Hi dears, surprise! Thank you for all your kindness. I'm sorry I haven't answered yout reviews via pm, but time is a cruel monster.

So here it is, I hope you get answer for a few questions but others might remain open. Let me know your thoughts and feelings. Enjoy. hopefully.

The driver of the black BMV comfortably leaned back in his seat. He had been waiting for hours for a sign on his phone. The two old people on the backseat had ended the annoying sobbing for a while now. They finally understood that it had been absolutely unreasonable.

'It's better for all of us if you stay silent, believe me.' He slightly turned as he was gesticulating with his gun and the woman drew back more pushing herself into the backseat with wide eyes.

The old man leaned to her and whispered into her ear.

'Be calm, darling, you know our boys. They will do something. '

The old lady nodded with teary eyes and tapped her husband's hand resting on her knee.

They both turned as they saw that somebody was knocking on the window of the driver seat.

'Bloody hell,' hissed the driver, straightening his grip on the gun but didn't move. He had parked with the car on an extremely neglected area.

The knocking continued impatiently. The driver turned his head and looked outside. 'Bloody hell,' he repeated louder. He let down the window a bit. A very pregnant woman was standing next to the car with a pained expression.

'Sorry Mister, but... uh...my water just happened to broke. Couldn't you take me to the hospital?' she said in a trembling voice her eyes wide in fear.

'Find somebody else. I don't have ti...' But his sentence had to remain unfinished since a small hole appeared on his forehead and leaned back lifeless.

'Violet, David,' the woman opened the door. 'Hi. Come now. Come, come.' She smiled warmly and gesture to them to get out qickly.

'Mary? What happened? Is Sherlock safe? How...?' Mrs Holmes asked stunned as she was climbing out followed by her husband.

'Well, I'll explain later. Let's hurry now.' Mary led them to a dark blue car and asked them to get in before quickly sending a text from her phone.

They are fine and with me. Go boys! MW

She started the car and started to drive towards the safe house Mycroft had laid down previously.

Molly was kneeling on the floor leaning on her palms, her head dropped between her shoulders near the man's body she loved. She glanced at Sherlock's face she could hardly see his eyes under the dark mop of hair of his. But she saw what she needed to see in his widening, very livid eyes. He silently mouthed NOW!

Molly pulled out the small gun Anthea had previously taped to the bottom of the sofa. A moment later Sherlock was still on his stomach but was holding the dropped gun Molly had kicked near to his hand, as she turned and shot the guard behind her. Using the time she won she backed and run towards the kitchen. From the corner of her eyes she saw Mycroft bulge in through the back door with an expression ice cold, he looked dead calm but he was inhumanly quick. She had never seen him like that without his elegant suit and umbrella. With a gun in each hand he marched through and shortly after Molly heard four gunshots.

The next moments were unbearable. She was crouching under the table, her gun in a tight grip in her hand. She heard nothing but dead silence from inside. Molly stirred; her heart pressed her to go in, to see if they were fine. If he was fine. But she stayed. Sherlock had told her to stay until he came for her. So she didn't move a bit.

Then suddenly the back door opened. Garish lights came through the windows. People came in shouting loudly passing her. She gasped in fear, as an arm reached for her and she heard someone speaking to her. First she couldn't understand what they said but a moment later it was getting clearer.

'...help, miss? Can you hear me? Do you need any medical help, miss?'

Molly could only shake her head, mouthing a silent no. The next thing she knew was a large hand taking her gun away gently and pulling her out from under the table. She reached for the familiar coat's sleeve and was practically hanging onto it for moments while Sherlock's strong hands were holding her close to him.

'It's over Molly. It's over.' He whispered constantly not being able to let her go. Molly felt her chest rising violently as Sherlock's embrace was tightening.

A few moments later he pushed her away only to look into her eyes. 'Molly, listen to me now. John's been shot. I have to go with him. Do you think you will be all right? Lestrade will take you to the hospital after us. Anthea and Mycroft are on the way already.'

Molly was listening with wide eyes than nodded.

'Are you sure?' Sherlock asked uncertainly.

Molly only nodded again wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. By the time Lestrade arrived her breathing calmed down.

'Dear God, Molly. Are you okay?' Lestrade stood next to them frowning. Molly slowly turned her head towards him and forced a smile. She felt Sherlock's hand loosening on her torso as he was stepping away towards the starting ambulance. His eyes were still on Molly as he doubled his steps then got into the car. Molly was staring after Sherlock when she felt Greg's hand on her shoulder.

'Let's go, Molly.'

She nodded then let him to lead her to his car.

By the time they arrived at the hospital John was already in the operation room. Sherlock was nervously pacing up and down on the corridor. As he saw Molly and Lestrade arrive he stopped and stared at them from the other end of the room.

Lestrade cleared his throat,' Well maybe I'll fetch some coffee or something.' He forced a smile and turned to leave.

Molly stood there fidgeting not knowing what to do exactly, but then she decided. She walked to Sherlock and silently hugged him. They stood there clinging on each other for seconds. When Sherlock finally moved he brought up his hands to cup Molly's face and lowered his head to search for her mouth with his own. She willingly rose onto her toes and deepened the kiss. This was the sight Lestrade met when he entered the waiting room. He almost dropped the paper cups he was holding in surprise. He considered giving a sign of his presence but instead he turned and left with a wide smile on his face. Coffee could wait. Apparently.

Later when he decided it was safe for return, Sherlock was pacing again but Molly was settled in one of the wide armchairs with Sherlock's coat covering her s a blanket. Her eyes were closed, but her body was tensed, she wasn't asleep obviously but she didn't move either so Lestrade decided to let her rest.

Lestrade walked up to the consulting detective to offer him a cup. The other silently took it and sipped.

'It's cold.' He winced.

'Well, you're welcome. I tried to bring it earlier but you were both deeply occupied.' Lestrade couldn't and didn't want to hide his grin as Sherlock turned his head to examine the blank white wall next to him.

'Thanks for the coffee.' he said finally as he dropped the cup into the bin.

'Any news?' The DI's expression became serious.

'Hmm...not yet.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Though the doctor in the ambulance car said that the wound itself didn't seem fatal though he had lost quite a lot of blood. So...' He gulped.

'He will be all right, mate.' Lestrade patted his shoulder awkwardly before he left him and sat onto the couch not far from Molly's armchair. Just a moment later the surgery room's door opened and a very tired looking surgeon entered the waiting area.