Hey guys! Here is the next chapter.. feedback is appreciated as always! I love hearing your input! -LoveIsAFairyTale

Molly was alone. Sherlock and John had gotten word from Lestrade about a new case which involved a wealthy man being murdered inside Buckingham Palace. The consulting detective paused before he followed John out of the door. He stared at her longingly for an instant, then mouthed, "Be safe," to her before walking out of the door. She slowly went to the door and locked it. Toby was asleep on the couch, as he had been for the past hour.

Thoughts were in her head, she was finally alone. This was when she would get those thoughts. Those demons started taunting her within her mind saying, "Don't think you are worth anything, Molly."

She gasped, tears forming in her eyes as the voices continued, "You wouldn't be missed if you died, you know? Do it. Feel the blade. Do it."

Molly entered the bathroom, and looked at herself. What she saw disappointed her. She felt hideous, and probably looked like it to everyone else. She knew she didn't matter. The only person who would even miss her if she did cease to exist would be dear Toby.

"Don't flatter yourself with thinking Sherlock actually cares. He is pitying you, and just making sure you don't die because of the access you give him to the lab," The voiced hissed, and thats when the first tear fell.

She shook involuntarily, and wept as she got the razor blade. Lifting up her sleeve to her shirt, she was about to cut when she realized Sherlock would probably see.

Molly lifted the side of her shirt up so her hip was revealed. Her hand had a mind of its own and before what she realized what she had done, her hip was bleeding profusely.

Cursing, she took off her clothes and hopped into the shower, and watched as the blood fell from her hip into the drain. She wasn't going to risk Sherlock seeing a bloody rag or anything. Plus, a shower was what she needed after a nice release. It sickened her sometimes the way the blade caused her such pleasure, but at the moment, she didn't care a single bit.

Once she was done cleaning herself, and her hair, she stepped out of the shower, feeling good. She took the razor that she threw on the ground and rinsed it in the sink and thats when she heard the door slam open.

She peeked her head out of the bathroom when she heard arguing amongst the two men. It looked pretty heated from what she had heard already.

"How could it have been the son? He wasn't even in town at the time-"

"I HAVE TOLD YOU TWENTY TIMES, JOHN! WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN?" Sherlock shouted and was about to continue his spiel when Molly decided to interject herself before it got nasty, "Coffee?" She asked, stepping into the room in one of Sherlock's shirts.

That caught both of their attention and Sherlock was about to ask her the obvious and she beat him to it by saying, "It looked comfy. Plus, it was the first thing I saw and I wanted to but in before it turned ugly. So, i'll start preparing that while you turn on the telly or something, yeah?"

The telly was turned on the moment she entered the kitchen and she smiled to herself. When the coffee was done, she prepared it how everyone like it and brought a tray out to the living room where the two men appeared sulking either sides of the couch. Molly took that as an opportunity to plop herself in between them and set the tray down on the table. Everyone took their own cup and started drinking in silence.

Once John had a few sips, he started to speak again, "Sherlock.. it wasn't the-"

Sherlock sighed and continued sipping his coffee, ignoring the protests of his best friend, while Molly sat there, trying to not smile.