Chapter 17 – To save him, he must save her.

Now she was in big trouble. She knew it had been too easy. As soon as the file had been downloaded to the flashdrive, her two minutes were up and the sound of the shrieking alarm went off. It was a matter of seconds before she would be surrounded by very well trained guards. Why hadn't she made up an escape-plan before doing this? That's right! Because she had always loved the thrill of improvising her way out. But today, in particular, it had been a really bad idea, she thought as she ran down the hallway with guards on her tail. How high up was she? Would it be terribly dangerous if she jumped out a window?

12 DAYS EARLIER

"What is going on?" Lestrade was more confused than ever.

"What has Molly gotten herself into?" John asked. "Why is there a camera in our hallway and what were you hiding under the floor board, Sherlock?"

"All very valid questions, Watson!" Sherlock answered. "And I need to sort out what I know before I can answer you.

Sherlock pushed himself past John and Lestrade and made his way upstairs to his flat. He needed to visit his mind palace.

What did Sherlock know? Molly needed a quiet place to think, so she had found herself a pretty good hiding place in an old abandoned house in an unconspicuous part of London. How was she going to get out of this mess? Who was the bastard that was trying to ruin her life? It had been 8 years since she had visited her past in her memory. The moment Molly Hooper had seen the light of day had been the moment she had left all those things behind her. She didn't want to remember, but she had to.

How had this mess started anyway? Two days ago, at the morgue and a scottish drug lord on her autopsy table. Tucker McCreary. That name filled her with disdain. He had been an assignment long time ago. The assignment had been to steal something from him. She had gotten close, succeeded in her endeavour but gotten cought in the last minute, gotten in to a fight with him and his men, promised to cut him open one day and then disappeared out the door with her mission complete. McCreary had been looking for her a long time after that but obviously he had not been successfull. McCreary had no idea who she really was so the note in his pocket with her code name on it had startled her. He was not supposed to know.

Unless he didn't know, and the note had been a message for her, put in his pocket on purpose for her to find. Someone was going through an awful lot of trouble in trying to catch Mollys attention. And they succeeded.

The dead terrorist on her autopsy table the next day had definitely gotten her attention aswell. Aban Nahas had been another assignment a long time ago. Her job had been to assassinate him but her plan had been interrupted and she had been captured by him. After a few days of interrogation and torture she had managed to escape and gave him that scar he had. When she had gone back to finnish her job after she had recovered from the torture, the orders to assassinate him had changed. Someone had requested that Aban Nahas be kept alive for some reason. Later she had found out that someone named Moriarty (yes, THAT Moriarty) had a finger in the game. Back then Moriarty had been a rising name, a ghost that nobody had laid their eyes on. If Molly had known that Jim from IT was in fact Moriarty she would have killed him and made it look like an accident. And that was one of the reasons why she had helped Sherlock fake his death. That, and the fact that Moriarty had fooled her in to dating him to get closer to Sherlock. But obviously she had fooled him to, because he had no idea who she was and that she counted. And then there was the fact that Sherlock had asked for her help. He had needed her and trusted her. And she was thankful for that. Moriarty was no more, so he could not be the mystery in her ruin now.

She kept on sorting out everything in her mind as she paced back and forth in the old empty house. The note left outside her apartment door had been a trap for her. She knew now that the men that had been shooting at her and Sherlock had been McCreary's men, trying to avenge their dead boss. Whoever was trying to get Mollys attention had probably been watching the whole time.

Oh my god! She was so fucking stupid! She had let her emotions get the best of her. The trap had been a way to expose her and she had fallen right in to it! She had to assume that, whoever it was, knew everything about her by now. She recalled the photographs that Sherlock had brought to her attention. It was just a matter of time before everything would come collapsing down on her and her friends. Because she knew that her friends would be in danger aswell.

As clever as she was, she needed the worlds only consulting detective to save her now. What had she been thinking when she had climbed out his window? Why hadn't she come to these conclusions before? Being Molly Hooper had really slowed her down. The only way to save Sherlock from all this was for him to save her. She needed to tell him the truth. He trusted he, didn't he? He had told her that once. Hopefully he would still trust her after everything she was about to reveal to him.