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Sherlock walks up to Molly's door.
With a knock, Molly is there to open it with puffy eyes and a questioning look.
Sherlock too has puffy red eyes and with a sigh he shrugs.
Molly nods, and an unspoken apology lies there.
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Nothing happened. Sherlock had jumped on the bed and Molly cautiously scooched herself until she was next to him. Sherlock and Molly just lay flat on their backs on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not a word was spoken, they just lay there, hands on their stomach, Molly's head on Sherlock's shoulder, and Sherlock's cheek resting on her head.
"So... What happened between you and her?"
Sherlock looks questioningly down to Hooper.
"Hm?"
Molly turns on her side, her head still on his shoulder, knees on his knees, and she draws circles on his chest.
"The... Woman."
Sherlock understands, and takes a deep breath.
"It was for a case."
Molly makes a noise, meaning she understood.
"So... You're a detective?" She asks, and looks up a little to see him.
"Yep." He makes a popping noise as he pronounces the word.
"Mm... She was part of the case?"
"Yes... But it isn't over... Unfortunately..." He says with a sadness, and Molly swallows the lump in her throat.
"Oh... So, when you're out... You have to go back?"
Sherlock looks down, and sees the tiny woman looking at him with a bit of fright in her eyes.
"Well... Where else would I go?"
Molly sits up, and rests her hand on his chest as the other holds her up, and Molly tries to think of anything to say.
"With me. We could... We could be together, or perhaps I could go with you."
Sherlock sits up as he runs a few fingers through his hair to shake it out.
"Why? Why would you-"
Molly catches him off guard.
"Because i'm scared... I know... I know I sound clingy and like i'm running away. But the truth is I have to. I have a bad past of drugs and alcohol and things even you wouldn't want to associate with me. And if I go back, if I even step one foot through Tom's door, i'd be lost again..."
Sherlock moves a lock of hair behind Molly's ear and places his hand on her cheek. Molly takes hold of it and buries her lips into it.
"Molly... You are a strong woman. A very very brave woman... I doubt you'd ever get lost."
Molly takes his hand off of her face, and wipes a tear from her other cheek.
"I've heard this before. I understand. You don't need me."
Sherlock tries again.
"Molly, you-"
Molly cuts him off again.
"I do count. I get it, I get it. Just please, save it..."
Sherlock shuts his mouth, and nods.
Molly looks at him with such regret, it physically pains the sociopath, if that makes sense.
"What do you need, Sherlock? With this case, what do you need? If anything..."
Sherlock wipes his forehead, a bit tired of all the stress of what might happen to him once he leaves.
"I don't need anything... Just... I need to go..." He gets up, and tries to make himself tough, make himself seem like he hadn't been crying earlier, or depressed, or anything.
Empty... Empty was what he wanted to be.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock pauses, and turns to her with more emotion than he had ever wanted to show.
"Sherlock... Sherlock, I-" she stops, and doesn't say "I want to help" or anything. She just stops and looks at him with a look that read everything she'd ever wanted to say.
"Is it true you want to run away from me?" Sherlock asks with a bit of a broken tone of voice.
Molly opens her mouth, and looks confused.
"Run away from you?"
Sherlock nods.
"No..." She answers with a softness and stands up.
Walking to him, he looks down and almost leans in to kiss her again.
Molly dodges it, and he merely kisses her forehead.
"I have to go..."
Molly nods, and Sherlock ironically runs away from his own feelings like Molly runs away from her past.
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Irene had seen it all, him kissing her forehead, and running away.
She looks down at her phone.
Putting it to her ear, she smirks as she leans against the wall.
"Yes?" She hears a voice on the other end, and raises an eyebrow at the tone.
"Are you busy?" She asks in a low voice.
"Well, consulting criminal is my title. I sort of have to hold up to it, don't I?" He says angrily and annoyed.
"Mmm... Anyways... He's been compromised." Adler says, and inspects her black colored nails.
The voice pauses, before chuckling.
"In what way?"
Irene smiles like a Cheshire Cat before answering.
"He's found himself a little mouse... She's awfully cute... I think I might just have my way with her before you do..."
She hears a 'tsk'ing on the other end before an answer.
"Ah ah ah, no can do... You're job here is done, Ms. Dominatrix."
She frowns, and pouts a little before the voice continues.
"I think it's time for the next step... Let him graduate. Let him leave. And then... I think i'll pay him a visit myself... Hm?"
Irene smiles and nods, and answers.
"I do have a few other things I can do."
"Ah yes... The pictures. It looks like we'll have to... Pause a little bit."
Adler's smile falters.
"You mean-"
"I'm sorry, darling. But looks like the shows over. I have more important business to attend to. Enjoy rehab."
And hangs up.
"But you promised you'd get me out! Hello?! Hello?!" She looks to see the time limit on the phone, and then at the wall in front of her.
She's now stuck... Thanks to Jim Moriarty.
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