A/N: Hey guys!

As we embark on the final chapter of the 30 day challenge, 'something hot', I'd like to say a few things to you before it all goes down.

First of all, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for reading this! I want to thank you for all the wonderful reviews and all the favourites and follows! I've loved getting on each day and posting the next part, knowing that you're all enjoying this so much!

Unfortunately, we've come to an end. This is day 30 and the last in the 30 day challenge. I have had an absolute blast writing this and posting it for you! I haven't written fan fiction in ages and it was great to come back with such wonderful readers and such beautiful supporters! Just by reading each day and/or reading my author notes, you've become a great and fantastic supporter!

I don't know how much of a chance I'll have to write during the school year, because my parents turn of the Wi-Fi during the school term, but I'll try and see how it goes and if I can write some more. I'll write and do a big massive spam of fan fiction, so that should be fun. As I said at the end of yesterday's prompt thing, I'll do some one-shots so please feel free to PM me prompts or to put it in the review; be sure to mention it's a prompt. I'll "dedicate" the chapter to you, even if you're a guest.

Now, with Sherlock back on hiatus (again after, like, three weeks), you can bet my Sherlolly fan fictions will include the events of season 3. If you're an Australian fan, like myself, and haven't seen yet, Sherlock is coming next Wednesday on Nine/Win or whatever they call it. I'll finally be able to watch it legally.

I really cannot stress how much I appreciate you all. My mood has definitely increased so much and I absolutely love seeing how many reads and reviews I have! I've had three months of holidays this time and I had an absolutely fantastic January, thanks to you!

Many kisses to you all! Xxx

NO SMUT- Pre- RBF.

I think you'll find that Molly is missing two things: her flat and cat.
I suggest you find the cat if you want to ever see your beloved Molly alive again.
–M x

Sherlock paled as he read the text message. "John!" he called out from his bedroom. "JOHN!"

The doctor ran into the room as fast as possible and looked around for any immediate threat. "What?! What's wrong?!" he yelled back, looking around the room frantically.

"Moriarty. He's got Molly," Sherlock replied as he held the phone out for John to read.

"Shit. What do we do? Where do we go?" Sherlock shook his head as he walked out of the room.

"I'm not sure… I think the flat first; see if we can't find any clues. The flat was mentioned in the text so I think it'll have something to do with it."

The detective and the blogger left 221B and got a cab to Molly's apartment. When they arrived, Sherlock was shocked to see the flat on fire. He looked down at his watch; eleven thirty five. They were all at work, no-one had to leave the building.

"Sherlock, what the hell is going on?" John asked, staring at the fire, not being able to tear his eyes off it.

"They burnt it because there was too much evidence, I suppose. There has to be a clue outside…" Sherlock left John to stare at the catastrophe while he looked at the ground for any footprints made by cat, man or woman.

After few moments of looking, he poked John in the ribs. "Ouch! Sherlock! What was that for?" he asked, looking down at his detective who was crouched on the ground, studying mud. Oh, of course, John thought bitterly.

"Footprints. The mud is dry, it hasn't rained here since last night and it has been a little warm lately… I think that's the kidnapper of Toby and he'll take us to Molly. We've got to see all the cabs with mud in the car.

"Oh, yes, of course we have to investigate each and every cab. You're Sherlock Holmes, somehow I forgot," John groaned and followed after Sherlock like the little puppy he is on occasion.

~oOo~

After hours of looking at each and every cab, Sherlock had finally settled on the one the kidnapper went in. The mud was partially dry and the driver confirmed that a man had gotten in the car that morning from in front of Molly's building. After a few threats, the man obliged to driving them to where the man had gone with the cat.

The warehouse they pulled up at had John give Sherlock a few nervous glances. They were in an isolated area and John was sure no-one would come to their rescue if anyone screamed. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be here but they had to save Molly.

"Thank you," Sherlock said and handed the man double the money he owed before he and John climbed out of the cab.

"What are we doing? Are we storming in, guns blazing, or do we have an actual plan?" John asked his friend who seemed to be deducing what he could about the building.

"I called Lestrade; he'll be here in his own time. For now, we go in and get that cat and Molly." Sherlock looked down at John and gave him a reassuring smile, one John was unable to return.

