Molly hopped out the taxi, taking a moment to observe the police officers milling around outside, Donovan talking animatedly on her phone with people at the side watching curiously trying to figure out what was going on. Like the woman who owned the centre of attention who was on the footpath outside feeling like she was about to drop kicked in the gut.

'Molly.' John appeared in the doorway, smiling reassuringly at her, but the slightly worried look in his eye was the exact opposite of his intention. As she stepped forward towards him, she could hear the oh so lovely sound of Sherlock giving out.

'How bad is it?' She stopped just short of the stoop and swallowed heavily as it became more and more apparent that Johns smile was the fakest she had ever see.

'It's more disturbing then bad.' Janine appeared with Toby in her arms; who was purring slightly in her arms. She was dressed immaculately in an elegant trouser suit, hair flowing in loose curls. No wonder Greg was attracted to her, heck even a part of Molly was attracted to her.

'Okay then. I'm going to find out what's going on. Instead of the tense looks and worry vibrating off you both.' She walked past them both, John quickly moving to the side out of her way, though Molly did pause to give Tobs a quick scratch behind the ears.

Sherlock's voice was unusually loudly, arguing vehemently with someone whose voice she could not discern. It was insane, Molly was hesitating to enter her own flat she mentally kicked herself before entering the flat.

The Holmes brothers turned to look at her, quickly hushing their conversation Anthea nodding before walking away picking up a couple of files as she left the room. Molly looked at the wall that Sherlock was trying to distract her from, by moving away from it, to see a shadowed outline of her face burned into her wall, blood dripping from her eyes, mouth and nose.

'I really never got modern art. This doesn't help much.' She tilted her head and squinted her eyes at it, both Mycroft and Sherlock looked at each other and then down at her.

'I don't understand why John was so worried. Simply gives you more clues right?'

Sherlock was staring at her in a manner that had Molly wanting to flee in the opposite direction as fast as she possibly could. His eyebrows contracting, head pulling away from her, jaw tightening, forcing her to break eye contact with him all together.

'I told you she'd be fine. Maybe a little too fine, but she is a friend of yours Sherl. You don't do normal.' Janine appeared, putting Toby down on the ground who stared up at the woman; tail swishing slightly before he wandered off.

'He reminds me of someone…' She grinned, waggling her eyebrows at the otherwise occupied Sherlock and Molly found herself smiling back and laughing. Mycroft glanced at the pair, gave his brother an indecipherable look, well to Molly as Sherlock seemed to understand it just fine. Based on the tightening of his jaw.

'Wouldn't let me leave without him… So he's a little different.'

'Oh I don't know. His likeness seems to be hopeless without you.' Greg stomped into the room, pausing to give Janine his best charming smile, which had Molly rolling her eyes good naturedly. The woman in question looked him up and down and quirked an eyebrow at her, not unimpressed by the DI.

Sherlock was looking in horror as the two women began to laugh and talk, ignoring the rather alarming portrait on the wall, Mycroft was his typically pompous self and Greg was trying to talk to Sherlock urgently.

'How about we leave the boys to their work, and we go get us a couple of drinks? Looks like you might need it.' Janine's head tilted, squeezing her arm.

Molly paused for about a second taking in the DI and Sherlock having a heated debate. Mycroft examining her possessions in disdain before her head whipped back around to Janine, eyes about bugging out of her head.

'I'll take that as a yes, oooooooooooone second.' She turned picked up a couple of bags and handing them to Molly, she peered into them, seeing clothes and looking up in confusion.

'Oh you haven't seen the other stuff have you? Ammm I got you started with a new wardrobe, I'm sure the British government and Sherl can cover the rest, it was their job to protect you after all.'

Molly stepped into her room and closed her eyes at the sight of all of her clothes turned to ash on the bed, except for one black dress and one dark purple one. The former she wished they had burned, with the associated humiliation and the latter which she had worn to Sherlock's "funeral" two years ago. They hung on the open doors of her wardrobe mockingly, more ash spilling out of it. She closed the door just as Sherlock's face popped into view and changed out of her clothes.

Now Molly was trying to work her way into a very slim pair of fancy pants, the skinny pants dance was not all that helpful. Though as she looked in the mirror, she had to admit her lower half looked fantastic.

'You doin' alright love?' Janine popped her head in, turning away as Molly pulled off her jumper and shirt, but Molly just shrugged.

'Fine, but these must have cost you a small fortune.'

'Well I have amassed quite a bit, so I might as well share the wealth. Should I go…?' Molly pulled out a deep blue Bardot neck-lined top, eyes widening at the price tag. Janine gestured behind her vaguely. Molly frowned; a little confused by her sudden embarrassment.

'Sherlock stayed on and off for two years. He had a tendency to wander into my room and bathroom when I was in varying stages of undress, as was he.' As she finished the sentence, she neatly cut off the price tag, pulling it on as Janine flopped down on her chair.

'You actually saw…' Janine's eyes widened almost comically, as she took in Molly's careless little comment as she tugged the top into place and humming approvingly.

'All of him? Yeah.'

