It was on a night that Sherlock Holmes was sitting on his couch in his mind place while Molly Hooper was curled up in her chair. They both didn't know what was to come.
So Sherlock was organizing his mind palace when John came it and sat in the chair he usually sat in and picked up a newspaper.
"So, what are you up to now?"
"What does it look like?" Sherlock replied.
"Looks like you need a case," he then throws the newspaper in his hand at Sherlock. Sherlock opens his eyes and catches it right before it hits his face.
"A three way murder. Sounds great. But not now I'm busy."
"Sherlock Holmes doesn't have time for a three way murder, and he says he's 'busy'," John says with enthusiasm.
"Yes," Sherlock replied a bit annoyed.
"And what exactly are you 'to busy' for a case?"
"I'm meeting a person today."
"Who is this 'person'?" John was confused.
Sherlock didn't want to say because he felt a little tingle. "Someone now I must get ready, " he said as he walked up and into the bathroom.
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So Molly was nervous but anxious at the same time. Sherlock actually asked her if he could see her. But then again he just might want an autopsy for his case he has. Or does he? She thought in her mind. But anyways she got herself ready and left to St. Bart's to meet Sherlock as his instructions said.
So Molly reached St. Bart's in her lab and when she turned on the light she had a little, startle.
"SHERLOCK!" She yelled when she saw him in the lab sitting with his eyes closed and hands folded within each other.
"Oh hello Molly." He then gets up and walks toward Molly. "Molly I need you to listen and listen very closely," Molly then nodded yes with a straight face. "Okay Molly, I know you may not think I acknowledge you at all but really, you're all I think about. Especially in these times. I don't know why but I have had this urge." Once Sherlock said that Molly's heart rate started to increase in a fast pace. Sherlock then put his hand on Molly's cheek and leans in. Molly's cheeks are as red as a tomato. Sherlock was about to reach her lips when a gun fire was shot then hit Sherlock's right shoulder. Molly then started to worry and everything cleared out of her mind. She then yelled for help and no one answered.
"Molly..." Sherlock said as he was in pain. "PRESSURE!" He yelled as more blood spilled. Molly quickly took off her lab coat and put a lot of pressure on his wound. Sherlock hissed in pain but knew it had to happen. Then again Molly yelled for helps. This time heard footsteps coming. Then Sherlock's eyes started to flicker.
"NO! SHERLOCK NOT NOW! DON'T DIE ON ME NOW!" Lestrade and John then burst through the doors and John dialed the police quickly and as they hauled him through the building. By the time they exited Sherlock's eyes were shut and he was barely breathing. Molly felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at Sherlock. The ambulance finally arrived carrying Sherlock into the van. Molly sat next to him as John on the other side with his head in his hands. Molly was in shock, pain, and fear. What was she to do? What did she NOT do? She then felt this was all her fault. That Sherlock Holmes, her most dear love, died because of her.
