Author's Note: I'll explain the forever long wait later… for now I'll just let you read this update!
"Male, 57, single gunshot to the head. His name is Jackson Miller, and if I'm correct, he worked as a secret serviceman for your brother. Come to find out, he was the one giving the information to Mycroft." Lestrade explained. The men stared down into the face of a rather pale man with grey eyes donning a black tuxedo. There was a bluetooth still attached to his left ear, and his light brown hair was caked with blood.
"What else? There must be something else or else you would have just called me." Sherlock said. "Yeah, this note was shoved into his mouth. It's addressed to you." Lestrade said, handing the consulting detective a small piece of notebook paper that read;
"I'd like to make a peace offering with you. You've been quite a bother to us recently. I'm trying to fix that. This is your final warning, Sherlock Holmes. Back off."
"Do you think they're bluffing?" John asked, reading the note over. "No. He's right, we need to back off; lay low for a while while we wait for them to plan their next move." Sherlock said.
"And what do you suppose we do?" John asked.
Something went off in Sherlock's brain. "We need to leave." He said.
"Wha- I'm sorry, what did you say?" John stammered. Sherlock rolled his eyes, "You know what I said. You, me, Molly and Mary. We need to leave the country. They wouldn't dare follow us; they can't afford to. We need to leave before someone makes a move." He said.
"We can't leave, Sherlock. We have lives here. They're not after me or Mary, they're after you. Molly is the one you have to protect, not me." John said.
Sherlock, much to John's surprise, agreed with him. "You're right." He said finally.
"I am?" John asked. "Yes. Absolutely right. I have to go. I'll have Mycroft send agents over to 221B, you and Mary need to stay there." Sherlock said, heading towards the highway.
"Where are you planning on going?" The army doctor shouted.
"If I tell you, it won't be a secret!"
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"So tell me Mary, how serious is your relationship with John?" Molly asked, sipping her espresso carefully as to not burn her mouth.
"It's only been a little while. There's not much to tell." She said with a shrug, "It's only been 4 weeks."
"True. So how's work been?" Molly asked in her nearly pathetic attempts to make small talk. On any other day, small talk with Mary wouldn't have been a problem. Hell, it was more of a privilege than anything else. Mary really was the ideal perfect friend. Today, however, a certain detective was on her mind.
"Pretty good- no disturbing patients, how about work on your-" "Molly!"
Oh god, Molly thought, I know that voice. "Sherlock? What are you doing here, I thought you had a case?" She asked.
"Forget the case. Sorry for the interruption, we need to talk about something. Now, if you will." Sherlock said, his voice kind yet impatient all the same.
He didn't seem particularly panicked, which was good, but she could tell whatever it was, it was important. "Is everything alright?" Molly asked.
"No- yes. Well, sort of. I'll explain everything later." Sherlock said.
As much as Molly enjoyed being a normal person for half a day, she knew that whatever Sherlock had called to her intention was important.
"Mary, it was wonderful catching up with you, but I have to go." Molly sighed.
Mary nodded in understanding, "Be sure to call me later. We have to do this again sometime." She said, "Nice seeing you again, Sherlock." She added.
Sherlock nodded, "You as well. I've got a cab waiting for us, we have to go." He said, practically dragging the pathologist out of the coffee shop, and receiving more than a few strange sideway glances from strangers.
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"Alright, Sherlock. You've got me here, what are you so urgent to speak to me about?" Molly, her tone growing irritated. First he dragged her from the coffee shop in a frenzy, only to make her wait until they finally made it home to even begin to discuss what was eating at him.
"We need to leave the country." Sherlock said. Molly stood silently for a moment, giving her brain a moment to process what she'd just been told.
"We, meaning you and I?" Molly asked. "Yes. Think of it as a vacation." Sherlock replied.
"You just want to pack up our things and leave the country? What's going on?" She asked. "Listen, I received a note, presumably from you-know-who saying that I needed to back off the case, so that's what I'm doing. I've put your life in danger too many times for my comfort, we need to lay low for a while." Sherlock explained.
Molly smiled. "Now that," She began, "I can live with."
"You're okay with this arrangement?" Sherlock asked. "Of course. I don't have to worry about you getting killed if we're in America." She said.
Sherlock was overjoyed to hear this; he hadn't completely screwed himself over by suggesting this. That had to be a first. "I just have two questions, where are we going, and what will happen to everyone who stays here?" Molly asked.
"Mycroft has agreed to put a protective detail on everyone who stays. As for where we go, we'll, that's up to you, Ms. Hooper." Sherlock said playfully.
Molly smiled and wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck. "Pack your bags, Sherlock Holmes," she said, "we're going to California."
Author's Note: Please Please Please don't kill me. I know it's a very short chapter, and a very long wait. I lost all inspiration for a while. But, looks like I'm back on track! I really hope you liked this chapter. (IT'S BEEN TOO LONG GUYS! I'VE MISSED YOU!) Hopefully next one we'll see a bit more of domestic Sherlolly, but you never know. They'll find trouble sooner or later. :)
XXX Danielle