Hi! Yay! I managed to fit another chapter in! I think this story is coming to a conclusion. This chapter was inspired by Hannibal. If you don't watch the show I highly recommend it! Oh and hey anon person, yeah my grammar is horrible sorry! I thought I was doing a pretty good job, English is my second language so I'm mostly relying on the spell check haha. Sorry in advance to everyone who's wincing at my horrible grammar. I'm trying my best. Keep reviewing! Motivates the heck out of me. Also, don't you just love Sherlock and Toby's relationship!? It's so cute 33

I have to sort of put a label on this chapter, a lot happens. Just a warning.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING I SAY! Well except for the baddy. All that crazy is strictly me. Not that I'm a cannibal, I swear I'm not.

Enjoy!

It's been I three days! Where the hell are you!? xM

Busy. -SH

Well at least text me once in a while to let me know you're not DEAD! xM

Not dead. Busy. -SH

Molly Hooper tossed her phone on the bed, after Sherlock had discovered that the flower was a match he had made it his goal to find the street performer Molly and John had met earlier. Sherlock had interrogated her for details on the man, Molly felt horrible that she couldn't give any, except for his accent. He had gotten mad at her for not having much on the man, but it was hardly her fault, the man had worn a freaking mask! When she woke up the next day he was gone.

Molly flung herself on Sherlock's comfortable bed, what was she going to do? What was there to do? Molly was cooped up at the flat, she could go to work, but she hadn't received any phone calls asking her to come in. Just as if by fate her phone vibrated on the bed, she quickly picked up

"Hello?"

"Molly? Stamford here. I was wondering if you could cover a shift? Or are you still on house arrest?"

Molly smirked

"No, I can cover. I'll be there in a few."

Molly hung up the phone and quickly flung herself off the bed.

Molly changed into her favorite khaki trousers and put on a sweater, she grabbed her bag and coat from the peg and exited the house. Catching a cab, the Pathologist made her way to Bart' in the lab, Molly hung her coat and bag on the hook by the door, she headed to the small closet and grabbed her lab coat, she was actually looking forward to working, she needed the distraction.

Molly began to cut a y-incision on the body of a fourty year old man who died of a stroke. Molly examined the internal organs cut them out to get weighed, she pursed her lips at the black lungs

"Smoker." she said out loud.

The stroke made sense now. After weighing the rest of the organs, Molly zipped up the body and put the poor man away. After, she finished with that, Molly headed to the canteen to get something to eat, she was thankful to be done at the morgue, not that she didn't like, it was just that a person could only handle so much death. The rest of her shift consist of paperwork in the lab. Molly paid for her food and headed back to work.

Paperwork was completely tedious, but someone had to do it. Molly rubbed the bridge of her nose, she could feel a headache coming. Two hours later and Molly was finally done! She got up from her chair and stretched, it felt marvelous especially after being in one position for to long. The brunette took the stacks of manilla folders and headed to the small office attached to the lab, opening the filing cabinet she heard the door to the lab fly open, hitting the wall and making a loud echoing noise. Molly set the folders down hurried to the lab to see what had caused that. She froze in her tracks at the sigh of a flustered Sherlock Holmes, his chest was heaving and he looked wildly around until his eyes settled on her. Molly blinked in confusion as he stared intensely at her

"Sherlock? Are..." she began

"Why aren't you answering you damn phone!" he roared

Sherlock strode over to where she was and towered over her and gave her a hard stare. Why was he so mad? Sherlock was the last person who should be getting mad at someone for not answering their phone. Either way his stare made Mousy Molly shrink in fear

"I-I...I think I left it in my coat. It's on silent and I-"

She was unable to finish the sentence because Sherlock Holmes crashed his lips against her with force. Molly was taken back by the sudden physical contact, Sherlock placed his hands on her hips and pushed her back against the wall to deepened the kiss. A million things were running through her head, a part of her wanted to shut them all up and enjoy the kiss, but of course being the type of person that she was she just couldn't do that. Molly tried to pull away which caused Sherlock to make a noise in the back of his throat, Molly finally gave up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up on her toes, she couldn't believe this was happening! Molly wondered if this was just a dream, she had most likely fallen asleep in the lab and now she was having some weird wet dream type of ordeal. Well, if this was just a dream she hoped it lasted forever because the way he was kissing her was literally taking her breath away. Molly was sure she jinxed herself because Sherlock pulled away leaving her flustered and with weak knees, she held onto him and tried to regain her breath

"I thought I lost you." he told her suddenly

"I couldn't find you and you weren't answering your phone." he began.

"Tell me what's wrong." she said with a concerned face.

