Hi dear readers, this is my new story. I hope you will like it, please let me know what you think.

Molly was stooping tensely on the wheel of the ten year old red Mini Morris. Her eyes were wide open watching the road in front of her in the first streaks of dawn. She was driving bloody fast. Faster than ever.

Maybe it wasn't a very good idea as her driving licence had been expired for ages. Since she moved to London she hadn't need it so she didn't bother to extend its validity. She hated the London traffic and she gave her car to her younger brother who was thrilled to have one of his own and to show off to his new girlfriend. She slowed down a bit and tried to calm down.

What if a policeman stops me for speeding in a borrowed car with an expired driving licence having with me two bottles of pure alcohol and a bunch of painkillers? Yeah, that would be fun.

She took a last deep sip of her cigarette and flicked the butt out the window. All windows were down to let the air pull out the smoke.

Oh God, hope Meena will kill me.

After a few minutes Molly decided that there shouldn't be left any smoke in the car and it was bloody cold so she pulled up the windows and nervously started tapping her fingers on the wheel. She glanced down at the cigarettes on the passenger's seat for a few times but she decided to save them for harder times.

...

Three hours earlier

A tall dark figure stumbled across the semi lighted alley. The streets of this area were silent and empty in that hour. The wheezy man braced himself to run to the opposite alley's shadowed depth through the wide highlighted main road and taking a deep loud breath through his nose he ran fast to reach the cold dusty wall in the dark. He flopped down to the ground and wheezing examined the wound on his left tight under fabric of the blood-soaked trousers. He grimaced to the pain and hissed through his teeth.

Good. No bone or artery damage. He closed his eyes and to control the pain he mentally closed it into the dive in the cellar behind strong steel doors in his mind palace. He tore down a long piece of his shirt and tied it tightly just above the wound on his thigh. Then he took his phone out of his jacket's inner pocket. His head was dizzy but started to type.

At 4am Molly was sleeping in her bed in her small flat on the third floor of an old building near to Bart's. She had a long and tiring day at work. As soon as she arrived home she had a shower and fell into a dreamless sleep. When she heard her phone buzzing first she didn't even want to have a look at it and pulled a pillow to cover her ears. But after murmuring like 'whothehellisthis' under her breath she shifted her blowzy head from the pillow and grabbed the phone. She was twinkling of the sudden light and blew a mop of hair from her face. As she saw the message from an unknown number she got out of the bed incredibly fast and dressed in whatever she found in her cupboard. She glanced down to her phone once again.

Been shot bring painkillers, food and clothes 52.2667566,-0.8853797,7947

Molly took her biggest backpack and searched for her surgery kit - last present from her dad when she started uni - a first aid kit and all painkillers she found. She didn't have much but half a year earlier she had pulled out her wisdom tooth and got quite strong ones.

This will do.

She stormed out from her flat while was checking the coordinates Sherlock gave her. They indicated a place near Northampton. According to the map it was a group of some kind of old agricultural buildings. She needed a car but in this time it was almost impossible to find an opened rental.

Meena. She has a car. Shit, I'll have to lie to her something. Meena lives three blocks away and a Tesco is on the way. Excellent.

Molly rushed into the store and bought a change of male clothes, pure alcohol and some non-perishable food.

When she pushed the bell standing in front of Meena's door she already had practised her speech to her friend for more than fifty times.

'Molly Hooper! What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?' Meena was blinking with sleepy face pulling her beige dressing gown tighter around her chest.

'I'm sorry, sorry, sorry Meena. Really sorry. I just want to borrow your car. My brother had an accident...' she took a deep breath just to be able to keep on lying but Meena misunderstood it.

'Oh, I am terribly sorry Molly. If I can help...'

'Oh, no. He is in a hospital but he is not stable and I have to go there and...'

'Wait.' and Meena disappeared behind the door and after a few seconds she handed Molly the car keys and the papers. 'Here. It's exactly in front of the house across the street. And tell me if I can help with anything else.' Meena's worried expression just increased Molly's already great worm of conscience.

'No. Thank you, Meena. And sorry again,' she said avoiding eye contact and her last words already came from downstairs.

So Molly was driving bloody fast. Faster than ever.