I am so sorry for the delay but there was a lot going on. For all those who reviewed, a big hug. You guys make my days. Here is the 4th chapter. I hope you all like it. Also, this is another heart breaker but there are some really fun things it leads to in the next chapter so pay attention.

Sherlock stood there. He was so stunned that he did not even care what that was going on around him. It was about ten minutes before he moved. His mind was still on what Molly had said. Was it true?

He reached their quarters. He did not register anything clearly accept there were two people in the room. One John and some other women. The women! She had been there earlier. Yet he sat down infront of the desk and put his hands together, under his chin. He was in deep thought when a hand moved from his arm to shoulder. The women's face was beside his, asking;

'What is it Mr. Holmes? Is something wrong?'

'Even if it were, it's not of your concerns.' Said he, trying to keep his calm. She was the basic reason why Molly had left.

'ah. The pathologist.' Sherlock turned to her. Their face barely inches. He looked right into her dilated eyes.

'what about her?' he asked. The women sighed.

'you are usually very good at concealing everything, Sherlock dear, but I must say, lack of practice can really be problematic.' She said.

'There has been no lack of practice.' he said. She laughed.

'And you are not being evasive. Sure. I must get going though.' She said withdrawing and straightening. She paused at the door and said.

'you sure must know that Jim Moriarty is back, Mr. Holmes. Do guard you little mouse.' She smiled and left.

'What was that all about?' John asked.

'It's been a morning John. I am going to sleep.' Sherlock announced.

'Yeah. Okay.' John said, settling down back into his chair and taking his laptop back.

Sherlock changed from his usual suit to his robe and pajamas. He lay on the bed, yet sleep did not come. Molly's words, the women's words and Moriarty, all of it just kept turning and turning in his head. His brain was just filled up with it.

Molly's hot tears had dried up till she reached Bart's. She went to her lab and started working. There were the usual cadavers that kept her mind distracted, though once in a while, it did wander over to the detective that used to be sit there.

She felt very upset by everything. But it all waned when Mary came dancing in.

'Maaaaaaaauuuuuuully!' she sang as she took Molly's hands and turned, making both of them circle.

What is it? Did prince Harry ask you out?!' Molly laughed and asked. Mary happily nodded. Molly stunned halted the circling instantly.

'What?!' Molly asked, positively shocked.

'Oh, not that one. The prince from army. The one that solves crimes, writes blogs and treats people.'

'John finally asked you out?' asked Molly happy that it was happening after such a long term of secret glances and avarice smiles.

'Yep. Seems like forever right?' Molly grinned throughout Mary's joyful monologue.

'What about you and him?' she inquired looking at Molly with a sympathizing expression.

'I don't know. I gave up on predicting him a long time ago.' She told resignedly.

'yet, you know what he would do.'

'Yes, I know what he will do in this case but– he has other things to deal with right now. We can deal with the "us" mess later.' She shrugged and so did the other girl. After that they were busy with slicing up lifeless bodies.

By the time it was evening, she had to drag herself out of the lab to get ready for the date with Kaven. It took every bitter feeling she had towards the Adler woman for Molly get dressed and wait for Kaven to show up. She had decided that she would have good time.

'hey! You look beautiful.' He said smiling at her and giving her a bouquet of roses. Somewhere in Molly's brain, a deep voice grunted "so predictable". Molly smiled back, though not at the flowers.

They went on to have a good dinner at a good restaurant. The place was good and the companionable chatter they had was good. It was all on the whole good. Just good. There was no charm or magic, or whatever it was that Sherlock's mere presence produced. Molly passed the evening just trying to be happy and nice to her date.

Kaven was very nice to her talking to her about his various interests and how he had just finished his master and applied for jobs. He was looking forward to the replies.

'And they should come I think by the end of this week.' Prophesied he, happily.

'I think this phase is rather exciting. You know, just waiting for the answers it is rather confusing, but you ever know what will happen so it's kind of exciting too.'

'Hmm. Believe me, the first day I could not even get sleep, it was so exciting.'

'It surely must have been.' Said the deep voice Molly so wished to hear that for moment she took it as a fraction of her imagination. Yet the tall, wrapped figure came to them, halting at their table. She did not even look up to say;

'Sherlock.'

'Molly.' He said just as cordially.

'what are you doing here?'

'Someone does not seem happy that I am here. Isn't it Mr.–?'

'Kaven.' Molly said. 'this is Kaven, and this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Kaven.'

'Hey!' the human one greeted brightly.

'hello.' Said the supernatural condescendingly.

'so you are a detective, huh?' Kaven asked

'yes, consulting but you already know. And you believe me a fraud.' He said jerk his head sideways.

'It was all over the papers and the telly, I mean not all of it could be wrong.' he said looking at Molly for a support, but he received a surprising glare. He had touched a nerve. Sherlock opened his mouth to retort but she cut in.

'Actually, it was in fact all false. Each and every word was a lie. It is nearly proved that Sherlock is not a fraud. He actually is the true one, the hero, rather than the villain.' She said getting up.

'What—okay. Fine but where are you going?' he asked confused and taken aback by her reaction

'Well, Sherlock here is to pick me up, we have some work to be finished, and I am sorry but it is important. I would have told you but I was not sure about it myself.'

'Uh-right-okay.' He nodded, getting up.

'Once again it was a pleasure, but please keep in mind that he is not a fraud not at all.' She said shaking his hand and putting on her coat.

'Uh, yeah. Nice meeting you.' He said, meaninglessly, to Sherlock, who merely nodded. They turned and left. Sherlock was looking at Molly with a slight awe.

'How did you deduce?' he asked when they were weaving through the crowd out on road.

Molly looked at him in surprise.

'Know deduce?'

'That I had come to pick you for some work?' he told.

'Well that is always the case isn't it? You come to me when you have work. And when you don't you are just not paying attention.'

'I am paying attention.' He whined.

'Then you'd know how I "deduced" that you were here for some work from all that I said this morning. But "obviously" you were not paying attention.' She breathed in heavily and quickened her pace.

I hope the little longer chapter makes up for the delay. Tell me what you think about it and yes do let me know if you want anything specific happening. I'd love ideas.

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