"Have you seen it? That guy on the tv? He's everywhere apparently, it's being broadcast all over the country." Ben said as soon as he answered the phone, not waiting for Molly to say hello. Ben had a sense of panic that she had never heard in his voice before.

"Yeah, I've seen it." Molly responded quietly.

"Isn't he that guy who tried to steal the crown jewels?" Ben asked, his voice belting down the phone. Molly went silent for a moment before responding.

"Yeah, I think he is. Look Ben, uh, I don't think I'm going to be able to make it later after all. Something came up and…"

"What do you mean you can't make it?" Ben asked, sounding disappointed, there was a short moment of silence. "Don't be getting yourself into trouble now Moll"

"Trouble? What are you on about?" Molly asked sternly.

"Well, wasn't there that whole thing about that Sherlock Holmes guy…your friend Sherlock…" He began.

"It's not about that Ben, I just don't feel up to coming over today, okay?" Molly said, unintentionally sounding rather harsh.

"Moll just listen, if that Sherlock Holmes tries to drag you into danger, he has me to deal with!" Ben said loudly.

"You don't know him Ben, he would never put any of his friends in danger...intentionally" Molly stammered.

"That's it, you're coming to stay with Jane and I for a while." Ben said loudly, sounding more and more like their mother.

"No, Ben, I'm not a child anymore...I can take care of myself, goodbye" Molly hung up and instantly regretted her abruptness. She always felt that he treated her like a child. Molly was now standing alone in the locker room, no familiar voice in her ear, just Moriarty. She had turned down the volume on the television before calling Ben, but now his voice sounded more like a whisper, an evil whisper, it made her more frightened than before. She crossed the room and turned off the television completely. The room was silent. Molly walked back into the morgue the way she came.

Molly remembered the day Moriarty died as if it were yesterday and she was sure she would remember it for the rest of her life. She remembered the helplessness of Sherlock's voice:

"I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am"

She remembered watching from a window as he plummeted off the roof, she remembered the heartbreak of watching John not wanting to leave Sherlock's side as he lay on the pavement, she remembered when Sherlock's body was wheeled into the morgue and how for a split second as he lay there, motionless, she had thought he was dead, really dead. It was the most terrifying moment in her life. She remembered Moriarty being wheeled in sometime later, his eyes open and a bullet hole in the roof of his mouth, he was most definitely dead. She remembered after Sherlock had been evacuated secretly from the hospital, she then went back inside to examine Moriarty, but was stopped in the doorway by the pathology supervisor, Mr Huggins.

"You have had a rough day Miss Hooper, I'm very sorry about your friend." Mr. Huggins had said. "How about you take the rest of the day off"

Molly had been every grateful to Mr. Huggins for not permitting her to examine Moriarty's body. As he was placed in the slab in front of her, his open eyes seemed to watch her as she walked out.

Molly hadn't seen Mr Huggins since. Molly hit her head in stupidity. How could she have let him be examined by someone else? How could she have been so stupid!? Molly opened the cabinet, muttering to herself in self annoyance.

"How could you be so stupid!?"

Molly searched through the cabinet, flicking past hundreds of post mortem papers per second, until she found it:

Jim Moriarty.

Age: 35

The writing was hard to read but after sometime Molly deciphered that read that Moriarty had died from a bullet in the roof of his mouth. The bullet then wedged itself in the brain.

Dead on impact.

Molly shook her head in disbelief, it just didn't make sense. The examination, according to the paperwork, took the pathologist two hours to complete. A pathologist by the name of Stephen Gibley. She didn't recognise the name, she doubted that he even worked at Barts. He was most definitely one of Moriarty's criminals. She hit her head again in annoyance of her stupidity.

Suddenly Molly's phone came alive in her pocket, her annoying ringtone filled the morgue and caused her to jump back once again in shock. She really needed to change that ringtone.

"Hello" Molly said, as casually as she could manage.

"Didn't your mommy teach you not to snoop Miss Hooper?" Responded a familiar, cold voice.

