Hello, this is the Queen speaking.

So yes, I have had a couple people ask me to make this a series, which I will happily do : )

I'm kind of wanting to have this fic from Sherlock's Pov, cause as a psychology student I love the way his brain works. So I'm gonna base this within his experiences taking apart Moriarty's network before we get back to Molly. If you want me to get to Molly quicker though, just tell me and I'll dive right in!

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own no one except Yang Ai, Yang Bonan and Sharma Oro.

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It had been three weeks since he had left London, and four since he had seen Molly. Her last words to him where stuck with him. He found himself hearing her voice when he was trying to figure something out, as if she was urging him on. Deduce me!

Sherlock had moved twice in the span of a month. Once was out of London to New Orleans, in the US, then from New Orleans to Mexico City. After bringing down that devision Mycroft had contacted him to tell him that his flight to Tokyo. He had to admit, his Japanese was a little rusty, but hay, what can you do. The jet would take him to the outskirts, where he would be dropped and left to fend for himself for another couple weeks. The name on his list was Yang Ai. According to Mycroft, Miss Yang's Sister, Bonan, and her lover, Iona, had been taken by the mafia there, so Yang was just as rearing to take them down as he was.

Hauling himself onto the jet, Sherlock allowed his guard to come down only slightly, getting the first restful moments he had had since leaving Molly's. He breathed in deeply. Good buy Mexico, and good riddance. Forgive me if I don't come back for a while.

"Mr Holmes?" Sherlock looked up to the source of the voice. A short and sturdy man with short cropped hair. At seeing him his heart began to ache. " We will be leaving shortly, so I suggest you get in a seat and buckle up, it's gonna be bumpy." John sprung to mind. Sherlock felt the strongest desire to ignore the man completely, but an anchoring voice pulled him back from his grief. Deduce me.

Sherlock stood and looked down at the man. Short hair, military. No tan line, North commission. 32 to 34 years old. Picture in cockpit, two children (one 12, one16) and wife. Ring on left ring finger, plus a matching ring on a chain around neck to small for his finger. Widowed. Wife died recently. Corporal.

"Alright, Corporal." He turned and sat in one of the seats on the jet, strapping in and gazing lazily out of the window. "Oh, and Corporal." He turned around to look at Sherlock. Be nice Sherlock.Molly's voice spoke in his head. He has lost his wife and he can't see his kids, be kind. Be kind Sherlock. "I am sorry for your loss."

The Corporal looked slightly taken aback, but nodded his thanks, before leaving for the cockpit.

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Sherlock met Ai at the check point a day later. She came out from behind a pile of cardboard boxes. She was small, with long brown hair, put up in a high pony tail. She looked about 21 or 22, but no older.

"Alpha. Fox. Brother." Sherlock said to her, almost casually, and waited for her reply.

"Alpha. Húlì. Sister."

"Good, I am here to help with your mafia problem."

"Yes. Crime, is large at here. We have a big... problem."

"Tell me about the leaders of the mafia and what they have been up to."

"Sorry? Can you say it again..."

"Tell me who organizes the crime... and what they do."

"Ah, yes, but not here. Come." She signaled for him to follow her. She lead him through back streets and alleyways until she stopped at a modest looking house. Once inside she told him to sit down and they began to make plans.

She couldn't speak that much English, and his Japanese was still a little rusty so they conversed in both. She told him more of what had happened to her and her sister, and about the crime leader, Sharma Oro.

"So Sharma is a none womanizer?"

"A what?"

"好色之徒." Sherlock said, repeating the phrase in Japanese.

"Oh, yes."

"We can use this to our advantage."

"Are you suggest I make him like me as girl?"

"Yes, I'm suggesting you seduce him."

"Sudusse?"

"勾引, seduce."

"Oh, yes, se-duce."

They worked quickly. Sharma had a large company place with a is private organization of 'companions'. Yang Ai walked in with the rest of Sharma's prostitutes, as planned, and Sherlock crept in though the back while Ai distracted them. After that Sherlock was able to destroy all their documents, on drive and on paper, before transferring all their money to Yang Ai's bank account. The mafia was then left powerless, but Ai's sister, Bonan, shot Sharma in the head before anyone could stop her.

The next few days Sherlock spent with the Yang sisters. Bonan told him all about how Sharma and his men had kidnapped all the girls, beat them, gave them all sedatives, and forced them into prostitution. Sherlock listened to her story intently, comforting her with words when it was needed and leaving Bonan to cry against her sister's shoulder when she couldn't talk anymore.

Later that night, Bonan was in bed and Ai and Sherlock were sitting in the living room quietly. Ai had been telling him about how her girlfriend had been killed when Bonan was taken.

"She was brave. I was sedated first and I could barley move, so could not fight, but Iona, she fought Sharma's men. She fought his men to protect my sister when I could not. They only wanted young girls, and seeing as Iona was 24 they did not want her. They may have want me, but they take Bonan instead. She is only 18. They want to make sure they are untouched. And Bonan was. If she still is I don not know, but Iona... she was shot for putting up a fight..."

Sherlock listened and asked questions to try and let her remember happier times with her.

"What about you Sherlock? Is there woman in your life who have gone?"

"No. There is no one."

