Good news! It didn't take me 8 months to update the story this time. This is going to be a shorter chapter as we get a little more insight into Molly's feelings about the whole ordeal. Thank you so much to everyone who has read my story! I want to give a quick shoutout and reply to everyone who has left a review as well.

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"Hey Molly, its John. I-"he took a deep, unsteady breath before continuing - "I don't even know where to begin. I can't imagine how you are feeling right now or what you must think of me." Another long pause ensued. "Just know that Sherlock, and me, were trying to protect you. If I felt like there was any other way, if I could have told you without endangering you or Sherlock, please believe me Molly, I would have in a heartbeat." A defeated sigh could be heard. "I'll try reaching you again tomorrow. Goodbye."

Molly pulled the phone down from her ear and deleted John's voicemail. He had tried phoning her several times since yesterday. She had let all of the calls go unanswered.

An exhausted Molly rose from the couch and listlessly tossed her phone on the side table. There was no one that she wanted to talk to today and nothing online that she had any desire to read.

When Molly awoke that morning, she had a few glorious moments of sleepy ignorance. She got out of bed and stretched a bit before making her way to the loo. She turned on the light and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Molly did a double-take at her appearance. She looked awful. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair resembled a rat's nest. Did she not brush it last night?

Molly continued to stare at her reflection. As she examined herself, a deep feeling of dread began to grow in her stomach. Her groggy mind tried to make sense of the feeling. Something had happened. Something shocking and unpleasant-

The pathologist inhaled sharply. Her breathing quickened as the memories from the previous day assaulted her. Sherlock Holmes, alive and well, risen from the dead in the Bart's women's locker room of all places. God, did that really happen? Have I finally cracked?

Molly placed both of her palms flat against the countertop to steady herself. The intense feelings of betrayal and hurt that had manifested yesterday after Sherlock's reveal were resurfacing. Feelings that also extended to a certain sidekick physician named John Watson.

Both of them had to have known how Sherlock's supposed suicide would affect her. Even if Sherlock himself had not seen her in person afterward, he had to have known that it would destroy her. Molly's feelings for the detective were a secret to no one, especially following the infamous Christmas party.

Yet they had all left her in the dark. Sherlock, John Watson, Mike Stamford, bloody Mycroft Holmes. They had all let her mourn in vain because, according to Sherlock, it was safer that way.

"I didn't want you to be in danger"

Sherlock's words echoed in her head. His sincerity as he told his story and pleaded with her gave Molly pause. She brought her hand to her cheek where Sherlock had cradled her face. It was a surreal memory. Two years ago, Molly would have donated one of her organs to have Sherlock Holmes hold her and look at her the way he had yesterday. She had never seen him so vulnerable and open. Was it all a manipulation? Did he want Molly to forgive him so he could have his own personal pathologist back in his pocket? Or did he actually care that he had caused her pain?

Molly shook her head. It was too early to try and analyze Sherlock Holmes' intentions. In fact, Molly decided right then and there that she would spend the rest of the day stuffing her face with takeout, watching trash television, and avoiding thinking about anything related to Sherlock Holmes. Was it the healthiest way to process things? Probably not. But it was the route she was choosing to take.

Molly finished her morning routine in the loo and made her way to the sofa. She found her cat Toby sprawled on one of the cushions. She gently stroked his fur. He lifted his head and purred in response before resuming his rest.

"Your life is so hard my sweet boy." Molly cooed.

She plopped onto the sofa next to Toby and turned on the television.

"Breaking news this morning, we have now confirmed that the Sherlock Holmes, the wildly popular 'hat' detective who seemingly committed suicide two years ago, has in fact, faked his death. It was only a short time ago that he was cleared of all wrong-doing in the kidnapping case-"

The television shut off abruptly. Molly let out a irritated huff. It seemed as though Sherlock was everywhere without even trying.

Despite the fact that Molly's abysmal attempts at not thinking about Sherlock had failed (she had been failing at that for years), the rest of her day was going as scheduled. She spent the morning lounging around with Toby while switching between various baking show competitions. There was nothing more mindlessly distracting to Molly than a contestant having a meltdown over their ice cream dish.

As the hours wore on Molly's stomach began to rumble. In her quest to not think about a certain someone she had forgotten the most important plan of the day, ordering takeout. She groaned at the thought of leaving the apartment to pick up food. She didn't feel that she was mentally prepared to socialize with people today.

Molly considered the lazier option of ordering takeout to be delivered. But she quickly dismissed the thought. She couldn't avoid the world forever. She refused to revert back to the person she was immediately following Sherlock's 'death'.

Molly cringed thinking about the few weeks after the consulting detective jumped. During that period, she could barely find the strength to leave her apartment except for Sherlock's funeral. She had ordered more takeout meals then she cared to remember. She showered only when she began to smell herself. But mostly she stayed in bed and slept.

When she slept she dreamt of Sherlock. His face, the cadence of his voice when he made a long deduction, his eyes lighting up when a particularly interesting case fell into his lap. Her dreams were the only place that she felt safe. Then, once she woke up, the dream would end and Molly would be hit with the reality that Sherlock Holmes was dead.

She teared up just thinking of the despair she felt every time she woke up and realized that she would never see him again. It was like waking up into your worst nightmare.

Molly sighed. Although the revelation of learning that Sherlock is alive inspired a lot of feelings of resentment and hurt, she couldn't deny the crushing relief that she felt as well.

Sherlock was alive. It was a dream come true. It was something that she had wished for for two years. He was breathing and he had been there right in front of her. He had stared at her with those perfect blue eyes and he had said her name. The man that she had mourned for two years was alive and well.

Molly was still beyond furious with detective, yet she was overjoyed that he was alive and safe. Only Sherlock could elicit two such strong, conflicting emotions from her.

Her stomach rumbled again to remind Molly that there was a task at hand. She decided to pause her musings for the moment and pick up some food. She quickly changed out of the pajamas she had worn all day into jeans and a blouse. The outfit gave her a small sense of normalcy. She gave a quick kiss to Toby who meowed apathetically back at her.

Molly grabbed her keys and her purse before making her way out of the flat. She contemplated the two take out options that were in walking distance as she took her first steps down the street. There was the Chinese place that was slightly overpriced but delicious or the-

Molly felt a sharp, stinging sensation in her neck. She gasped and let out a pained squeak. She lifted her arm to find what was causing the pain but her movements were slow and uncoordinated. She felt like a weight was attached to her arm. Her vision began to tunnel and darken and she fell down to her knees. Before she fell face first into the ground, an arm caught her around the waist and began to carry her. Molly thought to yell for help but she slipped into unconsciousness so quickly that she didn't have time to say a word.

Two men dressed in dark clothes waited patiently in their van. The empty street they were parked on was in a quaint suburb of London. To their left, a door opened and a young, small, dark-haired woman exited the building. The target. The two men departed the van, barely making a sound. The first man removed the syringe from his pocket as he quickened his pace to catch the woman. He came up behind her and stabbed the needle into her neck. He pushed at the end of the syringe, injecting the drug. She reached back in shock before collapsing onto the ground. The two men grabbed the unconscious woman and loaded her in the van.

AHHH Molly has been taken! What is going to happen? My goal is to post the next chapter within the month! I felt that we needed to hear a bit more about Molly's feelings on the situation before the action gets started. I hope that you guys liked it! Please review and let me know!