Molly sat in front of Emilia, making the blonde raise an inquisitive eyebrow. "So..., since Rhys is back soon, I was thinking of going back to London to just check on things." She had not been getting visits from Mycroft as much as she'd like to and Sherlock had been ignoring her for a little while. Something was up and it was starting to become quite worrying. She had even tried getting hold of John but his line was also busy. Mrs Hudson had written to her during her monthly letters that she was away on a cruise with a girl pal and their toy boys. Thinking about that made Molly cringe.

"Check on what things exactly?"

"Oh, you know. How St. Bart's is doing, especially Mike Stamford. Well, how everyone's doing really." Molly twisted the ring around her finger, biting her lip.

Emilia sighed. "By 'everyone' you mean Sherlock Holmes?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Molly, you're nearing the end of your pregnancy, you can't just go jetting off all the time."

Molly replied with her own sigh, rubbing her head. "I know... But something in me is telling me to go home earlier. I had planned to give birth in England so what's one month not spent waiting?"

"But you were planning to go with the presence of a doctor. You can't just book a flight alone!" Emilia shook her head. "Molly, please."

"I can call Sherlock's brother and arrange something."

Emilia placed her book down. "We literally had a labour scare and you still want to put yourself through more stress, not even a couple of days after?"

"Yes."

"Then fine, there's no convincing you." Emilia chuckled, shaking her head. "But at least wait until Rhys is back for a couple of days. We're kind of backed up at the moment."

Molly accepted. "Agreed. Fair enough." She stood back up. "I have to pop home for a little bit. I forgot to feed Toby."

"I wish we could have him to cuddle up with here."

Molly chuckled, nodding. "Same, me too."

...

John leant over Sherlock's shoulder, getting a better view of the screen as Rhys took to the sociopath's other shoulder.

"Well?"

"It's Harry."

The doctor nodded, standing straight and crossing his arms. "So, what happens now? Rhys is going back today and we're nowhere close to figuring this out and we have four days left."

Sherlock quickly tapped away on his phone, sending a message as he studied the screen again. "I'm waiting on a text message."

"Well, your bills are going to be ridiculous after this." Rhys slipped his jacket on, heading for the door. "I have a four-hour drive ahead of me. I'm going to go but you better update me on the case."

Sherlock turned his head to the side so his ear was in the direction Rhys stood. "You needn't worry. We are coming down in two days. That is when this case will be solved."

Rhys clicked his tongue. "Thanks, mate."

Once he had left, John sat down beside the curious security guard. "So, how long have you been in this line of work for?"

"You British are strange."

"We get that a lot," Sherlock agreed, his phone beeping. "Ah. Watson, onto our next stop."

John had halted when he realised that they were now at the pier. A silver-haired man stood watching the sea as Sherlock strolled up to him, giving him a nod and receiving one in return.

Sherlock turned to the man. "So, you've been following him?"

"He was a person of interest, Sherlock. Had I known the family relations, I wouldn't have bothered. Hooper was an excellent agent and I had needed a favour dealing with some breaches."

"Sherrinford..."

Sherrinford turned to his younger brother. "Harry and I were in the Secret Service together. He was a good accomplice. Listened well and was very obedient. When I retired, he decided to retire to despite the fact he still had his good years ahead of him. The man who killed the woman wrapped up in his carpet was a Russian ally spy who had instead betrayed our trust. I had him dealt with whilst Harry had the woman dealt with. None of us killed this innocent woman but the man, we do take the blame for. The Russian tried to frame him by killing the woman here, in Harry's holiday home. I can make all of this go away but I must find Harry first. His children are at risk as well as his estranged wife."

"I have a feeling I know where he is."

...

Molly walked through the door, placing her keys on the counter as she spoke to Emilia on the phone.

Once she finally looked up, she gasped, dropping her phone.

"Oh! Hello... And who might you two darlings be?"

The two children looked up. The eldest spoke. A girl. "I'm Simone. This is my little brother Nigel."

Molly's heart beat loudly in her ear. "Well, do you guys know that you are in my home? Do you guys have a home?"

Simone shook her head. "Not anymore. Dad says we were compromised."

"And how old are you, Simone?"

"Sixteen. Nigel's ten."

Molly nodded, picking her phone up. "Emilia... I'm going to have to call you back." She ended the call and quickly dialled another number. "Mycroft!"

She was silenced by a mouth going over her mouth, her eyes widening as her phone was taken from her hand.

"Please, do not freak out." She heard from behind her. "I am going to turn you around now. Do not scream."

Molly nodded, her eyes trained on the two anxious children.

She was slowly turned, her hand going to rest protectively on her stomach. Once her eyes reached her unexpected gift, they widened again.

"Harry?!"

"Hey, big sis." Harry took a deep breath, letting her go and cancelling the call before placing the phone on the counter by her keys. "I need a place to stay. I see you've met my kids. They're good kids." He seemed out of breath, something Molly noticed. He was also pale.

"Harry... What on Earth?" She breathed out. "I haven't seen you since you were fourteen!"

Nigel stood up, immediately going to his father to press his hand on his chest. "Auntie Molly..." Molly's eyes found his. "Daddy's been shot."

"You what now?!"

Harry chuckled nervously, gently pushing his son away. "Nothing major... Just a little-"

And he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Molly just watched in disbelief.