CONFIRMATION

Here's the second and final part. I hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks for those who liked the first part by the way. I knew I would eventually get around to writing a second part. There is a photoset for this up on my Tumblr. Check it out if you'd like to. Sincerelydayyy dot tumblr dot com. Oh, and let me know what you think!

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(Molly has another meeting with the shrink before Sherlock reveals himself. Later a reunion takes place.)

They're sitting on a large deck on the roof of one of the taller buildings in the city. They weren't in a locked room with a nameplate on the door. They were out in the open and that should have worried Molly Hooper but she was just tired of having to talk about anything that remotely concerned Sherlock Holmes and his fall. The last time she was in the presence of this woman she had to have take a few days off because she couldn't focus long enough to do her job.

She understood that she was just doing her job but she asked things that Molly didn't want to talk about because of the strain that it had put on her emotionally. However, now she sat in a chair across from the woman who lacked her notepad now. "Why did you want to meet with me again, Doctor Hooper?"

Molly lets out a sigh as she replies, quietly. "I don't really know."

"Is it because of Sherlock Holmes? Have you seen him?"

"Sherlock?"

"Yes. I had him in my office just yesterday."

"Why?"

"He had to be evaluated, just as you did. Does that surprise you?"

"No. Yes...I don't know."

"Do you want to tell me what happened now? It might help you come to grips with what you've had to endure mentally for the past couple years."

"You already know everything."

"Are you sure? You never answered the one question that I was required to ask."

"Who told you to ask that question?"

"I can't disclose that information but the interested party isn't trying to harm you in the slightest."

"You mean Mycroft Holmes? He's the one who set this all up."

"He is one of them, yes."

Molly was quiet for a little while. Her thoughts tracing back to before any of this mattered. Everything that happened between her and Sherlock and the things that did not rushed passed her in an instant. It all seemed to overwhelm her, she bowed her head and put her face in her hands.

"I don't know the answer that question. All I know is that he's alive, and that is all that really matters. He'll be back to running around London with John and maybe need my help in the morgue but besides that I don't know anything else."

"What if he doesn't?"

"What if he doesn't what?"

"Need you?"

Molly lifted her head up to stare at the woman before her. She had such empty eyes, or at least she seemed to just not understand the weight that was on the petite pathologist's shoulders at this second. Or the effect that came with her question. What would she do if he just decided that she didn't matter? Would it even change anything for her? She honestly didn't know. For the longest time, Molly didn't think that she matter to him but when he told her differently she accepted it for a little while.

However, she hadn't heard from him since she cleaned him up and helped him get out of Bart's.

"I'll just do what I've always done, keep on going. I was fine before I met Sherlock Holmes and I'll be fine if he chooses to not want me in his life. I can't say if he does, but I'll deal with it if it comes."

"I don't think you have to worry about that though, Molly."

"Then why ask me that?"

"You seem uncertain about something. It was a shot in the dark but like I said you don't have anything to worry about."

"No offense, I doubt he divulged much on the subject. He doesn't talk about anything with anyone, really."

She raised her hand in mock defeat. "That may be but I know without him saying that he does hold you in high regard. You count to him in some way."

"Maybe." Molly said as she turned her head to look up at the clouds in the sky. It looked it was going to rain. Not very surprising.

It wasn't much longer before she took her leave. She didn't feel any better about anything but she knew that it wouldn't be long before everything started to unravel. Whether that was a good thing she didn't know. All she wanted to do is go home and curl up with her cat (Toby) and forget that she even came up here.

So, she did just that for a few hours in her most comfortable pajama shorts and a tank top with blue sucks that came up almost to her knees. They were fuzzy and soft and she loved them.

When she came out of her room to get some tea and possible something to eat from out of the fridge, she nearly dropped Toby was very insist that he not get off her shoulder when she was walking past her sitting room to see a figure sitting on the small cushioned area where the window was. She flicked on a small lamp because of how dark it was and had to hold back a smile when she saw the lanky form of the only consulting detective settled with his legs pulled up to his chest and an arm slung over it while he stared at the raindrops hitting against the window.

"Sherlock." She whispered a few moments later when Toby jumped down and started to saunter over to the man who only looked down at the meowing feline as he stretched his paws to pat against his leg trying to reach him.

Soon enough he slung his legs over and made his way over to her. His eyes which looked like a sea shade of green began to search her face, there was a look of pure concentration on his face before he seemed to relax. Her name falling from his lips. "Molly."

He was wearing pajamas too, she noticed. Where he was staying, she wondered. He wasn't back at Baker Street as far as she knew.

"You saw that foul shrink today." He told her shortly.

Molly smiled. "Yes."

"Find out anything interesting about yourself?"

"Nothing I didn't already know."

"Good. Good. Anything you'd like to ask?"

There were several of those actually but there was only one she needed to ask. A confirmation of sorts.

"Do I still count?"

Sherlock eyes widen for a fraction before he carefully slid his arms around her and encased her in his arms and whispered against her head. "You always count, always."