John or Greg or even Sherlock for that matter.

Knowing what it was like to be trapped in your own mind. Sherlock tried to reach her. Pitching his voice low he started to talk to her. " Molly look at me please." She turned her head from the window and seem to look at him. Then he realized she looked through him. She couldn't see him. This scared him more than he cared to admit- even to himself- he had come to depend on the fact that at least one person could see past the facade of consulting detective to the real person underneath. He had to get her back. He leaned closer in and dropped his voice to a whisper.

"molly, we are here for you, but you have to fight. I know you are locked in there somewhere, but I also know that you can hear me." he stressed the last word like a prayer. "we are taking you home to baker st to watch over you tonight or for as long as you need. Just don't give up ,fight. Do not let what ever this is win"

molly started at the intense man talking to her.(don't give up or they win!) something about his voice calmed her. She stilled and tried to focus , to find herself.
Sherlock raised their still joined hands. In that quiet voice he asked again " molly – do you trust me?" Molly's thoughts couldn't settle but deep inside her she fought. She struggled to get one word out. .All Sherlock saw a small bob of her head.

Once they arrived at the flat, Sherlock sent John over to Molly's to get her some things and to check on her cat Toby. That left Greg and Sherlock to get molly into 221b. She resisted at first thinking it was another hospital.

Blink -oh the pills eating them like candy, hoping this time she can run far enough away from the pain and memories for it to just stop.

She looked at Sherlock – her eyes held fear, hurt and betrayal. She trusted him and he brought her here?!

"Molly we are at my flat- please Molly look around you. You know this place."

once again his voice calmed her. She stopped pulling and tried to see what was actually around her and not the nightmare of the past.

Blink- cold white walls – no comfort- no refuge – hard eyes watching her through the slot on the door.

Blink-

the blue door of Baker st focused in Molly's vision. Her mind screamed that this was a safe place. Not another version of her hell. After her inner debate she walked in with Sherlock behind her. In the flat she stopped exactly where she had stood that horrible Christmas. A small frown crossed her face and Sherlock felt a stab of guilt knowing he was the cause of it.

Molly slowly looked around the room .Noticing everything but seeing nothing . She walked to the oversized leather chair and sat down. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. A lost soul, a lost mind trying instinctively to protect herself.

After Lestrade left Sherlock went and got a blanket for molly . He gently wrapped it around her shoulders. He also started a fire. The flat could get chilly and he didn't want her to get sick on top of it. Molly gripped the blanket closer but made no other move. Sherlock let out a sound that could only be described as a sigh. He was not sure what to do next.

Walking over to John's chair since she had taken over his. He puled it closer to her. Molly's eyes darted over at the movement but that was all . No nervous jump no awkward speech. Sherlock realized that he missed her. Her endearing quirks , they walked hand in hand with her sharp mind and kind heart. He tried talking to her again for a few minutes but with no results. He stood up suddenly to go pace and think but at Molly' s flinching at the sudden movement. He sat back down and sighed again.