Chapter 4: Calculations & Counting


John was enjoying his paper or in truth he was more enjoying the tension that came from Sherlock trying to find a good outfit to wear for his date with Molly,

"For god's sake Sherlock you can't wear that" he said laughing and Sherlock looked puzzled,

"Why not? I'm going for a professional working man vibe" he said and John laughed,

"Sherlock you're not a police officer and I'm sure Lestrade won't be happy that you have a most like stolen high vis police jacket" he said and Sherlock grumbled, heading back into his room, throwing more clothes out of his wardrobe,

"Sherlock, you're not going undercover on a case. You're going on a date with Molly so it's quite obvious who you need to go dressed as" he said simply and Sherlock popped his head out of his room,

"Who?" he asked earnestly and John rolled his eyes,

"Sherlock Holmes you prat!" he yelled amused and Sherlock looked at his signature coat that hung on the back of his bedroom door.


Molly met Sherlock outside the cafe that resided next door to his flat but she was stunned to see that he was carrying a wicker basket but she was even more stunned when he pulled her to the curb before hailing a cab,

"Errrrrr Sherlock what are we doing?" she asked confused as the cab pulled up and they climbed in,

"We are going for coffee" he said simply,

"St Bart's" he said simply to the cabbie who nodded in response before setting off and this was how Molly became really confused,

"Ok Sherlock my brain capacity doesn't work as quickly as yours since you became clean now please can you tell we what the hell is going on?" she asked and Sherlock looked at her simply before gesturing to the picnic basket,

"I did not wish to expose you to the bickering individuals that call themselves journalists who continue to follow me around so I thought it would be nice if we had a private picnic instead" he said gently and Molly smiled softly,

"You know for someone who portrays to have no feelings or interest in sentimentality... You still remain to be the sweetest person I know" she said softly, looking out of the cab window and Sherlock held a secret smile,

"I guess that's what comes when you take your tea with two sugars" he teased and Molly couldn't help but shake her head amused.


Molly went to open her lap but Sherlock pulled her down the corridor,

"Nope not there" he said and she couldn't help but laugh,

"Where then?" she asked and he gestured upwards,

"The roof" he stated and this caused Molly to stop with a frown upon her face,

"Why up there?" she murmured and Sherlock paused, looking back at her with a gentle expression and he held out his hand to her,

"I'll explain when we're up there. I promise" he assured and Molly took a moment before putting her hand into his own and followed him up to the roof.


"I... I know it would seem quite... thoughtless of me to bring you to the place where... where I..." he tried and Molly looked at him gently,

"It's ok Sherlock" she told him gently causing him to turn back towards her quickly,

"No... No it's not Molly" he said firmly, gesturing around,

"Because this is where it happened. The fall but... you don't understand, I... The fall is still happening" he tried awkwardly and Molly approached him slowly,

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not talking about the fake fall?" she asked and Sherlock fell silent for a moment and hesitantly reached for her hand and held it in his own,

"When... When I stood on this roof about to... create the illusion of my death I... All I could really think about was the fact that I was leaving you behind. Yes, I was leaving John and Mrs Hudson but... The thought of leaving you affected me more and... I realised that I had been falling far longer than that" he murmured as he kept his eyes on her hand, examining the minor discolouration of where the ring from her engagement with Tom had been before he broke it off. He must have gone into a trance because next thing he knew his eyes closed as Molly placed her free hand against his cheek in soft comfort,

"Sherlock what are you trying to tell me?" she asked in a whisper and Sherlock found himself resting her forehead against her own causing her to close her own eyes,

"What I am trying to tell you... Molly Hooper. Is that... From the first time I met you... That is when the fall began and I have been falling ever since that day. I found myself... Falling in love with you" he whispered and Molly felt herself smile softly,

"I love you too you idiot" she replied in a just as soft whisper and it was at the moment John found a message addressed to Sherlock and himself and opened it curiously as it had been hand posted and his eyes widened to see a yellow drawn smiley face with the phrase,

'It's Not The Fall That Kills You!

Did You Miss Me?!'


DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN. Just like every finale episode I left it on a cliffhanger! :O

Kind Regards,

TheAuthor1996