They walked towards the warehouse, Sherlock much more confident that John. He was the one to open the door and he led John in.

A man sat in the middle of the deserted building in a wooden chair, a cat cage in his hands. John and Sherlock exchanged an uneasy look and began to walk towards him.

"I believe you have something we want back," Sherlock told the man who looked like he was going to cry. He couldn't approach him, there was something wrong. John, however, didn't get the memo and Sherlock reached out to grab his arm.

Noticing the action, John retreated to stand by his friend who was, as John politely put it, deducing the living daylights out of the man.

"Hello Sherlock. We finally meet again. You look great, by the way. And I have your beloved cat. Oh, yes, and that Molly Hooper. She's not going too well. Anyway, come to me and take the cat. Time is ticking," the man told Sherlock who ran towards him and took the cat cage containing one Toby.

He retreated to John and they looked around confused.

"That was too easy," the blogger said and Sherlock nodded while crinkling his nose. He knew, however, that a smell of gasoline was not just lingering in the air.

A red spot appeared on the chest of the man sitting in the chair and as quickly as it came, a bullet was fired. John and Sherlock stood in shock, Sherlock not thinking that would happen. The next bit was even more shocking. From up in the rafters, a burning paper fell and landed on the man's head, setting a fireball off.

"RUN!" Sherlock yelled and John followed the detective who was getting out of there.

"Shit," John cursed as they stepped to the road. "We don't even know where Molly is."

"You're wrong. There was a tattoo on his arm of coordinates. And now, we're going to find Molly."

The detective and his blogger waited as the police turned up, Lestrade leading it.

"Sherlock! What've we got?"

"Man inside is dead and burning. There was a sniper and a man in the rafters. We've got to go." Sherlock tugged on John's sleeve and pulled him away.

Molly Hooper was stuck. She was in a basement tied to a chair with explosives placed around her. She was told that if by six Sherlock and John hadn't come for her, she was going to die. At six, the explosives were all going to go off. There was a clock on the wall, the only light in the room. The bright numbers told her it was now quarter to six.

She knew better, however. The clock had been changed, it wasn't quarter to six. It could be any time. At true six, the explosives would go off and one minute before six, the alarm would start, telling her she had one minute left to live.

This was not how she thought she'd die. She had always thought she would marry and have kids and die old with her husband. Instead, she was dying in her early 30's, alone and at the hands of an old boyfriend. She wished and hoped and prayed that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson would arrive soon, she hoped she'd be saved.

She looked up at the clock to see it was now 5:47pm. When the number flicked over, an alarm began to go off. The tears that had welled in her eyes began to flow. Sherlock couldn't get there in time and she was going to die. The clock turned off but the noise continued to ring.

No-one is an attractive crier; Molly was no exception to this rule. She sat there, bawling her eyes out as the alarm rang. All time stopped as she cried, she was not going to live to see another day and she was not going to see Sherlock.

Sherlock. She wondered if he even cared, if he even looked for her. Her question was answered approximately three seconds later. The door behind her broke and a light turned on. Molly closed her eyes at the brightness of it. Sherlock ran in, John on his tail, straight to Molly.

He cut her from the chair and carried her back out, John keeping an eye out for anything or anyone. As they reached the door, Sherlock brought Molly closer to his chest and ran faster.

BOOM!

The room behind them went up in flames and Molly was left in Sherlock's arms, sobbing into his chest at how close she had come to death. She had been stuck in that room for about 24 hours by the time Sherlock saved her.

"Molly, it's ok, you're safe," he told her and began to wipe her tears away with a tissue previously stashed in his coat pocket.

She opened her eyes and blinked a few times as she adjusted to the light. Sherlock held her a few feet away from the basement door, the light from the fire illuminating through Sherlock's curls. She could feel the intense heat coming from the room… or perhaps it was Sherlock's body heat. She wasn't sure and at that moment, she didn't care.

"Thank you, Sherlock. Thank you so much," she croaked out, her throat saw from the previous screams for help and from sobbing viciously.

Sherlock placed her back on her two feet and placed his hands on her waist for support. "I would never let you down and I would never let you go," he told her.

She leaned forwards and pressed her lips to his. As she went to move away, Sherlock moved forwards and captured her lips with her own.

~The End~