'We need to have a chat about that.' Molly paused and looked round at Janine who was leaning forward, mouth slightly open and looking annoyed.

'You didn't?'

Janine's face said it all as she sighed and sagged into the chair, pouting in clear disappointment.

'I find that odd, even John has seen everything. Sherlock has an aversion to clothes when at home.' Molly stood in front of her mirror, pulling the hair out of the top and fixing her make up.

'Oh come on! Right, we are getting you very drunk, you need it. Emotional trauma, distress all that.' Janine pulled out an elegant blue mac, tossed it at her and grabbed her by the wrist, snagging both their bags and pulling her out of the room.

'We're leaving you boys and girls to it, ta taaaa!'

'So he actually let you call him Mike?' Molly cackled over several pints of beer, Janine was crying with laughter, nodding and tossing her head back.

'That is ridiculous!'

'I KNOW! John's face was hilarious when he heard me say it!' She slammed her palm down on the table, forcing Molly to try and stop the drinks from sloshing everywhere.

'John does do the most interesting faces!'

'Especially when they squabble!'

'Married couple!'

'Minus the sex!'

'A lot of my married friends would say that, that missing component is a part of a marriage.' Molly took a sip of her drink, pointing at Janine with the hand that was holding it. Janine started laughing again, winking at Molly getting up slowly and grabbing some of the empty glasses. Molly stopped her raising her hand as she drained the last of her drink and passed the glass over.

'Thank god neither of us got married then! Can't be missing out on the joys of sex!' She exclaimed loudly and trying to skip to the bar, but a combination of the alcohol and heels, made it more of a bumbling bouncing walk.

One man sitting near their corner booth, raised an eyebrow hopefully, getting up and walking towards her, he paused at the table and smiled down at Molly. She could see Janine lean over from the bar watching the pair, eyes widening as he turned and grinned at her meaningfully, Molly held her hand up on more. With an "I've got this" look on her face she leaned on one elbow and smiled cutely up at the man.

He wasn't too unattractive, she'd give him that, but he was very typical attractive and that had never been her type.

'Molly Hooper pathologist at Barts. And that is Janine Hawkins, Sherlock Holmes' ex-finance. Annnnnnd you're gone.' She held her hand out to greet him. He made it as far as Sherlock before bolting from the table leaving Molly sitting there bopping along to the rather excellent music choice. Arctic Monkey's if she was mistaken, though her extreme tipsiness made that a questionable conclusion. She waved her hand with a flourish at his retreating back, Janine watched him walk past her; in fact take a wide berth away.

'Oh did he go? What a shaaaaaaaaame, why wouldn't we want a threesome with him? Bleh.' Four shots of tequila were placed in front of her, Janine taking two with extreme care.

'Oh now that is a handsome man! And he's making eyes at you Hooper!' Molly frowned as Janine indicated with her head one particular guy wearing a leather jacket with stubble.

Oh she was going to murder him.

'Oh you go for it! Make Cheekbones suffer!' Molly stood up and Janine hooted loudly, snapping her fingers in a sloppy Z formation, before starting on her drinks. Molly took a breath, licked the salt off her hand, down the two shot in quick succession and stuffing the lime in her mouth to prepare herself for the conversation.

And act.

Oh how Molly hated this acting routine she was about to put on.

'Is this how you usually spend your time?' Dean asked turning to face her, smirking playing about his lips. Molly leaned on the bar and waggled her eyebrows for a moment, causing Dean's face to contort in confusion and she just rolled her eyes.

'Play along; Janine thinks… well I think from her outburst that is obvious. So just do what I ask for once please.'

'So me hitting on you, is a favour?'

'You've been doing that since you arrived, shouldn't be too taxing. I hope.'

'You suck at this.'

'I don't want to do this.'

'Then why are you?'

'Because you showed up and stared! I clearly can't trust you not to blow it.'

'Your act is a little rusty; your friend might think that you weren't attracted to me at all.' Dean leaned into her, sending a wink over to Janine.

'Because I'm not.' She signaled the bartender for another drink trying to act like she wasn't wishing for someone to shoot her at this particular moment. Or even for Sherlock to gate crash.

Though that would be a whole other problem she was not prepared for.

'Well you seem to be one hell of an actress I do like the clothes though.'

'Yeah well I don't have many other options at the moment. Someone took issue with my wardrobe.' She smiled brightly, staring daggers at Dean who looked confused and a little afraid.

'The thing I was called away to, turned out to be that someone had broken into my flat, burned my face into the wall, added a charming bleeding effect as well as burning my clothes.'

'Why?'

'Wish I knew. It's just another question. Wasn't demons though, place has been warded at least.'

'You have a very weird life.'

Molly nodded at the barman and looked at Dean expectantly who looked from one to the other and then groaned, passing him a 20 pound note and asked for a long neck beer.

'The only person with a relatively normal life is Janine. And she was working for a sociopathic blackmailing ass, got engaged to Sherlock and then lied her ass off to the media about him…' She trailed off; lip curling slightly, and thinking deeply.

