AN: This is the story of what happens when you don't say your sorry to loved ones...

"Miss me?" Jim asked as he stared her down from across the lab.

Molly found her throat constrict and tighten. She could not even draw enough breath to make a sound.

Jim smiled his funny little smile and took a step forward. "I asked you a question Molly? Did you miss me?" He took another step and stopped. The smile fell from his face. "DID YOU?" He screamed.

It was enough to startle Molly into action and she turned and ran just as he lunged for her. As she ran, her survivalist instinct kicked in. She shoved medical trays and glass bottles onto the floor as she passed them making enough noise to wake the dead. She also began screaming as she ran, shoving the doors to the lab open and sprinting down the hall. He was right behind her laughing his maniacal laugh. Several hospital staff ran into the hallway within moments trying to see what was happening.

When Molly saw the gathered group, she ran full speed towards them and didn't look back until she reached them.

"Oh my God…Molly what's wrong?" Malinda asked her.

"It's Jim…oh God…its Jim…he's back." Molly said as she clutched at Malinda's jacket. "He's behind me and…" Her words caught in her throat when she turned back and saw he was gone. "He was right there…he was in the lab with me…"

"Who?" Malinda asked worriedly.

"Jim Moriarty." Molly cried.

A technician bolted into the hallway from one of the hospital rooms. "Guys did you hear…on the telly…James Moriarty is back. Not only is Sherlock Holmes alive, but his arch enemy is as well." He said with a stupid smile on his face that showed he truly had no concept of who and what James Moriarty was.

"How is this possible?" Molly asked staring up at Malinda. "He shot himself…Sherlock said…Jim shot himself!"

Greg looked around the ruined lab. "Good God what a mess. You did the right thing Molly. Quick thinking!" He praised her as he rubbed her back trying to comfort her naturally wrecked nerves. "Are you alright?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, it was just such a shock to see him…and the way he was looking at me…like he was looking right through me…" She shuddered.

"Look Molls, maybe I should get someone to drive you home. All of our heads are spinning now that we know he's back and…" he looked at her intently. "You are sure it was him?"

"Yes Greg! I would know his voice anywhere and his eyes…" She shuddered again. "And that creepy little smile he always has on his face…it was Jim Moriarty. I know it was him Greg."

He nodded. "Okay Molly, then I definitely must insist that you let one of my officer's drive you home. I'll post a few men around your building also."

She nodded, holding her arms tightly around herself. "Why do you think he came to me Greg?"

Greg shook his head. "I dunno Molls. Who can say with a nutter like him? But we will protect you. I'll put men on you 24 hrs a day if I have too, but we will keep you safe."

"It won't be enough." A deep baritone voice said coming into the ruined lab. Sherlock walked over to Greg and Molly, but kept his attention on Molly. "It won't be enough Lestrade and you know it. Not with Moriarty."

"Well it the best that I can do right at this moment Sherlock." Greg said. "Whenever you're ready Molly, I'll have someone drive you home."

"Thanks Greg, I appreciate that."

"Why didn't you call me?" Sherlock asked looking pointedly at Molly.

"I did call you Sherlock." Greg said rolling his eyes.

"Not you Lestrade." Sherlock said turning his body completely toward hers. "Why didn't YOU call me?"

"Why should I call you?" She replied in a hard voice. "I'm ready Greg."

She pushed passed Sherlock. "Oh hello John." She said cheerfully. "I didn't see you there."

"Are you okay Molly?" John asked worriedly.

She nodded. "Yes, just a bit shocked…I …he…I mean I looked up and there he was, no more than six feet away from me." She shuddered again. "But I'm alright."

John pulled her into a hug. "Well we are here for you of course, if you need anything."

"Yes thank you John. Give my love to Mary." She said pulling away and walking from the lab. Sherlock watched her go with narrowed eyes.

"Have I done something wrong John?" He asked.

"What's that?" John asked looking at Sherlock and following his eyes towards the retreating Molly. "Oh that. Yes, well, I'm not sure how you expected her to act after your last meeting."

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh you know. You were high as a kite and she slapped you three times, which was bloody brilliant by the way. And then you proceeded to point out that her engagement was over instead of saying you were sorry for hurting her and your other friends with your destructive behavior…so I think that about sums it up. Yes Sherlock, you did do something wrong, very wrong in fact."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sherlock snapped. "She's in danger. I should be the one she calls. She can't possibly think that this lot could protect her from Moriarty."

"I heard that." Greg snapped from across the room. "Besides why should he want to hurt Molly? He probably just did this to make a grand entrance. He's like you in that way…all about the drama."

Sherlock turned around and stared at Lestrade. "Why should he want to hurt Molly? Is that supposed to be a serious question?" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course he would want to hurt Molly. She played a key part; in fact, she had the starring role in keeping me alive in case you have forgotten. He will try to use her to get to me."

"Oh I forgot this is all about you." Greg said rolling his eyes. "Why should he use Molly to try to get to you? It would seem to me that he would try to use someone that was actually important to you if he were going to do that."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, the door to the lab burst open and a constable ran in. "Sir…she's gone."

Greg stood to his full height. "Who is gone?"

"Dr. Hooper sir. We were pulling the car around for her and when we got to where we had left her, she was gone." He said.

"Why the bloody hell did you morons leave her alone?" Greg shouted. "Am I surrounded by idiots?"

"Yes you are. A bit taxing isn't it?" Sherlock asked as he turned and ran from the lab. John followed after him.

Once outside Sherlock and John looked frantically around the parking lot. "He would've left something for me John."

"Who, Moriarty?"

"Of course Moriarty!" Sherlock snapped. "He wouldn't have just taken her and left nothing. He would have to gloat. Look for anything…a piece of paper, something left on the concrete, anything."

John had just started to search when he heard a chirping sound. He pulled his mobile from his jacket pocket. Sherlock stared at him while John looked at the mobile. "It's not me Sherlock."

Sherlock slowly pulled his mobile from his jacket and looked at it.

You should've said sorry Sherlock…Boo hoo…now you will never get the chance to…

Sherlock swallowed hard and looked at John when his mobile chirped again. He looked down to read the second message.

Did you miss me? I certainly missed you and our little games. And this is going to be a game Sherlock, one of our fun little games…let's hope it ends well for little Molly shall we…

Thoughts?

I do hope it peeked your interest! Thanks for reading!