After a long while I am now back, continuing this story. I am sorry that it has been a long time but school and life kind of got in the way of my writing.

Anyway, here is chapter 7. Once again Sherlock is making a surprise visit at Molly's and well, read yourselves to find out what happens.

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

Chapter 7 – A puzzle for Sherlock to solve

Molly didn't want to believe that her life in London and at S: t Bart's was being threatened. She couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. Nobody from her past knew that her death was faked. She had pulled it off all by herself. She hadn't trusted anyone enough to share her plans with. And she had changed her appearance as much as she could have without surgery. She had changed her hair, clothing and body by coloring, changing styles and altering the way she carried herself. And she had changed her personality completely, trying to blend in as much as she could. So how was all this possible? Everything pointed to the fact that someone in her past had found her and figured out that she wasn't the person she claimed to be. Although she had never been the person she claimed to be. Taking the shape of someone else used to be like putting on socks in the morning.

She sat on her couch thinking that maybe she should ask Sherlock for help. But that would mean that she had to tell him the truth and that really wasn't an option. Or was it? Maybe there was a way for her to ask for his help without telling him the truth? It would be a lot easier to have him on her side if things got out of hand.

But there was one tiny problem. Mycroft Holmes. He had his spies everywhere and Molly would have to find a very secure location if she would come to the point where she had to tell Sherlock the whole story.

She was so confused by her own feelings. One minute she would do anything to keep her secret from Sherlock and the next minute she was considering telling him everything.

She threw herself back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks that had formed on it. She needed to list pro's and con's before she could decide anything at all.

Would she lose him for good if she told him everything? Or would he appreciate her being honest after knowing him for almost 10 years? Could she trust him the way he had trusted her when he needed her to help him fake his death? He, of all people, should understand the importance of the whole thing. Although, he had faked his death for selfless reasons, saving the people he cared about, while Molly, on the other hand, had faked her own death because she had grown to hate the life she was trained for.

A knock on her apartment door interrupted her thoughts. She sighed as she got up from the comfortable position she was in and made her way to the door. But when she looked through the peephole she couldn't see anyone there. Quickly she picked up her umbrella, that she conveniently had lying on the floor in the hallway. It had to do as a weapon if she needed it.

Slowly she unlocked the door and opened it. She took a step out, ready to hit whoever would attack her. But no attack came and she stepped on something lying on the floor in front of her apartment door.

She looked down the hall to see if she could see anyone in the hallway and then she quickly picked the thing up. It was an envelope with her name on it. She stepped inside her apartment and closed the door while her heart was pounding faster for every second that went by. Why was this happening to her? And why now?

"Damn it!" She exclaimed loudly when she opened the envelope.

If you want answers, go where the industrial train takes you.

That is what it said on the note inside the envelope. It was a trap, of course. She knew it was. But she needed to get to the bottom of this.

She had made up her mind. She needed to go to the industrial rail road track where they had found the bodies. Obviously there would be clues there, or she would meet the bastard that had turned her life up-side-down these past couple of days.

Quickly she went in to her bedroom where she picked up one of the floorboards right under her bed. She had a secret hiding place where she hid important stuff, like some emergency money, a fake passport and oh, off course – a gun! It was the gun she went for. She hadn't touched it in ages, but as she held it in her hand it was like a missing piece finally had found its way back to her. She shook that feeling off her and put the gun in her pants right under her baggy blouse so no one would notice it. The envelope with the note she put in her pocket.

She looked at herself in the mirror right by her bedroom door and saw a glimpse of her old self. She didn't like it. But she needed to take care of this although she knew she was walking right in to a trap. When she thought she had come up with a perfect plan she went for the door.

But all her plans went in to oblivion when she opened it.

"Sherlock?" She was genuinely surprised. She had not expected to see him standing there. And she found herself a bit irritated. She didn't have time to mess around with him. She needed that time to save her own skin for once.

"Going somewhere?" He asked.

He raised his left eyebrow in an attempt to look suspiciously at her.

"As the matter of fact, I am." She answered. "So I do not have time for whatever you want me to do right now."

"Where are you going?" He wanted to know.

Molly didn't have time to be insecure and, well, all Molly-like now. So she made herself taller, looked in to his eyes and said:

"You know what, Sherlock? It is none of your business."

Then she pushed him out of the doorway, closed and locked the door behind her and started walking down the hallway. She could feel him staring at her back when she made her way down the hall and to the front door of the apartment building.

When she thought he had given up she found him walking right behind her. She sighed, stopped and turned to look at him.

"What do you want?" She asked, a bit irritated.

"You're not the same. You always tell me everything, even if I don't want to hear about it. But now you're keeping secrets. Why are you keeping secrets? I can't figure you out."

"I am not keeping secrets and I am not a puzzle for you to solve!" Molly was getting frustrated.

She wanted to scream at him to leave her alone. And at the same time she didn't want him to leave her side. Maybe this was the moment when she would tell him a part of the truth?

Sherlock didn't know what he was thinking when he started following Molly from her apartment after she had literally pushed him aside. Something inside him insisted on finding out where she was going. He needed to know. If she had told him, he probably would have just followed her in secret but now he felt he needed to push those exciting buttons that he never knew she had.

"I am not keeping secrets and I am not a puzzle for you to solve!"

She was wrong. Every human being was a puzzle for him to solve. It was how he worked. He needed solve those puzzles. And Molly was just becoming an interesting one. A puzzle he thought that he had already solved.

He took a step towards her, expecting that she would take a step back to avoid him, but she didn't. So now he was standing a mere inch from her, looking deeply in to her eyes. He was so much taller than her but he didn't care. It felt odd but yet wonderful standing this close to her. But something caught his attention, and the moment was over.

"Why do you have a gun in your pants?"

How will Molly explain this. Will she tell him the whole truth or just a part of the truth? Or will she lie to him? Well, let's see what happens in the next chapter.