Here is the next chapter. I am having a bit fun with this story. Hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters but I do own my own.
Chapter 15 – Doubt
Molly was getting on Sherlocks nerves. He used to be able to read her like an open book but now he wasn't sure what to think. He didn't like that feeling of not knowing everything about everybody around him. Was he losing his ability to deduce? He kept pacing back an forth on his spot trying to piece together every information he had available.
John entered the living room area and Sherlock pushed his attention to his flat mate. He needed to deduce something and John was available.
"You look like hell." Sherlock pointed out.
John gave him a tired look.
"Thank you, Sherlock. That is exactly what someone wants to hear when he wakes up in the morning." He said sarcastically.
"Baggy eyes, one shoe untied and your wrong-buttoned shirt indicates that you were too tired when putting on your clothes." Sherlock said, very happy with himself. He wasn't losing his deductive skills. Although this was something anyone could have noticed.
"Where's Molly?" John asked. "I was thinking of going out to buy breakfast and want to ask her what she's in the mood for."
"She in my bedroom. She says she has a headache so I doubt she wants anything." Sherlock said, getting annoyed by the mentioning of Mollys name.
John made his way to the door of Sherlocks bedroom and knocked gently on it.
"Molly?" He called. "I'm going out to get something for breakfast. Do you want anything?"
No response. He knocked again.
"Molly?"
Sherlock stopped in his tracks and looked at John who knocked on the bedroom door once again. Something wasn't right.
"For god's sake Molly, answer the man!" Sherlock blurted out as he quickly made his way to his bedroom door, pushing John aside to open it.
A breeze from the open window hit him in the face. The room was empty.
"Damn it!" He exclaimed furiously.
"Where is she?" John asked.
"The insufferable woman climbed out through the window!" Sherlock growled.
John chortled at the situation.
"What is so amusing?" Sherlock demanded to know. He was pretty angry and didn't understand why John would find Molly escaping funny.
"First of all; I never thought Molly would escape your custody. Secondly; she climbed out the window to get away from you. And thirdly; I have never heard you describe Molly as insufferable." John said, still chortling.
"We need to find her, John, quickly before she gets killed." Sherlock said seriously and walked out of his bedroom. "She is in danger and she knows it but instead of staying put she exposes herself to whoever is after her. We need to find her now."
"Why would she do that?" John asked, a bit puzzled.
"I don't know!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"The great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes doesn't know?" John said, still a bit amused by the situation.
"Don't get used to it, John! I just haven't had time to process every detail of this case."
"So Molly is a case now?"
"These past few days she hasn't been herself at all. She is hiding something. So yes, she is a case. She's been a case these past two days!" Sherlock said as he put on his coat and walked down the stairs with John right behind him.
"Oh, you're conspiracy theory! I remember. And as I told you two days ago; there is no conspiracy involving Molly. She was just probably tired of you guarding her and went home believing that the threat on her isn't real. Granted that her method of escaping is a bit suspicious but then again everybody knows that you can be a bit stubborn" John said as Sherlock waved for a taxi.
"Maybe." Sherlock murmured ignoring Johns last comment on him being stubborn and took a seat in the taxi that stopped in front of them.
"Let's start at her place then." John said and gave the cabby the address.
Maybe John was right. Maybe everything that had happened these past few days was just Sherlocks imagination. Molly couldn't possibly be hiding anything. She was dull Molly Hooper. His pathologist. She just happened to be the next victim of a serial stalker who had been taking pictures of her for several weeks before getting murdered. That was the only logical explenation, he tried to convince himself. The dead drug lord and the dead middle eastern man with the scar didn't have a connection to Molly. The note left outside Molly's home, the gun she carried, the shooting at the industrial rail road track and the file given to him by Mycroft was just not important. She was plain Molly Hooper for Christ sake! There was no conspiracy involving her. The only thing that mattered now was that he needed to keep her safe. She was his pathologist after all.
Sherlock found himself questioning every piece of evidence he had on her. Why? Because he knew Molly! Or did he really? All he knew right now was that she was getting on his nerves.