"This is n-not possible" Molly stammered.

"D-Did you miss me?" Moriarty responded mockingly.

"What do you want?" Molly demanded.

"Maybe you should go to Ben's for dinner Moll, he's going to miss you." Moriarty said in a casual tone.

Molly was speechless, there was a short, cold silence. Molly couldn't respond, How did he know about Ben?

"Just don't go snooping around honey, you'll regret it." He said dramatically before hanging up. Molly's hands were shaking in shock as she lowered the phone from her ear. Her heart was beating extra hard against her chest. Molly took her phone in her shaking hands and dialled Ben's number, it took him a few rings, but to Molly's relief, he picked up.

"Hey Moll, you alright?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah...y-yes..I'm fine. I was just calling to see if you were ok." Molly said in relief.

"Well, we're all fine..You sound odd? Are you sure you're alright." Ben asked.

"I am, I am. Don't worry." Molly said, trying to sound casual.

"Ok well, we're eating our dinner so I have to let you go.."

"Ben..." Molly interrupted. "Promise me you'll be careful...I mean, if this guy is back, you could be in danger."

Ben was silent for a short moment. "We'll be fine, all I'm thinking about it you, maybe you should stay with a friend or something?" Ben suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks. Bye Big Ben" Molly said and hung up. Molly put her phone down on the desk and sighed in relief, but tears began to form in her eyes, she didn't know what she would do if anything happened to Ben or his family.

"Is everything ok?" Came a loud, familiar voice from behind her, making Molly jump and almost trip over the morgue slab.

Sherlock stood looking at her from the doorway.

"S-Sherlock, I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in." Molly smiled weakly, but she looked worn out. Her hair was a mess and her lab coat was falling off her shoulders. Sherlock looked at her with concern.

"Is everything ok?" He repeated quietly. Molly rarely ever heard him speak so compassionately, she stood mesmerised by a second before answering.

"Yeah I'm..." She began but his expression looked doubtful. "You can always see right through me Sherlock." She sighed and sat down. She tried to control the tears in her eyes but she couldn't. Molly held her face in her hands as she wept, she knew how crying made Sherlock awkward.

"I'm...s-sorry S-sherlock..it's just been a crazy day..." Molly looked up and noticed that he was right beside her. He was so lithe the way he moved, she hadn't heard him. She looked up into his eyes "He's back Sherlock."

"I know" He said looking down at her. "He is back"

"He called me" Molly said desperately, starting to cry again. "I've never been so frightened in my life."

"What did he say...Molly..did he threaten you?" Sherlock demanded, looking at her in fear.

"He...he told me to stop snooping! He's watching me Sherlock..he's everywhere" She put her face back into her hands and cried suddenly. She felt a hand on her shoulder, soothing her.

"Molly. I wanted to ask you if you would like to.." He began

Have dinner..Molly thought to herself.

"Come and live with me for a while...it's obvious that you need protection.." Sherlock said patting her back.

"What?" Molly said, dumbfounded.

"Oh don't go taking it the wrong way Molly" He began, then realising his rudeness, continued in a softer, gentler voice "You're in danger, Molly. It's better that you're not alone." He said. She looked up at him gratefully. She stood up and looked into his eyes.

"Thank you Sherlock" She said, smiling weakly. They turned to leave, Molly stopped and turned to Sherlock.

"But how is Moriarty back?"

"That's what I need to find out." Sherlock responded, he looked down at her again. His voice was full of determination but his eyes said different, Molly noticed, he looked scared. It almost mirrored when he came to ask for help two years before. His absolute helplessness. Molly felt unnerved by his hidden fear.

"I'm going to help you find him Sherlock" She said stubbornly. "I'm not just spending all day in Baker Street like some dog that you come home to and feed."

"I don't cook" He said bluntly, he then turned and Molly and smiled."But I get what your saying Molly. And truthfully, I don't see anyone I'd rather have beside me."