Bill - Where are you? Please respond - SH

Sherlock sent off yet another text to Bill, pacing the living room, worry seeping into him with every step, trying to keep a level head. He had texted Bill almost twenty times in the past two hours and there had been no response yet. Sherlock's mind was a hurricane of emotions, emotions that even his well organized mind couldn't take control of. He couldn't think straight, his mind was too fogged up with emotion.

Molly watched from John's armchair as Sherlock strode back and forth, toying with his phone nervously. The room was almost silent except the light thump of Sherlock's feet on the carpet. He was wearing his red dressing gown and as he paced frantically, it seemed to dance. Molly sipped her tea quietly, not moving her eyes from Sherlock.

'Please tell me he has a plan...please..' Molly said to herself, thinking of the thousands of innocent homeless people of London, the victims of Moriarty's new game. The idea sickened her deeply, thousands dead...men, women and children. Molly closed her eyes at the thought and rubbed her forehead. She was at the beginnings of a dreadful migraine, she had often got migraines when she was stressed at work, but she knew this was going to be the worst one yet. She opened her eyes suddenly, Sherlock had stopped pacing, he was now staring at her, concern written all over his face.

"I'm fine" Molly muttered, smiling weakly. "Any word?"

"None" Sherlock said, a mixture of frustration and sheer worry filling his voice. He paced back and forward once more before sitting opposite her on his armchair. He stared at her for a while with a blank expression, like he was looking right through her. Molly stared back, wondering what was going on in that brain of his. He suddenly closed his eyes.

Sherlock's mind was unfocused, disorientated, muddled...far from the ordinary and this scared him immensely. He sat back and allowed his mind to go blank before delving down into the darkness of his mind to try to find some order. He reached his mind palace a few seconds later;

'There are roughly 6,437 homeless people in London. 2,000 of these are currently members of my homeless network, all sprawled out through the city. There are 800 homeless camps in London. 100 tent cities, many sleep under the arches in the Embankment...not to mention the thousands of abandoned buildings. How is Moriarty going to murder thousands of homeless people? How? It is definite by now that he has managed to construct a new criminal network. A new network with new criminals..murderers, spies..right under my nose!'

Sherlock grimaced, Molly watched in concern. He was muttering to himself. She could make out a few words..Homeless, Embankment, criminal network, murderers. There was urgency in the words, she noticed, maybe even a hint of fear.

'I told Bill to assign someone in the homeless network at each abandoned house. Which means that as soon as he left 221b he would most likely have made his way to the nearest homeless camp to spread the word. The nearest camp would be...Kensington gardens..but Bill did often speak of friends farther south than that..his connections. South..south...south..Sundridge, yes, that's the one. Sundridge Park'

"Sundridge park?" Molly repeated. Sherlock had barked the words loudly, making Molly jump. His eyes suddenly darted open, for a moment he seemed lost and dazed, he then noticed that Molly was still sitting opposite him, staring at him expectantly.

"Bill spoke of his connections there" Sherlock said, a desperation clinging to his voice. He shot up off the chair, Molly jumped up half a second after. As he strode past her, she stopped him, placing an arm around his shoulder softly.

"Are you alright Sherlock?" She looked into his eyes, he seemed miles away. He looked tired. "I'm fine Molly" He answered, smiling delicately, putting his strong arms around her, a protectiveness bolted through him like electricity, a worry that he knew he couldn't conceal. He feared for her safety constantly, it filled his mind and it terrified him.

"It's not safe Molly...maybe you should stay.." Sherlock began before feeling Molly push herself up and planting a light kiss on his lips.

"I'm coming with you Sherlock" She said when she pulled back "We need to find Bill, to stop Moriarty and to save the lives of thousands of homeless people..you can't do this on your own Sherlock, you know you can't. You need help" She touched his cheek softly as she spoke. He sighed deeply.

"You're right Molly Hooper" He said softly into her ear "I need you"

About ten minutes later, Sherlock and Molly exited 221b in disguise. Sherlock was wearing a dark navy hoodie, full of holes and worn blue jeans. His hair was ruffled and messy, falling onto his face. Molly walked out after him, wearing an old black hoodie and dark green track suit pants. Her hair was up in a messy pony tail and she wore sunglasses over her eyes. They looked so grotty that as they hailed for a cab, many whizzed by in avoidance, reluctant to stop. Finally after a few minutes, one pulled up.

