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Chapter 10 – The protector becomes the protected

The night went on very slowly and Molly felt like a hostage. Sherlock wouldn't let her leave Baker Street and there was really nothing for her to do more than flip between the channels on Sherlock's very old TV. 3 hours had passed and Sherlock was still pacing back and forth, thinking and mumbling. And every time Molly moved a muscle he would stop, stare at her and say "You're not going anywhere."

Mrs. Hudson had been up offering tea and biscuits and John was sitting in his chair reading some old book. Molly was considering just leaving to go home but Sherlock noticed every move she made. He had her gun also, so that gave him leverage.

She really wanted her gun back. It was lying on a shelf but to get to it Molly would have to get passed Sherlock and that would be tricky. She started to make up scenarios in her head where she would get passed him without him noticing but all of them involved her being The Flash or The Invisible Girl.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she realized was that the room was dark and someone had put a blanket on her to keep her from freezing.

"How thoughtful." She mumbled to herself as she rose up from the couch.

She would take this opportunity to take her gun and go home. She was not going to be Sherlock's hostage while he cracked the case without her. She needed to figure out everything before he did for the sake of her secret.

She made her way to the shelf where she had seen her gun earlier that evening but off course it wasn't there. She should have known that Sherlock would hide it somewhere. That was very inconvenient for her but there was nothing she could do about it now and if she really needed a gun she could get a new one. So leaving Baker Street for now was the best option. But as soon as she had made up her mind and was almost out the door she felt someone grab her arm and pull her back in.

"Sherlock! What the hell!" She exclaimed, a bit startled.

"Sch! There's someone out there, spying." He whispered.

For a few seconds they didn't move as he gave is undivided attention to whoever was watching them from the other side of the street through the open door. Sherlock was holding Molly by her shoulders and she felt like she was being crushed between him and the wall that was pressing against her back.

In one quick move Sherlock closed the door and locked it. Molly, who apparently had stopped breathing for a few seconds, let her breath out in relief.

"Didn't I tell you to stay here?" Sherlock asked.

"Obviously I wasn't listening very well." Molly answered. "And where did you hide my gun?"

"Again with the gun! People tell me I'm obsessive but they obviously haven't met you."

Sherlock lead her up the stairs to his flat again.

"You're acting like I'm your hostage!" Molly said when he had pushed her gently down on the couch and started to pace back and forth again.

"I'm protecting you." He answered. "But if you want to get killed then by all means, leave! Tomorrow I will be the consulting detective who solves your murder."

"Don't be dramatic, Sherlock."

Sherlock stopped pacing and looked at her, narrowing his eyes and giving her that now so familiar suspicious look.

"I thought you would be more scared." He said after a moment's silence. "You've changed these past few days and I want to know why."

And then he started to do his usual Sherlock-rant:

"It started just minutes before Lestrade came in with the first body from the rail road track. You acted like you knew the dead drug lord but claimed that you had recognized him from the tele. Then you raised your voice at me, twice, which you've never done before. Then the second body was found and when you saw it I saw you flinch. It was a short, but yet unmistakable flinch. Then you got a note outside your door and decided to take a walk to the industrial rail road track with a gun in your pants. You've never made indications of owning a gun before. I should know, I know everything about you! But you are hiding something. And you are going to tell me what before I find a way to drag it out of you."

"Why are you two still up?"

John stood in the doorway and looked at Molly and Sherlock with drowsy eyes. Molly thanked him quietly in her head for interrupting Sherlock's interrogation. Sherlock, on the other hand, gave John a look that could be interpreted as a very evil eye.

"Molly was thinking of escaping and I stopped her." He then said and gave Molly that evil eye instead.

"And Sherlock is acting like he's my prison guard."

"I am protecting you." Sherlock, who had lost his patience, had raised his voice.

"Alright, calm down!" John said. "There's no need to wake up the entire neighborhood."

"I am calm." Sherlock said. "Molly is being unreasonable. There is a man standing outside, spying on us and I am sure that he is after Molly for some reason. If I wouldn't have stopped her from leaving, he probably would have killed her."

For the first time ever Molly knew that Sherlock was wrong. When he had told her that there was someone spying on them she had looked out the door in the same direction as he had. She had recognized the man and she knew that he wasn't there to kill her. He was there to kidnap her and take her to whoever was behind all this. And from that she had also figured out that they weren't shooting at her down by the industrial rail road track. They had been shooting at Sherlock to take him out of the picture. That is why she was insisting on leaving Baker Street. Getting kidnapped was the only way of finding out the truth behind all this. It was also the only way of keeping both Sherlock and John safe from harm. But Sherlock wasn't going to let her leave and she knew that all too well now.

"I will stay the night but tomorrow this ends! You can sleep on the couch, Sherlock." She said.

With those words she passed John and Sherlock, went through the kitchen, In to Sherlock's bedroom and closed the door.

She couldn't stay in the same room as Sherlock right now. She needed to gather her thoughts and figure out once and for all how to protect Sherlock at the same time he was trying to protect her.

I really hope you've enjoyed this chapter. I was thinking that the upcoming chapter will be all Sherlock and his "feelings".