Instead of replying, Sherlock placed his hands on her cheeks and leaned in to place a softer gentler kiss on her lips. Molly's eyes fluttered close and let herself get consumed in the kiss. This was how John Watson found them a few seconds later.

John cleared his throat and Sherlock pulled away from Molly 'Damn it, John.' she thought bitterly to herself. The Pathologist pouted her lips lightly and let out a sigh, her brown eyes settled on John

"Am I interrupting something?" he said with a grin.

"You obviously were, and by pointing it out is a way to seek out embarrassment from either Molly or myself, and since that's not likely to happen on my part you are mainly targeting Molly."he scoffed.

John rolled his eyes and looked the woman in question.

"Glad you aren't dead, Mols." he suddenly told her.

The Pathologist could feel Sherlock tense up next to her, suddenly.

"Will someone tell me the hell is going on!?" she said with a frown targeted at both John and Sherlock.

"Well..." began John.

"Don't." he warned

"I need to know what's going on, Sherlock. You promised to keep me informed." she said with pursed lips.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair

"I did no such thing." he told her.

Molly placed both hands on her hips and gave him a cold stare.

"They found another body." John said behind her.

Molly saw Sherlock stare daggers at his friend before looking at her with softer eyes, he finally let out a sigh of defeat

"The face was mutilated beyond recognition, body type same as yours, same hair length. We all thought it was you, the way this body was found was... different. Instead of the usual dumping sites. Our cannibal wants to be in the spotlight." He said bitterly.

Molly could feel her throat dry out, she could feel a shiver down her spine

"H-How was the body found?" she asked to no one in particular

John cleared his throat, Molly could tell he didn't want to answer the question, her eyes then settled on Sherlock

"He gave her wings." he stated in a banal tone.

"What?"

"The body was hung on display near a church, it's was also close enough to a shopping centre so naturally it became chaotic. John had received a phone call from Lestrade warning him to keep me away, naturally I didn't." Sherlock smirked lightly at the last part

"I think Lestrade thought it was you." continued John

"I had gone to the flat earlier today, but I didn't see you. I thought you went downstairs for tea with Mrs. Hudson or to the store." said John with a sigh before continuing.

"I went to meet up with Sherlock when I recieved the phone call. We all thought it was you. Then Sherlock couldn't get a hold of you, he practically ran to the flat and nearly knocked down Mrs. Hudson's door."

Molly looked at Sherlock, he wasn't looking at her or at anything in particular he must of felt her looking, Sherlock locked eyes with her as John continued on.

"I had to tell him to calm down and the arse tried to punch me!" John rolled his eyes

"Finally, I suggested he come here... and well here we are."

Just as he finished the sentence his phone began to ring, John pulled it out his pocket and held it to his ear

"Watson." he said in a rather professional voice, he made small talk before hanging up.

"They're bringing the body now." he told them.

Molly stared at the body of the poor woman, like all others her internal organs were missing, her face beaten with no signs of facial features anywhere Molly's eyes settled on the white sheer dress that was soaked with blood, Molly took a gloved hand and lifted the body up to see the back. The murder had detached the skin of the victims back to make them look like wings. Molly felt sick to her stomach. Settling the body back on the slab she cut off the dress and put it in the evidence bag

"She's not dressed like the others." She told the boys

"The other victims were all wearing clothes you'd wear out. A night in the town. The one was different." she told them

"She was specifically chosen." interrupted Sherlock

"How do you mean?" she asked curiously

"She was hand selected. He wanted her for a reason. But, she didn't look the part, apparently. Thus, the beaten up face." he continued.

John suddenly spoke

"You're saying he was looking for specific features? But the face ended up wrong?"

That caused Sherlock to nod

"He had found the perfect replacement, but unfortunately he wasn't satisfied." he said.

Molly shook her head and continued on with her examination

"No signs of sexual assault."

"I wouldn't think so." he said with a nod.

Sherlock didn't leave her side for the next couple of day, he had agreed to let her go back to work, but only if accompanied by John or himself. Molly knew John wasn't going to last the whole day with her so she was stuck with Sherlock. Not that she mind, when he wasn't being a complete arse, Sherlock was actually pretty decent. He would help her with tests around the lab and point out things she missed during her autopsies, it certainly made her work go by faster.

