So here you have chapter 8. Enjoy.

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Chapter 8 – A gun in her pants

It was like a splash of cold water right in Molly's face. She had been waiting for a kiss and suddenly he became all Sherlock again. And she really had hoped that he wouldn't notice the gun. How was she going to explain this?

"Protection. This is a dangerous neighborhood after all." She answered quickly, hoping that the explanation would satisfy Sherlock.

"You have never carried a gun around before and definitely not in your pants like that. If you wanted just to feel safe you would have carried it in your purse. But hiding it like that, where you can reach it quickly indicates that you were going to use it."

Of course the simple answer she gave him wouldn't satisfy him. He's Sherlock. He's crazy! And dead on right, as always.

Why did she always get in to these situations with him? Was she being punished for something? These past two days had felt like a tornado had hit her and swirled around every little thing that she needed to stay sane. This needed to end. She needed help to end it. Then and there she decided to share a part of her mystery with Sherlock. So she picked up the envelope from her pocket and gave it to him.

"I heard a knock on the door and found this outside." She said.

He took the envelope and looked at the contents of it. He inspected every corner of it and then he stared at it, probably trying to figure out when and where the paper was made, or something Sherlock-like.

She wasn't ready to share more than that with him. And he actually didn't need to know more. She decided to make up a story that would keep her secret safe but still get him to help her find whoever was playing a trick on her.

"I don't know why I was given this note," She lied. "but I guessed it has something to do with McCreary and the Middle Eastern man so I decided to go and check it out."

Sherlock took his eyes off the piece of paper with the message on and gave Molly a seemingly surprised but yet angry look.

"By yourself?" He asked.

Molly nodded and took the paper and the envelope out of his hands. Like many times before these past two days, he narrowed his eyes and gave her that suspicious look again. Then his expression changed and he raised his voice, expressing anger and disappointment.

"Next time you get a note that obviously leads you in to some kind of trap that could get you kidnapped or killed, you call me first so I can lock you in a room where you can't escape from! Really, Molly, I thought you were smarter than that!"

"So what do you think we should do?" She asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was angry.

"You are going back to your flat and you're going to lock the door and stay there. I will go to the industrial rail road track to see who tried to lure you there. Give me the gun!"

Molly wasn't going to give in. She needed to go there herself so Sherlock needed to work WITH her this time.

"No." She said.

"No? What do you mean?"

"No! I am coming with you and I am keeping the gun!"

"Don't be unreasonable, Molly!"

"I'm not being unreasonable. I got the note, I should get to go."

For once Sherlock didn't know what to do. He considered just carrying her back to her flat but she would probably make such a fuss that the whole neighborhood would wake up.

"Alright. Give me the gun then." He finally said.

"No."

She turned around and started walking away from him, stating that the conversation was over. But Sherlock didn't seem to accept that. He hurried after her.

"What do you mean, no?"

"It's my gun. I'm not giving it to you, Sherlock."

Molly had really surprised him this time. He thought he had her figured out but obviously there were more pieces to the puzzle called Molly Hooper.

He didn't even want to think about the moment before he felt the gun on her. Usually he loved to think about things that didn't make sense to him, to try to make sense of those things, but this time it involved feelings. Feelings that he was above. Feelings were unnecessary things that he didn't need.

When he and Molly made their way to the industrial rail road track he continuingly tried to convince her to give him the gun. Molly having a gun didn't make sense at all. A couple of days ago she was where she was supposed to be. Innocently doing the things he asked her to do and continuing her crush on him so he could use that to his full length.

Molly having a crush on him had worked out good for him, although it sometimes bothered him. He wasn't the kind of man that a woman should have a crush on. He was rude to everyone and he constantly put her down. He knew this. He put everyone down. But with Molly it had always been a little different. He had himself convinced that it didn't bother him when he saw that hurt look on her face, but the truth was that it broke him every time.

This whole situation confused him a bit and he didn't like being confused. He needed to go to his mind palace to sort things out but now was not the time.

When Molly obviously wasn't being very co-operative he gave up for the time being and just made sure she stayed behind him when they got to the industrial rail road track where the bodies were found.

"Brilliant Sherlock! Let the woman with the gun go behind the man who doesn't have one." Molly said with irony in her voice.

"Well, you didn't want to give it to me and I have better night vision than you!" He answered.

Molly wanted to slap his head but instead she counted quietly down from ten to calm her nerves. She had lost sight of what was plain old Molly Hooper and continuingly let the old part of her show. She really needed to reside back to being the shy pathologist again.

Sherlock considered just taking the gun from her. He could if he wanted to. But something told him that if he tried he would find himself lying on the ground. Molly was definitely not herself.

Sherlock didn't expect Molly to have a gun on her. Who did? And he was even more surprised that she wouldn't give it to him. Maybe she will have to give it to him in the next chapter?