COD(Cause of Death): Unknown

Note: hello there! So the reason why this is late is because I've been sick. The day that I usually get around to working on this and A Study In Chemistry I came down with a horrible fever. I was sick in bed for two days straight and then when I went back to work I almost collapsed because my body wasn't used to doing much. It sucked. But if anything I was getting a lot of inspiration during my sicky days which is weird. Anyway I hope you like this kinda weirdly setup chapter. It's dedicated to someone (I'll get to that at the end). Happy read my dears!

Seventeen.

On the outside nothing had really changed in London since the second disappearance of Miss Molly Hooper. However there were things that to a true Londoner that seemed a bit odd. Like for instance a few weeks after this there wasn't much movement from the detective that resided inside 221 B Baker St.

The only person who left on a regular ocassion was the former army doctor who looked to be leaving more frequently than ever. Between his few jobs assisting the morgue at St. Bartholomew when it was required and picking up food at Tesco for the detective who seemed to stop activity for the moment John Watson seemed to have stepped up in his responsibilities as far on what he could do. Before that many probably saw him as Sherlock's lacky but John was capable of doing things to. He was showing it to.

A total of four months have already passed and things have gotten close to being normal again. The belstaff coat covered detective is seen out more. The D.I. at Scotland Yard, Gregory Lestrade has been coming around again after a little vacation of his own. The spectators keeping watch can see that he looks better. All seemed to be going great for everyone now.

However not everyone could see everything. Then again there was some that could.

A coat cladded woman with gloves on her hands walked across the road from Baker St and stepped into an alleyway partly. She waited a moment for the woman who she knew was there but she was watching out for anyone who could see her that could identify her.

Minutes before she officially left four months ago the small pathologist went to work with getting one thing together that not even the smartest man she knew would have known about. She used something of his. The Homeless Network.

The woman whose name was Elise had been the first one to approach Molly that night. As an added security the pathologist who was known to grow worried about people even if she hadn't known Elise very long had given her a few of her warmer clothes for her to use. The coat she was wearing was one of the things. It was a familiar piece and although it was quite warm Elise had been careful to not wear it when she knew that Mr. Holmes was milling about. Molly had told her it would give him a clue.

Elise hadn't asked any questions initially because she could tell that Miss Hooper was a very trustworthy woman. It didn't mean that through their few interactions on a phone or otherwise Molly hadn't let her in on a little secret. Elise liked Miss Hooper for that. Not many were willing to go out of their way to talk to any of the homeless people that lived on these streets. That's where the two people were a like - Mister Holmes and Miss Hooper.

Miss Hooper edged out of the darkness just barely and peered out from around Elise just as Sherlock Holmes rushed out of 221 B and hailed a cab. Her hands settled into the hoodie she was wearing as coverage for the differences in her appearance. She wasn't going to show that yet. She didn't have the time. The Doctor would be back for her soon enough.

"I think he isn't doing so well, Miss Hooper. He's been taking on more cases but..."

"I've seen it. He looks sadder than the time he fell. It's very strange to me."

Elise knew she shouldn't ask but she felt inclined to do so. There were some things that needed to be asked even if no answer was given in return. "Why do you say that?"

"I'm still working out the answer. Take this to the door and make sure Dr. Watson gets it." Molly placed a note in her hand wrapped in a few bills. More than last time.

Elise put it in her pocket as she turned, and made it across the street in record time. She did as what was asked of her before turning back around and glancing barely at the area she had once been. She knew the kind doctor had already disappeared again.

Until next time, Miss Hooper.

John Watson reacted quite eagerly at both the note and the jacket which had been another identifier of the sender. She had sent him a total of three texts since the first ones in the hospital. Now she wanted to meet him for coffee. This was good there were some things he wanted to tell her.

He had a few minutes to get to the secluded area where they were to be meeting. He burnt the note first in the fireplace before heading out on foot to that destination. It was only a few streets away.

He found himself sitting at a small park with benches and tables. He slipped in across from the small woman who didn't exactly the same but it did admit she looked good. "Is it safe for you to be here?" He asked once she looked up at him.

She was smiling. She nodded. "There really isn't any danger as of yet. I kinda made sure those were erased in between my training."

"Training?"

Molly just nodded and kept smiling. John got the feeling she wasn't supposed to talk about it. "How is Mary, John?"

"She's as lovely as ever. We're thinking of moving in with each other now. Well...me moving out of Baker St. I don't think I can yet. He's a bad lier."

"That bad?" Molly frowned as she tugged on a strand of the blond mane she had concealing her face. It was much longer than her hair was now and it was just s wig. She almost forgot that bit.

"Yes well he doesn't ever let me bring any of it up. He insists he's perfectly fine. We both know that's not true."

Molly looked sad for a moment as she looked up from her cup. "I'm sorry. I wish I could make this easier but I can't come back yet. I'm not ready yet...but soon. That's the next time you'll see me."

John could tell this was about to be the end of their mini-reunion. He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. "Be careful, Molly."

She smiled in a way that told him she knew something he didn't. "Aren't I always careful, John?"

John sat there a few moments after she left and then was on his way too. He couldn't believe that things had changed so much. He never truly expected any of this. Especially from someone who seemed very mousy before.

"That isn't who you are though is it, Molly?" He laughed as he sighed as he spotted a black car waiting on the side street.

Hello again. So the mystery continues. I gave a small bit of a clue of what Molly has been up to and I set up a bit of the next chapter. I said there was a bit of a dedication with this one...in fact there are two first being the man who plays our John Watson Mr. Martin Freeman who's birthday is today! Happy Birthday you wonderful man! Then the other is to my dear friend and fellow Sherlolly shipper lvPayne on here and fauxbrit on Twitter & Tumblr. She won't be able to read this yet because of a bit of nerve damage in her eye but I want to share that I'm wishing her well. I hope your eye gets better Jen! It would mean a lot if you sent her some good vibes on Twitter or Tumblr. I'm sure she'd appreciate it, I would appreciate it too. :3

See you all soon!

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