"That is not true. I see the sadness in your eye. You tell me of deducing and how you are a man who find truth when people don't want give it. Well I tell you now, Holmes, I may not deduce like you, but I know when people lie to me."

Sherlock sighed, giving in the the small girl. "There is one girl that has been on my mind more often then late."

"Tell me of her."

"She is a doctor. She helped kill me, and she looked after me in my deepest time of need."

"What happen before you leave for breaking Moriatry's network?"

So he told her the story.

Only three hours after Molly left for her date, she came storming back into the flat...soaking wet.

"Molly!" I called from the sitting room. "How was the date?...Why are you wet?"

Molly spun around to glare at me. "Deduce me." She bit out, holding out her arms.

I must say, I was slightly taken aback by Molly's harsh tone. This was sweet little Molly. My sweet little pathologist. "You're still mad?"

"Noooo! I'm not mad at you at all! Why would I be?..." She spat sarcastically.

"I don't...I-"

"You were right." She sighed defeatedly. "You were right about Sebastian...He was after my money."

"Molly..."

"He creeped me out. I'm not gonna lie." She stormed of towards the bathroom and I followed her, wanting an explanation for her mood. And why she was wet. "He seemed so sweet at the hospital! And then..."

"Okay, but why are you wet?"

"Deduce me. I'm gonna have a shower and then go to bed."

"I asked you why you are wet!"

"And I told you to Deduce me! Are you having performance issues? Go on Sherlock, Deduce me!..."

We were there for a while, just stood there staring at one another. I'm not sure quite how long. I kept finding myself watching the beads of water trail down from her forehead, down the side of her face, and down her long, elegant neck. It was strange, I don't usually look at woman, or anyone that way, but when Molly was standing there, wet and angry it... it was like I couldn't keep my eyes of her, like they were glued to her... I don't now.

With a big old huff of annoyance she pushed the door to the bathroom open and slammed it behind her. I stood out side, hand outstretched, wondering whether or not to knock. I wanted to. I really did... but I didn't. A few moments later I heard the shower start and knew that if I did knock and try to go in, with her in the state she was is now, I would have been slapped and kicked out for sure. I walked back to the sofa and sat down. It was then that my phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of me.

Trafalgar Square. 11:45pm. Ginger. Come alone, obviously. Head out. Tamson. Petal. Cobra. New Orleans. Kesgrave. Jackson Ness.

MH

So I stood up and began to rush around the flat, picking up items and placing them in my backpack. After a quick glance at the clock (11:15) so I put on the ginger wig, beard and blue beany.

Hand on the door, I pocketed one of Molly's spare keys and headed out. Locking the door behind me. After I climbed down the two sets of stairs, from the second floor to the lobby, I was able to slip out of the building, thankfully unnoticed. I turned back, the realisation that 'Deduce me.' may be the last words I hears the sweet Molly Hopper say to me caused me to stop. Doing this job... it's most likely going to get me killed...

Ai listened this time, watching him is he re-told the story of the last time he saw the one he loved. Of course the brilliant man infront of her was to naive to see it.

"Sound to me like she was confused when she left the shower. Did you leave a note?"

"Well I d-" The phone in his pocket rung. He looked at it.

Yibin Toal. 1:30am. Grey. Come alone, obviously. Head out. Tamson. Saturn. Links. Moscow. File. Total. Dan Browning.

MH

"I'm sorry Ai, it seems I must go. Until next time, Yang Ai."

"直到下一次, Sherlock Holmes."

He smiled at her, his own words reflected back to him in Japanese. He had to say, he was very impressed, (and some what...proud) with how quickly Ai had polished of her English. Sure it was still broken, but he didn't need to repeat things in her own language quite as often as before.

He didn't want to admit it, but he would miss the odd quirks Ai had. She reminded him of all his friends back home. John's bravery and loyalty, Greg's awe at his ability to see through people's lies like glass, Mrs Hudson's kindness and hospitality, and Molly's ability to know when he was hiding something.

As he left the house he thought back to the first time he properly met Bonan. Sweet and small, with a fiery temper to contrast.

"The Yang sisters." He laughed under his breath. "I look forward to seeing what ou do in your futures."

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Sherlock sat in the jet, heading for Russia. He glanced down at the sheet of paper he had been given once he got on board. This time the list was longer. He was going to have to stay in Russia for a while. Ai's words rung in his mind, You tell me of deducing and how you are a man who find truth when people don't want give it. Well I tell you now, Holmes, I may not deduce like you, but I know when people lie to me.Had he been lying? He hadn't ment to... He had been telling the truth, hadn't he? Ai's broken English helped him to dismiss it as misinterpretation, but there was still a small voice in his mind that told him she had understood perfectly. That she had found out he was lying before even he had realized he had been.

Sherlock shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He forced that voice down into the cells of his mind palace, shoving Ai's words down with it. He locked the door with great effort, and throw away the key. Those thoughts were not going to trouble him during his mission. The sooner he took down the network, the sooner he could go home and confront this 'Molly problem ' head on.

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So, here we have it. The end of chapter two. Hopefully you enjoyed it. I know there isn't much Molly, but I'd like to explore Sherlock coming to terms with his feelings for Molly before he confronts her. I've put the poor girl through enough in other stories, I think I'll let her have a little rest. Its only fair.

Next chapter on Sunday.

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