Few more days passed in which Sherlock prepared for his comeback. Molly helped, invariably quiet and John tried to keep the mood as light as possible but the heaviness still weighed them all down. Molly's new attitude had become very amusing to John and Mrs. Hudson. The change was drastic and all of them were surprised. She went on did what she thought was right, in spite of Sherlock's disapproval, unheedingly. They collected as many as cases that were possible from John's long list of notes. It was hectic when going over to them and talk and ask them things. She and John (in disguise) would say they were reporters and then ask them the various questions about what Sherlock did with them and did they all think it was true. Nearly all of them said that they thought everything that he did was genuine.

It was on one such day that the two of them came back to find him playing on his violin something usually spirited and cheery.

'Ah welcome home John.'

'Why would you say that?' John asked looking at him with a frown.

'Can't I be nice?' Sherlock asked plucking another happy note.

'No. you are incapable of being voluntarily nice.'

'good deduction.' He told and let out howl of delight.

'Ha, Molly! How are you, and how is your memory?' he asked come dangerously close to her and peering down at her with the brightest interest.

'Fine' she said demurely but with poise, staring at the floor. She was still angry at him and tried to keep calm along with her attitude poise.

'Do you remember I asked you to make a packet of a couple things, the day I died?'

'Yes.' She answered still looking sternly down.

'Did you make it?'

'Yes.'

'Then where on earth is it?' he asked angrily.

'I have scoured everything, it's nowhere.' He said angrily. Both John and Molly started and stepped back. Although, while John winced, Molly merely looked up and gave Sherlock a stern gaze.

'Well if you did thoroughly "scour" everything then you would have found it.' Said she languidly. Once again John's brows rose with a smirk and Sherlock looked abashed.

'Wait a moment.' Said she smoothly, never hinting the pleasure she achieved at getting him to look baffled, and went into johns room and brought out brown paper packet and handed it to Sherlock.

'Where was it?' asked he in surprise.

'a girl never tells her secrets.' Was his reply with another placid smile. She turned and went to the kitchen and put the kettle to boil.

'do you know how she is doing it?' John asked.

'No.' said Sherlock quietly in anger. John chuckled with mirth.

'so how did it go today. Who was it?'

'it went well, very well. It was Joanne Mead. You remember her, don't you?'

No.

'She was the one with the dead —'

'John don't, I don't care.'

'did you figure what to do with Reilly?' asked John.

'Ages ago.'

'What are you going to do then?'

'What she did to me.' he explained simply.

'What do you mean? Are going to go ahead and tell people that she is a fraud?'

'exactly John, I see you're improving.' He declared with an approving nod.

'I don't understand.' John told him clearly muddled. Molly brought the tray and gave each one their tea and coffee. She settled near johns feet with her own mug.

'What did she do to me, John?' Sherlock drawled.

'She ruined your complete reputation.' John tried.

'And?'

'She made you look like a liar?' he put forth.

'and?'

'She ended him in his, she gave him a taste of his own medicine.' Molly proposed. Sherlock looked at her with her favorite smile.

'Yes. And that is what is shall do. How did she get me Molly?'

'With true information mixed with lies.' John said triumphantly.

'With the help of his enemy.' Molly interposed.

'You are 0-2 John. Well done Molly. Each person has someone who wants to bring the first one down. Especially the ones who shot to fame overnight. Ones like silly Kitty Reilly.'

'So we look for anyone who has a green spot for her, and old boyfriend or bff or something.' Molly said.

'Good for us, I've already found her. Tia lee, or something. Molly you and Miss––uh, Morstan was it?–– yes can you two talk to her and get all the back up. She Reilly were, as you put it, bffs. Together in college and in the office and were very close till kitty found her break. Since then she is obviously bitter about kitty and is our prey. The next thing was that Moriarty created a rich brook. And not just shows he did it were anyone could find it and believe it.'

John and Molly looked up at him blankly. He rolled his eyes and loudly bellowed.

'Where do you find everything instantly?! The internet! People believe that everything there is on the net would be true to the T. ordinary people.' Snorted he.

'So we make another identity. On the internet.'

'All over it. In the name of James Moriarty. Mycroft is going to help with the information. We are going to end this and win it. Moriarty is over. Come on, now get going. get a new hard disk. There'll be lots of information.'

John got up and smiled.

'Well done, mate' he said and left to get the hard disk. Molly was still sitting down looking into her mug. Sherlock wanted to say something, anything but he couldn't think of anything. He was still trying to form words when she got up and came to him looking right into his eyes. She rose to her toes and kissed him.

As she withdrew she became aware of his arms already around her, not giving her an escape––so Sherlock––and locking her in. He frowned at her.

'Why?' he asked

'You said we, didn't you?' asked molly smiling.