PLEASE DONT KILL ME. Eh, but I finished the next chapter... I love you all and thank you for your patience! Please tell me what you think!
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Molly was tossing and turning and no matter what, her mind would not allow her to ease into a peaceful oblivion. Irritated, Molly gave up after three hours and headed out to the kitchen. Sherlock was basically dead asleep so she didn't have to tip-toe out of his bedroom.
What Molly found was John hunched over the table, dozing off, then abruptly stirring back to consciousness moments after. Pictures were spewed out of parts of a corpse and files.
The mousy pathologist, while John dozed off for another minute, took a peak at the images of the body. It made her nauseous because the person looked oddly familiar to her own mother. It couldn't have been her though, she died years ago of cancer. Molly inspected the picture more closely and noticed the details of the necklace that resided on the woman's neck. Oddly enough her mother had a pearl necklace just like that one, right down to one cracked pearl that stuck out. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant twist that her mother had uniquely created. Molly's mother had been very talented with anything that had to do with beauty. Was this why Sherlock didn't want to show her the picture? She read some of the file and saw she had cancer earlier in her life. Though it couldn't have been that, in the picture it looked like she committed suicide. There was a blade by her side with only her fingerprints.
John snored so loud he scared himself awake. His eyes blinked until the blurriness was gone. He swore he could have heard someone by him an instant ago, but was mistaken. He breathed heavily as he continued to scrutinize the papers in front of him. Sherlock told him to look at them so he could have a second pair of eyes and he might find something that he missed, but he had found nothing yet. It was a long night ahead of him. He got up and started brewing himself some coffee.
Molly smelled the coffee and was about to go back in and join John for a cuppa, but her phone's light shined on her current beside table. She picked it up, typed the password, and read the text she had gotten. Molly began to hyperventilate as she read the text over and over again, to make sure she wasn't dreaming, "Don't worry, I won't have to kill you. You will do it yourself. You can find a blade underneath Sherlock's bed that seems to have your name written all over it. Also, mention this to anyone, I won't be afraid to end your precious friends lives. xo JM"