COD (Cause of Death): Unknown

Note: Sorry for the wait. I should have probably mentioned that I would be going out of town on the last chapter. I did mention in A Study In Chemistry however. I hope you forgive me for the the delay. I hope you enjoy this as well. I didn't get much feedback on the last one but I appreciate the little that I got. Read on. :)

Fourteen.

Molly began to ask more questions as it got closer the set date. All of those inside of the Rooks who could move around with ease were quick to evade her inquiries. It wasn't because they didn't think she should know, it was more out of a precaution. They were to protect everyone in this operation.

This meant not talking about certain things and people. That didn't mean they didn't answer every question. In fact some of the ones that they did answer shocked all of them. They were strange questions. Things that the members as people had never really mulled over but as scientists and people who were curious knew could be possible. Like the most recent: how was Molly able to communicate with Sherlock Holmes but not with anyone else?

Anya the redheaded chemist who had administered the gas to her upon her revival was the one who had been around during this question. Molly had been hesitant to ask, she saw as she helped check the mark that had once been a gruesome mess from the object that had been shoved and twisted into the young pathologist.

Anya applied a bit more of the yellow gunk that had come in the previous day to help with the healing of the battle scar as they had come to call it on her patient's lower abdomen. "There are just some people we can't seem to get away from no matter how much we wish we could. You and Sherlock were acquitances. I can't speak for you but as a person with an open mind I'd say whomever is looking out for you saw it fit that he'd be the one that you could still speak with. It's odd from what I saw before your death."

"What do you mean?" Anya held back her smile as she saw how Molly's face scrunched up in confusion. The girl reminded the chemist of her younger sister whom was just beginning college in Edinburgh.

"We didn't just begin watching you and everyone involved right before Moriarty's second plan started to form. We started around the time of the first fall." Before she could continue Molly intercepted her quickly with another question. Fear shone in her brown eyes as her voice wavered as she spoke. "That's what this is? Another fall?"

Anya put the dressing gown back down over the bandaged skin she had just finished patching up and then went ahead and answered her. She wasn't about say what she had said. There really wasn't anything she could do to reverse any of what had spewed out of her mouth.

"Yes." She said quietly, tilting her head up to see what the other doctor was thinking. She was much easier to read than her infamous counterpart - Sherlock Holmes. "It's not his fall. This is for him too. You have always wanted to protect him, haven't you?"

"Of course. How can I help him just sitting here though? I'm thought of as dead...or missing now?" Molly retorted twisting her hands.

"That my dear is already planned out. All you have to do is follow the script. It's time for you to come out of the shadows and show them just how much stronger you've gotten from behind the lines."

Molly just nodded.

Anya became a bit like a mentor or coach to Molly during the next couple days. The two of them spent several hours moving around the large room before as a shock to Molly something even bigger was set for her there. However she never could remember the moments after entering the new room. It was blurry and no matter how hard she tried to figure out what happened she came up with a blank.

She had come to terms with it for the moment and figured that maybe she wasn't supposed to know what happened just yet. Maybe it was going to help with flowing with the script. That's all she could hope for anyhow.

CODCODCODCODCOD

Come out and play, Holmes.

It's time we all met, don't you think?

In 36 hours come back to where it was supposed to end. It's time that it did.

- your lurking lurk

All the waiting was over and now the big bang was about to combust again in the form of the assembly of all the parties. Or so Sherlock had a feeling. He looked over at his companion and friend who had stopped texting on his phone at the sound of Sherlock's text tone blaring out in the silence that had been enveloping the flat.

Sherlock just nodded. That had been signal enough. The end was near.

Note: So remember how I said I would start posting longer chapters? Well...that begins next chapter. This one was intentionally short. I hope you like it. I'm building up to the next chapter will be very huge. All of the things you might have been anticipating will be happening ...well most of them anyhow. So...click the button and tell me if you are ready for it or not, yeah?

See you next week for sure!

Much love,

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