Sherlock woke with a start. He felt slightly slow and unsteady. He shook himself to try and become more alert. He scowled, this was why he didn't sleep, it made you feel so woozy. Sherlock was relieved to see Squish sitting cross legged on the armchair opposite him, but was alarmed when he couldn't see John anywhere.

"Where's John" he asked her, as he reached up and stretched his aching muscles.

"Bathroom" she replied, "He's been in there for hours. And I do mean that literally, he came in about two hours ago saying that he couldn't sleep with stuff that wasn't his but looked like his around him."

Sherlock frowned, "Why is that an issue?" he asked surprised.

The girl shrugged, "He said it was like wearing someone else's underwear."

Again Sherlock looked puzzled.

"Invasive and faintly voyeuristic"

Sherlock snorted and stood up. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and was visibly shocked to see his appearance.

He rounded on Squish, "How could you not tell me that my hair was so rumpled?"

"I'm so sorry" she said sarcastically, "next time I'll tell Moran 'no sorry, I'm afraid you can't torture me today, I need to focus on the fact that Sherlock might need me to comb his hair for him.' I've had things on my mind, other than your bloody hair!"

Sherlock didn't appear to be listening. Instead he was moving towards the door where in their actual flat his bedroom would behind. He opened the door and stood stock still.

"Sherlock?" He could hear the question and the worry in her voice," are you ok?"

Wordlessly he stepped aside and heard her heave herself to her feet, heard the slight grunt of pain as she straightened up, and then heard the gasp of surprise as she saw inside the room.

"Molly?"

The woman was passed out, lying spread-eagled on the bed. Squish was relieved to see that Molly still had all her clothes on; she couldn't deal with that sort of a game. Squish realised that Sherlock was still standing there unmoving.

"I'll… I'll go get John then" she said awkwardly, Sherlock didn't register that she had said anything just stood there looking at her. She turned and sprinted to the bathroom as fast as her stitches would allow.

The door was thrown open and John jerked awake. After spending half an hour trying out different positions he had decided that he was most comfortable lying with his head on the side of the bath. Unfortunately at some point he had slipped onto the floor and was now drooling into the bath mat, with a bemused looking girl looking down at him. He sat up and wiped his mouth

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I think you're going to have to see for yourself" she replied, "and John?" He looked up at her, "next time you decide to fall asleep in the bathroom, maybe you want to put a towel on the bath so you don't wake up with a red mark on you face? Just a suggestion"

John came into Sherlock's room and stood still with his mouth agape at the scene that stood before him. Sherlock had by this point located a shirt and was lying next to Molly on the bed, with Squish sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed. She looked up as John walked in and rolled her eyes.

"I'll be honest; at this point I'm expecting Anderson to pop out of the oven."

"How did she get here?" John asked as he made his way to the bed and took up a limp wrist to check her pulse.

"I gather Jim thought it would be a nice surprise "Sherlock said dryly, "Will she be all right John?" John looked up at him and nodded.

"Her pulse was a little slower than I would like but I would guess they gave her a strong sedative if no one came in last night to put her in here?"

Squish shook her head, "I didn't really sleep, I would have known if anyone came in, plus the sheets say she's been here for about six hours, we've only been here for five."

Sherlock turned to John, "When was the last time you saw her?" His voice didn't make it a question but a statement.

"The day Moriarty took me" John replied, "She's being staying at Baker Street, Lestrade said that that's where he would go first with any news and she wanted to hear it as soon as she could."

Sherlock frowned slightly at this and John sighed, "She was very worried about you Sherlock, she didn't know what would happen with you…and Jim"

Sherlock raised one eyebrow almost delicately, "What do you mean by that John?" His voice was soft and dark. John sighed again.

"She knows you Sherlock. She knows how you feel about him." Sherlock's second eyebrow joined the first, this time Squish spoke.

"You do feel something for him, if only your insane addiction to the game that the pair of you play and" she hesitated here "Say what we can about Jim, he knows how to play with you Sherlock. He knows that sometimes you'll do anything for the power. And she knows it too." She said it gently enough but there was deeper meaning to her words that John recognised even if Sherlock didn't.

It was a meaning that said: you can be very cruel to the people who love you. We're scared that you disregard us when something better comes along. We aren't sure about how you feel about us but we love you anyway. Because we have no choice in it.

Molly stirred and immediately all attention transferred to her. Her eyelids fluttered and then she opened her eyes, she groaned and then threw a hand over her eyes as he adjusted to the light. John helped her into a sitting position and passed her a cup of water that she gulped down. Molly's hair was tangled and frizzed out in a halo of golden brown. She began to retch and Squish quickly thrust a nearby kidney dish to her.

Sherlock looked faintly disgusted, "That was a kidney dish used in one of the first heart operations by Dr Dwight Harken in the Second World War" he said quietly.

"And you are starting to sound like Mycroft." She replied coldly, "It's not even yours!"

Sherlock still looked a little bit put out, she leaned over and hissed into his ear, "SHE, should your priority not a bloody kidney dish that's doesn't even belong to you."

Sherlock looked a little surprised and nodded. He reached over and held Molly's hand, at this Squish smiled a little, approving.

"Now fellas, will the pair of you get out please? Molly needs a little space I think."

As the two men were hustled from the room, Molly swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her hands to her head. Squish wordlessly passed her the water and Molly choked down a few gulps.

"What happened?" the girl asked gently, taking the glass and placing it on the table. Molly sighed and pulled her hair over her shoulder and began plaiting it, her hands needing something to do.

"After they got John, Greg was really worried. He thought that they might want me for leverage or something. He had this guy come and stay in the flat, Jack. Then yesterday… God was it only yesterday? They came. Three of them. This tall thin guy and two big guys and they… they…" Her eyes filled with tears and her breath was ragged. The girl wrapped an arm around her and hugged her tightly.

"It's allright. Shh, shh, its ok."

Then Sherlock came in through the door. He strode in, and pulled Molly into his chest. She clutched at him and he rocked her back and forth as though she was a baby. His hand went to the back of her head and held her too him. Squish could hear the desperate breaths that Molly drew and saw Sherlock stroke her hair reassuringly, she carefully got up and took her leave, quietly shutting the door behind her.