I am sorry for the delay. But here is chapter 6. I hope you find this one intrigueing.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters but I do own my own.

Chapter 6 – A dead terrorist

Sherlock was going crazy. He was bored out of his mind waiting for some kind of clue that Molly was hiding something. But today she was the same neurotic woman he knew all too well. He couldn't say that Molly hadn't warned him. She had specifically said that she was a boring person, although the previous day had revealed otherwise. He concentrated very hard on every little thing she said and did that day but he couldn't deduce anything else that he didn't already know. But when he was about to give up, something finally caught his attention.

It was late in the afternoon when D.I. Lestrade came in through the doors to the lab. They had found another dead body by the industrial rail road track. But this time they had no identification on it. Sherlock, Lestrade and Molly walked to the morgue to take a look at the body and as soon Molly laid her eyes on it she flinched. She made a big effort to hide it though, but Sherlock saw it. For a few seconds she looked confused and a little frightened.

Sherlock looked closely at the dead body. It was a man of Middle Eastern descent. He had a scar running down from his right ear and down to his collar-bone, which he'd probably had for at least 10 years considering how pale it was. Based on Sherlocks deductions this dead man was probably a member of a Middle Eastern terrorist group and he had never been in the U.K. before.

Sherlock showed off his deductions to Lestrade and gave away a smug smile as the Detective Inspector looked impressed. Molly, however, didn't seem to react at all to his brilliant deduction.

"Very interesting." Sherlock murmured to himself, as he gave Molly that suspicious look once again.

"But what could he possibly be doing at the industrial rail road track and shouldn't he have at least a fake ID on him?" Lestrade asked.

"That is a very good question, Detective Inspector. But most importantly, why was his body taken to England after he was killed in another country?"

Sherlock was pretty pleased with himself.

"What? How do you know that?" Lestrade asked with a little confusion in his voice.

"Obviously I have to run some tests but my educated guess would be Yemen or Saudi Arabia." Sherlock continued, still with that smug smile on his face.

"Yes, well, obviously we must do some tests before we can come to any conclusions of terrorists being killed in the Middle East and their dead bodies being brought to London. Now it's just wild theories coming out of Sherlocks mouth" Molly said quickly, before Sherlock could continue his brilliant theory.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, for the fifth (or was it the sixth) time, and gave her that suspicious look. What was she trying to do?

"Do your tests then!" Lestrade said. "I still haven't found out who killed McCreary and this one is even more puzzling."

Lestrade turned to Sherlock.

"Do you think they're connected?" He asked.

"McCreary and this one? Could be. They were both found at the industrail rail road track and it seems like they were killed the same way." Sherlock answered.

"Or they're not connected at all!" Said Molly loudly. "We shouldn't jump to conclusions, Sherlock."

Molly was definitely trying to do something. She was acting strange and Sherlock became more and more interested in why she would behave like this. She had never tried to discredit his theories before. What was her connection to these deaths?

Molly was seriously loosing her sanity. The day had went so well. Sherlock had looked bored out of his mind but then Lestrade had to come and ruin it. If he hadn't come in with that dead terrorist, and the day would have gone without any other interruptions, Molly would be cleared of Sherlocks suspicions. But of course there would be something to ruin her hopes.

When she had laid her eyes on that body she had felt like she had been frozen solid for a couple of seconds. The man lying on her examination table was named Aban Nahas and he was in fact from Yemen, as Sherlock had guessed. A very good deduction on his part. Aban had been a part of a terrorist organization, mainly targeting USA. He had actually never set foot in the U.K. And how did Molly know this? She knew everything about this man. Like she knew everything about Tucker McCreary.

Molly felt a chill going down her spine. There was no killer targeting criminals to gain access to run the streets of London. There was a killer targeting criminals to get to her. The question now was: who was trying to send her a message?

There was no way she could tell Sherlock or Lestrade any of this. It was something she had to take care of herself. But at the same time she had to point Sherlock and the Scotland Yard to another direction. And how would she manage that with Sherlock watching every move she made now?

He had a tendensy to make her loose her concentration. And all he had to do was to stand in the same air space as her. She knew he suspected her of something but she prayed to the gods that he hadn't figured out what she was guilty of yet.

She felt like her whole world was crumbling around her and all she wanted to do was to take shelter in Sherlocks arms. Her feelings for him were strong and she hoped that he would never find out the truth about her past and who she really was. She would do anything to keep him from finding out. And for the first time in her life as Molly Hooper she intentionally would deceive Sherlock and her friends to save herself. This was something that the innocent Molly Hooper would never do. But the real Molly would. And for the first time in her entire existance, it scared her.

She looked at Sherlock who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Lestrade. She loved that man so much, even though he didn't love her back. And she didn't want to loose him or her other friends.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep my secret from you." She said quietly to herself.

And she could honestly say that she was afraid of what she might do to keep her secret safe.

Sherlock was once again pacing back and forth in his flat. John was watching every move he made but that didn't bother him at all. He was in his mind palace, trying to re-play the events of the day and Molly's reactions and behaviour. It bothered him that he couldn't figure out why she was so different now. And why wouldn't she tell him that she was hiding something?

He didn't want to believe that she had a connection to the deaths of McCreary and the Middle Eastern John Doe. But his deductions was clear. He had no evidence though but usually his deductions were spot on. But innocent Molly Hooper couldn't have a connection to drug lords and terrorist.

And why was his mind constantly bringing him back to the sound of her voice, the movements of her body and the scent of her hair? And why did he react on the mental image of a naked Molly moving underneath him? Why did he even have that mental image in his mind palace?

He needed to concentrate on the facts. But there was no facts. He had no evidence. He had always been able to trust his senses but it seemed that they were playing a trick on him. For the first time in his life he seriously started to doubt his abilities. And this because of innocent Molly Hooper. Or was she really that innocent?

"What's the matter with you? You've been pacing back and forth for two hours now." Said John, and therefore broke the silence in the flat.

"I've lost it, John!" Sherlock said with frustration in his voice.

"What have you lost?"

"Logic, John! It's all gone!"

So, Sherlock is suffering from all this uncertainty. Things that he can't comprehend. So what do you think of this chapter? And what do you think of the story so far?