"No funny business" The driver said sternly, watching them on the mirror as they hopped in. Sherlock nodded at the cabbie, Molly stared out the window. Utterly surprised that they were so convincing.

The journey to took them half an hour. Sherlock spotted the cabbie glancing back in the mirror suspiciously a few times, but he lost interest about half way through the journey. Sherlock looked out the window, thinking about Bill. Thinking about what Moriarty was doing with him..Sherlock knew he soon may have to embrace the possibility that he may already be dead. Sherlock closed his eyes in dread, he liked Bill, he was a good man, smarter than a lot of people would give him credit for. Sherlock took out his phone in one last attempt.

Bill. We will find you, you will be ok - SH

Sherlock texted the words, trying to believe them with every fiber...but he knew it may not end well.

When they pulled up to Sundridge Park, Sherlock chucked a few notes to the cabbie before slipping out. Molly followed close behind, she smiled at the cabbie but he avoided her gaze. A bitter breeze hit her as she stepped out onto the road, she started to wish that she had worn more layers. Sundridge park was quiet and abandoned, the normally green lush grass was still covered in an inch or two of snow. Sherlock strode ahead, through the snow pulling his hood up as he walked, Molly followed behind, following Sherlock's footprints on the snowy ground. Sherlock trudged up to a large patch of woodland, which looked far from appealing, the sun was beginning to set and it made the woodland look gloomy and dull. Sherlock lead them onto a footpath, it was covered in snow but she could feel the thud of the concrete as she stepped onto it. They followed the path for a few minutes, Sherlock saw a flicker of a bonfire in the distance. Molly's eyes remained on the ground, she felt safe with Sherlock but she didn't want to feed her senses and her imagination by observing her dark, menacing surroundings. Suddenly, Molly hit into Sherlock, he had stopped. She pulled her head up and looked out from behind his back. There was a camp in front of them, a few old tents scattered around and a huge bonfire in the heart of it, surrounded by a number of freezing people. A big man was approaching them, his face was stern and wild.

"Oi you two, there's enough of us ere already..scram" He growled, getting closer to them.

"I'm sure there's room for two more mate" Sherlock replied softly, with a thick south London accent.

"I said..." He began, before stopping dead in his tracks looking at Sherlock. He hint of a smile crossed his lips. "Ya coulda texted or somethin Shezza!"

Molly sighed deeply in relief as they shook hands.

A few minutes later, Sherlock and Molly were standing in front of the small bonfire, warming their hands graciously.

"Ya I saw him" the man, whose name was Ed, said "Bout a day ago, said something about a meeting"

"Yes" Sherlock nodded, watching Ed. "I told him to set it up"

"He said that yeah. Didn't show up for it though, his own meetin, found that a bit rude" Ed said "Spread the message myself, across the city, 'meetin in the Old Kent Road 12am' "

Sherlock nodded and looked into the fire. A minute passed, Sherlock's mind was fogging up once more with panic and anger.

Suddenly, his phone blared up in his pocket, breaking the silence with it's loud ringtone. Molly gasped in shock and turned to Sherlock as he pulled out his phone, the caller was unknown, but he knew who it was going to be.

"Hello" Sherlock said calmly, tensing his fists.

"Thought you'd miss the sound of my voice Sherlock, so I thought I'd give you a call" Moriarty's mocking voice spoke back.

"I know what you're planning Moriarty" Sherlock said, trying to contain his overpowering anger.

"At last! I was beginning to worry that you had lost your talents" He replied with a fake, worried tone.

"What have you done with Bill Wiggins?" Sherlock said, losing his patience. Molly placed her hand on his shoulder, calming him a little.

"Oh Bill, Bill Wiggins? He's right here...but he's a little tied up at the moment..excuse the pun" He said, laughing at his own joke. Sherlock's hatred rising with every breath. "And don't try threatening me or say that 'I'll never get away with it'...because honey, you'd be wasting your breath because I already have" His tone was dark and malevolent. "Bill Wiggins will die and as will your little network. So no more clues, no more little games, no more victories. I'm sick of watching you dance, Sherlock...now it's time to watch you burn"