Molly came on screen, tied to a chair in the middle of a dingy room, with a black cloth bag over her head and nothing but a dirty window behind her. Her head twitched nervously towards any sound. A man walked towards her from behind the camera. Even from behind John recognized him as Dimitri. He stopped before her, but to the side enough for her to be clearly seen by the camera, and removed the hood. Molly looked up at him with a fearful gasp, the high definition of the footage clearly showing the tear tracks down her cheeks.

"Miss Hooper" Dimitri began "So sorry for the wait. We were hoping your 'boyfriend' could save us the trouble of questioning you, but he was… unwilling. And so it falls on your shoulders. Tell us, where is Sherlock Holmes?"

"I… I don't know" Molly stuttered. Without hesitation or mercy Dimitri backhanded her across the face. Molly looked back up at him, her eyes huge with fear.

"Do not lie to me! I will ask you again. Where is Sherlock?"

"I don't know" Molly repeated, her voice seriously shaking "I just do the autopsies, I don't know where they are buried."

Again Dimitri hit her. "Don't be clever Miss Hooper. Mr Holmes is not dead, we both know this. If you were responsible for his pathology report then you are responsible for helping him fake his death. Tell us where he is, and we might be merciful"

Molly sobbed, her head bowed unable to look at him any longer. "He.. he jumped.. off… a building. There… were… witnesses. You can't fake… that. Please…. Is it not enough…to see the man I… I loved … dead…"

Dimitri let out a cry of frustration, smacking her so hard the chair toppled over onto its side. Molly howled and cried even louder, clearly no longer of any good for questioning as her replies would be incoherent through her crying. Dimitri walked back towards the camera with a killing look on his face and the video came to an end.

The two men stared at the now blank screen, processing what they had just seen.

"Leave the room John"" Sherlock suddenly spoke.

"What? Why?" John asked.

"Because after seeing that I need a whiskey, and given your recent recovery from a drinking problem-"

"Oh, I don't want a drink right now Sherlock" John assured, getting on his feet to pace "I want my gun. I want to find and kill that son-of-a…" John stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself "You won't find any alcohol in here anyway, both me and Harry are clean now, remember?"

"Really?" Sherlock smirked, getting up and going to the kitchen drawers. He pulled the bottom one right out, reaching back into the gap and pulling out a half-finished bottle of Jack Daniels. John rolled his eyes. Of course Harry would have a secret stash. And of course Sherlock would know where it was the second he walked in the room. Sherlock poured himself a drink before going back to his laptop and typing furiously, while John collapsed into the chair opposite him, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

"We need to get her out of there Sherlock. She won't be able to take much more interrogation, she'll break" John said with a sigh.

"No she won't, she'll be fine. She's a strong and resilient woman, it'll take a lot to break her." Sherlock remarked over the top of his laptop.

"I'm sorry, are we talking about the same woman here? The Molly I know gets nervous enough when you walk in the room, and you mean her no harm." John asked

"She does get nervous when I walk into the room, but not for any of the genuine reasons she should have to be nervous of me." Sherlock explained "Not my gift for noticing which unsettles most people, not the things she's seen me do to cadavers in the name of investigation. No, that doesn't bother Molly in the slightest. She gets nervous around me because of a crush. Nervous I won't like the lipstick she's wearing, nervous she might say something stupid, nervous I won't notice her. And all those silly reasons. Take those away and she's a very different woman."

"Okay, but still, the way she was crying-" John interjected

"Was greatly exaggerated. Smart of her, a good way to get out of being interrogated." Sherlock's eyes gleamed with pride, a smug smile on his face. "Don't waste time worrying about her, John. She can handle things until we get there."

"You're right" John said, exhaling in relief "We need to focus on finding her."

"Already have. She's here" Sherlock said, spinning the laptop round for John to see. He was staring at what looked like an abandoned ground level unit in central London.

"You have no evidence except the video, which is all filmed in one dingy room. How can you have got an exact location from that?" John asked

"The type of building was obvious from the video, the fact it was abandoned by the dirty windows." Sherlock began "This group would be in charge of monitoring you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, so the location would have to be central to all three, which narrows down the search considerably. Still quite a few potential locations with that criteria, but this one had something the others didn't."

"Go on"

"A McDonald's across the street. You can just about make out the golden arches though the dirty window."

"Why didn't I see that?" John replied sarcastically "Alright then, what are we waiting for, let's go get her!"

"No, not we, you. I've told you already if they see me alive they'll kill her. Much as I hate missing out on the action, I can't go." Sherlock said, shaking his head, eyebrows creased in genuine disappointment.

"Okay, where is it, I'll go on my own" John said, checking the destination again on the laptop.

Again Sherlock shook his head "Think about it John, Dimitri had 3 others with him when he came for you at Molly's, they won't have left their base of operations unguarded, nor Lestrade and Mrs Hudson, so that's an operation of at least 7. Who knows how many will be there guarding Molly now. You're a soldier, not a superhero, you can't go running in there alone. Plus, there's no way you could have found them this fast without me, and they'll know that. You go in now and you're basically telling them I'm alive and in contact with you."

"Well what do you suggest then, Sherlock?" John snapped, getting irritated.

"You do what any normal person would do if their girlfriend was kidnapped. You go to the police, straight to Lestrade. Tell him everything that happened since they grabbed you last night, leaving my parts out of course, safer if he doesn't know about me. And show them see the video." Sherlock instructed, ejecting the memory card from his computer and handing it to John "You'll have to let them search for the building themselves, but if you tell them what I told you about it being central to the 3 locations, without telling him he's being watched, and about the McDonalds it shouldn't take them too long. Then they'll send a team in," Sherlock put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes as if what he was about to tell him was the most important thing in the world "Make sure you are part of that team."

AN:

Hello again friends and followers. First off, sorry for what just happened to Molly, hope you don't hate me too much for it, but it was a necessary part of the story. I tried to make it as easy on her as possible.

I've finally finished typing this all out, I will keep giving you a chapter a day till it's finished. I have been playing with the idea of doing a compliment story to this, following Molly and Sherlock for the first 9 months, the bit which was Johns diary. Or maybe the whole thing with Molly's POV. What do you think?