I am sooo sorry for the delay! My exams at the university started and I am basically studying my ass off for better grades. That's why I might not be able to upload as often as I used to in the upcoming future. Sorry :\ And also I am sorry that this chapter is shorter than the others. But I will make it up to you guys, no worries! (;

And thanks again to everyone who was reviewed, followed and favourited my story. You guys are the reason for my inspiration (and of course Sherlolly)!..

A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and BBC.

Beta'd by Bellarsam Chrisjulittle.

It was a bright, sunny Saturday and also the first time they ever went shopping together. They were both at the grocery store, arguing over what Sherlock didn't want to buy, because he basically didn't want to buy anything at all. He said they didn't need anything, that they could eat outside anytime. And Molly told him they couldn't do that every single day for every meal time. But he always replied with, We have money, we can do whatever we want.

It was an arguement that neither would give up on, so they just both fell silent and Molly kept buying groceries without asking his opinion on it. If he was going to act like an arse, then Molly would buy and cook whatever the hell she wanted.

Molly was still angry at him even outside the store, but then Sherlock held her hand, combining their fingers and all was forgotten. A huge smile appeared on her face and she bit her lower lip, seeing from the corner of her eye that Sherlock had a huge smile plastered on his face too.

They reached home hand in hand, and Sherlock didn't let go of her hand even when he was unlocking the door. He just used his other hand and kept holding Molly's hand the entire time, as if she would disappear if he let her go.

"Oh!" Molly gasped suddenly.

Sherlock's brow arched. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to buy some milk. You go inside, I'll be back in five minutes." She pecked him on the cheek and went back to the store.

Sherlock shook his head and rolled his eyes as he went inside. He placed the groceries on top of the kitchen counter and headed back to the living room, placing his coat on the armchair. He sighed, thinking of checking his emails in case an important case was sent to his inbox. It had been awhile since he'd last solved a significant case for his own satisfaction.

"Seeing you so domestic brings tears to my eyes, brother dear."

Sherlock hissed and turned around to see his brother standing there, swinging his umbrella like he did all the time. The smug look on his face, the coldness in his eyes, the cool posture of his that never changed.

"What do you want, Mikey?" Sherlock asked and planted a fake smile on his face. He knew how much Mycroft hated being called Mikey and he knew by calling him that, he annoyed him enough.

Sure enough, Mycroft's lips turned into a thin line and his brows furrowed. So he just went straight to the point: "Mrs. Hudson is missing."

"What do you mean, Mrs. Hudson's missing?" Sherlock asked Mycroft, who was standing there with a cold expression on his face, as if there was nothing wrong at all with Mrs. Hudson being missing.

But when he got no reply from his brother, he got pissed so he repeated his question, yelling: "What do you mean Mrs. Hudson is missing?"

He rolled his eyes before answering him almost indifferently: "Calm down, Sherlock. My men are doing their best to find her."

That's when Sherlock couldn't control his anger anymore and jumped right on Mycroft, pulling him from his collar up to the air. Sherlock pushed him to the wall behind him and cursed at him under his breath.

"Sherlock!"

Molly was holding a grocery bag in her hand when she entered the flat and saw Sherlock looking like he was about to kill his own brother. She dropped the bag to the floor and ran to Sherlock, calling his name loudly. But she knew she should never step in between the two brothers when they were throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.

"God's sake, Sherlock, let go of your brother!" Molly yelled at him when she saw Sherlock wasn't even paying attention to her presence. She pulled him by the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped her arms around his waist, stopping him. She was now standing in the middle of the two brothers, her face resting on Sherlock's chest. She could hear how loud and rapid his heartbeat was and knew this wasn't a good sign.

Sherlock finally let go of his brother. Mycroft fixed his tie and cleared his throat, still looking at his brother angrily. "I promise, we will find her as soon as possible. Plus, it hasn't been twenty-four hours yet, so she isn't technically considered missing. Maybe she just went outside and forgot the way home," Mycroft said and shrugged.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes but before he could say something, Molly jumped into the conversation. "She is not having amnesia, Mycroft; she's not that old or at all stupid, despite what you think. If you think you're the smarter brother, then act like it and deduce properly," Molly deadpanned him.

Mycroft rolled his eyes in return as an answer to Molly. "I put my best men to this job because I know how important she is to Sherlock. So, no worries. We will find her."

"No. You will not," Sherlock said and huffed. "I will." Then he showed him the door with his point finger, indicating obviously that he was not welcomed there anymore.

Mycroft looked at his brother for a few more seconds. "Then I will hep you find her," he said and he left the room and 221B immediately.

When Molly heard the main door close, she unwrapped her arms from Sherlock's waist and stared at him. "You will find her, Sherlock. You always do. And you heard Mycroft, he's going to help too." She assured him.

"I hate the way he acts towards Mrs. Hudson. He should respect her more and once I'm finished with finding Mrs. Hudson, I will remind that to him in a not-very gentle way." Sherlock hissed.

Molly gave him a sad smile and caressed his cheek with her forehand. "Sherlock... He is acting like this because he doesn't want sentiment to get in to his way. But we all know, deep deep down inside, he loves her just as much as we all do."

Sherlock sighed and nodded curtly. Then he went to Mrs. Hudson's flat to find more evidence, leaving Molly behind without uttering another word. He was angry but he had no time to deal with his anger. Finding Mrs. Hudson was his priority now.

Molly then decided it was better to leave him alone so he could work more efficiently. But she knew he would find Mrs. Hudson this way or that way because even though he never admitted it out loud, she was like a mother to him. He treasured her without making it known.

Molly sat on the couch for about five minutes and sighed, holding her tears back. Deep down inside, Molly wished Mrs. Hudson was indeed having an amnesia and wasn't kidnapped—or rather dead. Molly just couldn't handle that, and she knew that Sherlock wouldn't be able to, either. That's why she decided she couldn't just sit there and let Sherlock do all the work. So she went downstairs and started helping him search for more evidence. They were going to find Mrs. Hudson together.

Okay, folks, I've decided I will be ending this story. Two more chapters and this long journey will be over. So fasten up your seatbelts and get ready for everything that's gonna happen until the epilogue! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'd love it if you left a review about it.

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