Author's note : here is one other missing chapter, have a good reading :) and please review if you liked :)
Molly was peacefully sleeping in her bed with Toby at her feet when he was woken up by something cold against her. She had a spectacular jump while screaming of surprise. Afraid, Toy left the room, by the door which was…open.
« - What are you doing in my bed ? » told a voice next to Molly.
The young woman recognized Sherlock's annoyed voice in the dark. She sighed and then answered in an irritated voice :
« - Sherlock ! That's MY bedroom, and I sleep in MY bed. The spare room is…
- Too small, cut Sherlock, I thought we had an agreement. I need the space.
- And I need to sleep in my bed. Good night ! »
She ended the conversation there, turning in her side of the bed, covering herself with the sheets. What she wasn't expecting was that Sherlock would do the same. The detective had never shared his bed, but he was like a chameleon, he could adapt himself to every situations. And he was determined to show Molly that he will stay in this room, not the tiny spare one. Of course he wasn't expecting to sleep, and even less to wake up so close to Molly Hooper. He almost stopped breathing when she turned in front of him and hugged him, the head against his chest. Of course he knew how to fake a normal and caring attitude in those cases, even if John Watson was thinking the contrary, but with Molly it was…different. He gently pulled off, replacing him by a big pillow, and went out of the room.
He was thinking about John. He went to his fake funerals. There was John and Mrs Hudson. They all made a little speech, and John's was actually quite funny because he was asking him to be alive. Well maybe not funny because John was actually crying. He turned on his laptop and started to make some researches on Moriarty's web, with the help of some confidential accesses Mycroft gave him. One more week and he would have dismantled this part of the web. Next part was in Russia. He will have to let John, Graham (or whatever was his name), and his pathologist on their own. Surprisingly, Molly Hooper was the one who demonstrated the most strength in that case, and she did an awesome job. Her help has ever been welcome, but he always had to use charm on her on previous cases. This time she touched his seeming cold heart, seeing trough his shell, and for the first time he had been sincere to her. Suddenly, Sherlock was pulled from his thoughts by the ringtone of the telephone.
« - Phone ! » he shouted trough the house.
After a few seconds, Molly rushed from her bedroom, still in her pyjamas (with a pink flowers pattern), and picked up the phone.
« - Hello ? she said looking at Sherlock in an unsure stare.
- Molly ? It's me..It's John, John Watson. » a broken voice answered back.
Sherlock froze but didn't show his unrest. Molly however saw his blank stare and knew she hadn't to count on him to help her on that call.
« - John ! she said with a calm voice. How are you ?
- I…I can't…, he answered. Molly…I…I see a bloody psychiatrist !
- And…, stuttered the pathologist, does it help you ? a bit ?
- NO ! shouted John. Sherlock is bloody dead ! And a psychiatrist won't change anything to that ! Oh…I'm sorry Molly, I didn't want to shout on you…
- No it's okay John, it's okay to be upset…I…I understand, reassured Molly, changing from the living room to the spare bedroom to avoid Sherlock being hurt or guilty by the call.
- I miss him so much, Molly…, John said in tears.
- I know, I… I miss him too… »
And it wasn't really a lie. She was worried about him, he had lost weight, wasn't sleeping and wasn't paying attention to her.