'Shit. So much for normal then.' She continued as Dean nodded, looking somewhat impressed, Janine whistled loudly as she left the bar, Molly made to go after her.

'No no no nooo. You stay, have fun with him.'

'How about you have fun with him? I have fine with the having of no fun. Are you okay to get home?'

'I have a driver. Oh go for it Hooper, looks like he knows a thing or two.' She leaned round and winked at Dean who smiled charmingly back, causing the other woman to giggle.

'We'll talk later; we have to get you a whole new wardrobe. Bye!'

'Uh- wait!' Molly tried to stop the woman, but she was gone before she could protest.

She went back to the bar, looked at Dean who arched an eyebrow at her so she downed her drink and swiftly ordered another.

Molly stumbled into her flat a few hours later, stumbling over the small step, grabbing onto the door to steady herself.

'Molly.'

'Oh! Hi! Sherlock! Why are you still here? You're not usually here, you are usually there.' She waved enthusiastically kicking off her heels, forcing Sherlock to move quickly to avoid being smack in the face with it.

'Where were you?'

'Out. As in the reeeeal world? Heard of it?' She twirled, laughing happily oblivious to the concerned look she was getting.

'Drinking.'

'Yes, I did do that. I did not leave you a voice message.' She pointed at him with a flourish, flopping onto the couch, flinging her jacket in a random direction.

'I may have left Tom an angry one though.' She paused thoughtfully then looked over at him smiling drunkenly.

Sherlock walked over to her, leaning down and examining her.

'Janine picked out clothes that suit you perfectly. Though I do miss your jumpers.' Molly sat up and looked up at him with massive eyes, blinking slowly.

'You always said they were hideous.' He coughed awkwardly eyes widening comically and she smiled at him.

'They suit you.'

'Hm.' She stood up, practically pressed up against him, causing his eyes to shoot wide open even further and to gulp loudly.

'Thanks Sherlock.' She reached up on tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek, well due to her inebriated state, to was slightly off centre and just on the corner of her lips. She hummed happily before walking away, but she stopped at the door to her room.

'Is it okay that I sleep here? Isn't it a crime scene or something?'

'Oh yes, that is why I am here. Baker Street. Few nights. Mycroft will fund a new wardrobe.'

'Oh excellent, Janine will be happy. She's nice under the lying, but you don't mind that, so I'm okay with that.' Molly shrugged swaying to and fro on her feet, thinking out loud more so then actually talking to Sherlock.

'Come on then.'

'Right!' Molly bopped over to him and then over to the door, Sherlock finally seemed to catch up to reality and looked at her, head to toe.

'Shoes.'

'Right!' She bounced past him, punching him on the shoulder and falling over one shoe in the attempt to find the other.

'Never ever believe me when I'm drunk Sherlock!' Molly was pulling at her hair, having a very pointless and roundabout argument.

'You agreed.' All she could come out with was a very garbled frustration noise from her throat as her eyes bugged out of her head and made claws at his face.

'I WAS DRUNK! I have some very odd messages from you, so you cannot judge!' Molly actually stomped her foot in annoyance trying to make the obtuse man understand her point of view.

'I have my own life Sherlock, outside of cases and you, I like having that. I'm only a small bit of yours; can you please let me be?' She waved at him, praying to the universe as God was not bothered with humans.

'Look I have to go. We'll talk once the hangover is gone.'

'AH!' She stopped him before he could start and stormed out of the flat, barely acknowledging Mrs. Hudson as she came up the stairs with Sherlock's tea.

She came out onto the street, glaring up at Sherlock who was staring down at her from the window. She just started waking in a random direction, trying to work everything out; she couldn't even have a bit of fun without something happening.

This had probably been the first time she hadn't been pestered by Dean or Sherlock, or anyone else trying to check as to how she was doing. What was it about her that screamed that she was a tiny fragile doll that needed to protected and watched over?

She stomped through the teeming city, getting angrier and angrier with everything, her home had been trashed, her safe house had Dean Winchester in it, the case was moving at a snail's pace, and Sherlock was pissing her off.

Hence why she hadn't noticed her multiple tails until it was too late. She was surrounded. She stopped in the street and held her hands out from her body palms turned outwards. One demon strolled over to her holding a blindfold. She closed her eyes, head tilting back as the demon stepped forward.

'Do I get to see Jim again? It has been a while, he never calls, never just pops in to say hi.'

'Shut up.'

'Oh all kidnapping no talk. Stereotypical of you lot.' He strapped on the blindfold tighter than was totally necessary, her mouth was causing her more problems.

But if she was being taken hostage, she might as well amuse herself as she did so.

Unfortunately, the demons taking her were not game for such self-amusement as she was injected with a sedative. With her last few conscious moments she prayed that Sam was able to derail Dean from derailing everything.

And that Sherlock took a deviation from his usual bull-headed investigative techniques.

So sorry about the delay with posting this, but I have a bit a busy time at the moment! Shan't bore you with the details, but I hope you enjoyed this! Please read and review (I would like some feedback, oh lord I am begging, Shite.)