A/N: Well folks, this is the end of our journey. Thank you to every single person who has read and reviewed this story. It really meant a lot. And don't worry, I shall be back :) Thank you all so much!

Molly flinched as she watched Jim fall to the ground, the bullet hitting him in the shoulder causing him to drop the gun.
"Don't you dare ever touch her again!" Mary stood about fifty feet away, still in her wedding dress, holding a gun. "I found them!" Mary yelled and Molly heard footsteps coming from other parts of the woods. Sherlock and John came running and John was the first to reach Molly. He kneeled down and began to check Molly over. Sherlock hung back, unsure what he could do to help. While the boys kept an eye on Molly, Mary walked closer to Jim, her gun still drawn.
"There's a nice bruise forming on your cheek. I think besides that-" John said
"Have you all finished you're moment?" Jim snapped from the forest floor as he tried to sit up.
"You put a real damper on my wedding." Mary said calmly as she took a step towards Jim. "The police know we're out here. There's nothing you can do."
"Oh really" Jim gave a wide grin and grabbed his discarded gun. "Watch me." He put the gun barrel into his mouth. Molly closed her eyes and moments later heard a gunshot.
"Mary, are you okay?" John ran over to his new wife who was staring at the corpse blankly.
"Bastard's dead now." Mary turned away and John led her away. Sherlock walked closer to Molly and helped her to her feet.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly just happened?"
"It's a long story." Molly replied. As a group they all began to walk back towards the edge of the forest. They came out of the woods to find a large group of police dragging three people away in handcuffs.
"We saw these ruffians at the wedding miss." A graying police officer told Mary "They followed you all out here. We think they were trying to shoot you all."
"Is there a blonde one? With a scar over his face?" Molly questioned.
The officer seemed surprised but assured Molly that they had indeed caught someone with those characteristics. Molly let out a sigh of relief. "That means we don't have anyone else to worry about."
Everyone turned to stare at her with confused looks. "Like I said, long story."
"Summarize for us, then." Sherlock said.
"The blonde man would be Sebastian Moran, ex-army man. Good friend of Jim Moriarty, the nice man you met back in the woods who killed himself. Moran would have been the last resort and the most dangerous man. Since they have him, everything is okay." Molly shrugged.
"How do you know both of these men?" John asked as the ground began to walk up the road.
"I'll tell you later." Molly promised.

"So, where should I start?" Molly asked.
After everyone had made their way back to Holmes manor, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes had hugged everyone. The noise level was very loud as everyone was asking questions and Mrs. Hudson was fretting over everyone. After everyone had calmed down, Mrs. Holmes ushered them all into a sitting room. John and Mary settled on one couch while Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were on the other. Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock settled in a chair and all were facing Molly.
"Start at the beginning dear." Mrs. Holmes said.
Molly nodded and took a deep breath. "My name is Margret Elizabeth Genevieve Berkley…daughter to Catharine and Edward Berkley." Molly stopped when she heard a sob come from Mr. Holmes.
"You're…you're his daughter?!" Tears glistened in his eyes.
"I'm sorry…I couldn't tell you."
"Oh no, it's fine. I'm just…I'm very happy." Mrs. Holmes put her arms around her husband. "You can continue."
"I was happy as a child. I never wanted for anything and was an only child. When I was five my father went up against James Moriarty, the father. My father had discovered some incriminating evidence that Moriarty was the head of a criminal ring. He took the evidence to the police, even after Moriarty threatened him. In less than forty-eight hours there had been five attempts on his life and three of my father's colleagues had died saving him. My mother and father packed what they could quickly and rushed out of England. We stayed in France for three years. My father would barley ever let my mother and I go outside, and he made sure to keep up to date on English news. On my eighth birthday, my father got the news that James Moriarty had died in prison, leaving behind a window and a son. We stayed in France for another year, just to make sure. On my ninth birthday, we boarded a boat to England. When we came ashore, we hired carriages to take us back to our old home. One was too small to fit all three of us comfortably, so I offered to ride in a separate carriage." Molly gave a sad smile "That's what saved me in the end. On the way home, we were attacked by some thugs who were loyal to Moriarty. The driver was shot through the heart and thus crashed the carriage into some trees. My parents were then shot and…and I ran. The men didn't care about a crying child running away or they didn't see a need to kill me. I ran all the way to a train station and stuck onto a train. I got off at the end of the line and wondered my way to the orphanage."
"How did you meet James the son?" Mary asked.
"I met him when I was seventeen. He came into the town, suave and rich. He paid me special attention and made me feel wonderful; I thought it was love. We became engaged. I spent more time with him and even met Sebastian Moran, who he said was his best friend. A week before we were to be married someone let his last name slip. He had been introduced to me as James Brooke. When I heard who he really was, I ran away. Seems I was getting pretty good at that. Worked as anything I could for a while, till the war came. I signed up to be a nurse, said goodbye to the orphanage and…you know the rest."

Days past: Mr. Holmes contacted some lawyers and found that Molly was in line to inherit a fortune left to her by both of her parents. Her old home had been sold, but there was a stack of books that went to her. Everything was good…everything except Sherlock. He was ignoring her; they hadn't talked since Molly had told everyone her story. Molly thought at first that he was just shocked to hear her story, but when he was still avoiding her after a week, she decided to give up.
"Molly, what are you doing?" John walked into Molly's room to find that she was packing.
"I'm leaving John. I have a fortune now that I can use. I think I'll travel the world." Molly picked up her suitcase and began to walk down the stairs.
"No! You can't leave!" John panicked, grabbing Molly's arm.
"Why not? The war is over now. Sherlock doesn't need me. Now if you would excuse me, I have a train to catch."
John watched helplessly as Molly walked out of the door. He then ran to Sherlock's room and barged in to find Sherlock sitting on the bed.
"She's leaving." John huffed.
"So what?" Sherlock scoffed, refusing to face John.
"What?!" John yelled.
"So what, John? Why does that matter to me?"
"Because you love her, dammit! And don't you dare pretend the reason you've been avoiding her is because you were trying to build up the courage. So go and get her!"
"She's the one leaving me John. Don't try and blame any of this on me."
"She's leaving because she thinks you are angry at her! There is no other reason! So get off your ass and go get her!"
Sherlock hesitated and John seriously considered dragging him out of the house. "Go!"

Sherlock ran out of the house to find the car about to pull away.
"Stop! Stop!" Sherlock yelled stepping in front of the car. When it did, Molly clambered out of the back seat.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"I need to talk to you, Molly."
"Right now? Really?" Molly walked right up to Sherlock until she was right in his face. "What the hell could have to say-"
Molly would have continued if it weren't for Sherlock's lips pressed to hers. It took her a moment, but soon she started to reciprocate the kiss. When they both felt the need for air, Sherlock broke the kiss and leaded his forehead on hers.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to say."
"Shut up and kiss me again." Molly grinned.

Epilogue

Sherlock and Molly were married one year later. John and Mary's daughter Ellie was welcomed into the world three months after the wedding. Within one year, Ellie was gifted with a playmate: Eleanor Marie Holmes was born on a rainy April day to loving parents. Molly and Sherlock would go on to have two more children, both sons. Mary and John were gifted with another daughter and son. They all lived in blissful happiness. Sherlock and John would continue working on cases, sometimes enlisting the help of their wives. And they all lived happily ever after.

-The End-