When she wasn't at work she lounged around the flat, she was getting quite used to it. Molly sat on the couch and watched the telly, after practically begging she had managed to convince Sherlock to get a television. She got bored easily when she wasn't at work, Sherlock had suggested shooting at the wall, but it was just something she wasn't interested in. Molly stroked Toby's fur as she watched the news, the story of "the angel" popped up again, the news reported stated the condition the body had been found saying that due to graphic content they couldn't show the actual image. The next clip was of Sherlock, John, and Lestrade being crowded around a bunch of reporters. Molly bit back a smile as she saw Sherlock's irritated expression, he turned to one of the cameras before pushing his way out of the crowd

"Will Boffin Sherlock Holmes find whoever is behind this?" said the news reporter.

Molly turned off the telly and looked at Toby. The cat purred loudly as she ran her hand against his fur

"Could you try that on me?"

Molly looked up at Sherlock, he was staring at her hand

"You want me to... pet you?" she asked in a high pitched tone.

Sherlock nodded at her. Molly didn't know if he was being serious

"Why?" she asked him curiously

Sherlock sat on the couch beside her and scratched the back of Toby's ear

"Toby seems really keen on having every person in this flat pet him, when they do he seems... content. He obviously finds it soothing, or else he wouldn't beg every person who steps into the flat. It's merely an experiment. I would conduct it myself, but it won't have the same effect."

Molly contemplated for a while, she highly doubted it was for an experiment. Molly nudged Toby off her lap and placed a pillow on her lap, without waiting for permission Sherlock settled his head on the pillow. Molly slowly began raking her fingers through that magnificent hair of his, Molly felt a little awkward at first, but eventually brushed it off. She watched Sherlock close his eyes and pull his hands under his chin. After a few minutes Molly was pretty sure Sherlock had fallen asleep

"Sherlock? Are you asleep?"

"Thinking." he murmured.

After ten minutes, Molly's hand was beginning to hurt as she was about to switch her hand Sherlock's eyes popped open

"Oh!" he said excitedly

Sitting up he grabbed Molly's laptop from the table and turned it on he quickly typed in her password

"Hey! How did you...forget it." she sighed.

Molly crossed her legs and looked over as Sherlock

"What are you looking up?"

He turned the computer over and showed her a picture of the red flower

"Oh! You found it!" she said excitedly.

Sherlock nodded and turned the computer back towards him

"I was so daft! I must of deleted this from my mind palace, I just had to do a little rummaging. Cosmos atrosanguineus better known as Chocolate cosmos, they are extinct in the wild, so they're hard to find. You'd have to be a very dedicated gardener to take these under your wing."

Sherlocked typed away on her computer and Molly nodded

"I'll leave you to your research then. I'm going to make tea, want some?"

Sherlock shook his head, Molly simply shrugged and went to the kitchen.

"Molly."

The mousy brunette blinked her eyes open and saw Sherlock staring down at her

"What time is it?" she muttered tiredly.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and crouched so he was at eye level.

"I'm going to be gone for a few hours. John is with Mary, but I've informed Mrs. Hudson."

Molly rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"You woke her up?" he waved his hand carelessly

"She didn't mind."

He took a hold of her hand and placed a soft kiss on it

"Sleep. I'll be back soon, I promise."

Sherlock tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead, Molly suddenly took a hold of his scarf and pulled him towards her

"No, please stay." she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

She hadn't attempted anything with Sherlock since the night at the lab, and frankly the thought of him leaving her made her want to do everything in her power to make him stay. Sherlock kissed her back but pulled away

"Molly." he croaked

Molly tugged his scarf again bringing him down on top of her, Sherlock extended his arm to hold himself up, his other hand settled on her thigh, but he quickly pulled away

"Molly, I can't do this right now." he warned.

"Why not? What's important that you have to leave." she said with a pout.

Sherlock stood up and fixed his scarf

"You." he simply said.

Molly bit her lower lip and finally nodded

"Don't get yourself killed." she told him

"Now, why would I do that?" he said with a smirk.

Sherlock placed a kiss on her forehead before walking towards the door, before leaving he turned to look at

"Good night, Molly Hooper." he said with a wink.

Molly smiled and settled back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Molly felt a pair of lips brush against her forehead, a smile crept on her face.

"Sherlock? Back already?" she sighed happily.

Molly slowly opened her eyes, the room was dark and quiet she could feel another weight on the bed, she slowly turned her body to greet Sherlock with a smile, but her face fell as she realized the person in front of her was not Sherlock Holmes. Molly recognized the mask and the grin that came with it, she opened the her mouth to scream but the man placed a sharp blade against her throat

"Don't." he warned

Molly closed her mouth, fear flooded her eyes

"Aw, no, no, no. Don't be scared, my flower. I don't want to hurt you." he cooed

The man removed the blade from her throat and showed her both hands

"See? I won't hurt you."

"W-What do you want?" she whimpered.

The man suddenly grinned happily and caressed her cheek

"I just want my angel."