Chapter 4

Sherlock knocked again on the door. He knew it was late, but he was sure she was awake, after that phone call.

It's not like Sherlock wanted to be here. To have this akward conversation with Molly. But he had to do it, he had to make sure everyone's safe.

Molly opened the door, and when she saw it was Sherlock on the other side, she tried to close it. She knew what Sherlock wants to talk about.

Sherlock stopped the closing door with his leg, looking at Molly strangly.

-Molly..- He tried

-No, Sherlock, please, we don't need to talk about it, I think i know what you're about to say, but I don't want to hear it.-she said."She must have been crying" Sherlock thought. Sentimentality. So stupid.

-I do not think you know what I'm about to tell you. Except Lestrade or John called you, but I doubt, they're both seemed rather busy, and tired. May I came in?- and without an answer, he walked past Molly, and got in her flat. He walked room to room, trying to deduce everything he could. He was pretty sure, that there was no bomb in here, but he had to make sure. He was now looking at Molly's bookself, trying to find anything suspicious, when Molly walked in.

-Sherlock, what are you doing?

-I'm looking for dust. Or rather the absence of dust. That they moved something in here quite recently.

-I was just cleaning the house this morning, Sherlock. But what do you mean? Why would they move anything in here? What happened?- she was now worried. Someone was in her flat? But she was home all day.

Sherlock turned back, now facing Molly. Molly's heart skipped a beat. She felt her face turning red. "He's so perfect" she thought. She looked away.

- I have a sister. It's a long story, and I don't want to get into it now, but that point is, that she was experienting with us, about emotonal context, feelings I suppose. Quite a family conflict.

-Wait, you have a sist..-

-Don't interrupt. She claimed that there's a bomb in your house, Molly, which is going to explode, if I don't make you say the magic words.

-What?..-

-There was a coffin, Molly, it was made for you! The time was ticking, and I... I didn't wanted to loose you Molly Hooper.

Molly stayed in silence. The thoughts was running through her head.

- You made me say those words, to stop the bomb from exploding? Is there a bomb in here?

-No. No bomb in here. She lied abut it.

-I knew it. I knew it can't be real. I knew you couldn't mean it, I...- Molly was now crying, her face red, her whole body shaking.

-Molly...-Sherlock didn't know how to react, he's not used to consol others.

-Sherlock please leave. - she cried. -Please, i need to be alone, I...- she couldn't finish. Sherlock walked to her, and without Molly expecting it, he hugged her. He hold Molly close, wanted to feel her safe. Molly's face was lying on Sherlock's shoulder.

-Sherlock...

-I didn't wanted the bomb to explode, because I didn't wanted to see you dead. You're too important for that. Please calm down.

-Right.. - Molly got out of the hug, trying to concentrate on her breathing. -Thanks for telling me, Sherlock, it's okay. I just need time, you know. Time will heal things up, right? - she tried to smile at him.

-I'm afraid there are things even time won't heal. But i know you will be fine. You're strong, Molly. Keep that in mind.- and with that, Sherlock went back to the front door, and walked out of her flat. He liked the wind blow in his face. "East wind?" The sun was rising now, making the sky in the colour of orange. Beautiful, he thought.

And then he heard his phone ringing in his pocket. He was walking away from Molly's house, looking at his phone now. He just got a text message from John, saying "Where are you? I need to get Rosie, Baker Street is a mess, you should stay by my place for a while."

Right, he forgot about the explosion.How nice of John, worrying about him, after everything Sherlock pulled him through. He didn't answered, didn't know how to.

He was walking in the streets of London, breathing in the air, lost in his thoughts.

After a few hours, he started to feel his body need of rest, he should have a shower, get himself together. He couldn't go back to Baker street, and he wasn't ready to talk with John yet.

He was about to call Lestrade, when he received another text message. The number was unknown. It was only two simple words, but it made his heart skip a beat.

"Miss me?"