Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

What will you choose?

The next morning, Lestrade called, offering a case to the pair. Sherlock had successfully reverted back into his old self, but only temporarily he vowed. Only until Molly came home.
Afer ariving to the crime scene, Sherlock quickly solved the case. It was a woman, who was tortured until death. But no fingerprints or tools were found.

"What is it then?" Lestrade asked after Sherlock promptly stood

"The same signs keep showing up... At the last case it had the same seal on the right corner of the floor..."

His gloved hands formed an arch at his lips, as he pondered the clues he'd seen, until.

His mind flashed to Moriarity.

"Its the same Person."

Johns face showed a mix of pride and fear, though he followed Sherlock when he left.

Sherlock pondered every possibility, taking the scraped up seal to identify it.

Once the results came back, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"It's Sam."

John showed a mass amount of confusion, hardly giving way to the words he wanted to say.

"What? Why would she give herself away like that?" He eventually said, but Sherlock already had his coat on.

"We have to get back to Baker street. She wants to be found, and I'd rather not see what her incentive is." He replied, running out of the door, putting on his scarf as he ran.

John attempted to keep up, slipping into the backseat of the cab just before it took off. When they got there, Sherlock ran up the stairs, paying no regards to John, or the toll that was to be paid. Much to his dismay, he had been right. An open laptopsit on his desk, with a message and a soon to be connected Skype call. He sat down, reading the note which read:

"You see the mess you can make, when you forget about people? Well now you have seen the mess I can make, and you will never forget this person, and their inevitable death."

Sherlock's face went visibly pale, as John read the message. Just then, the Skype call connected. On the screen - to his horror- he saw Molly, tied and bound. John was out of sight of the camera, and decided to stay that way in case.

A slender, tall women passed behind molly, brushing her hand on her cheek. Sherlock fumed, wanting to wrap Molly in his arms. She held a knife, but before doing anything she started to talk.

"Sherlock, I finally have your attention!" She said, playfully.

"It's your girl, Sam... which, you already knew. But, before I cut into your new girl too much..."

She cut a small cut on Molly's arm, making Sherlock wince as she groaned in pain.

"You have a choice..."

Sherlock was clearly aggrivated, but he listened intently as thoughts attempted to run through his brain. Though they all stopped at the same place- Keep Molly Safe.

"You, or her..."

"You want me to give you myself, for her?" He asked.

Sam nodded, putting the knife to Molly's neck.

"Choose." She said sternly.

"If you think I'd do that- you'd be absolutly right."

Sam smiled, as John's face showed horror.

"Come get me, but let me hug Molly before you take me. My colleauge John will take her with him to insure the sincerity of this deal."

Sam was not nieve, but She knew Sherlock would not risk having cops there.

Sam nodded, and closing off the skype call. Sherlock closed the laptop, and sat back in his chair with a gentle sigh.

"Sherlock..." John said gently, hugging him. "Don't die please."

Sherlock nodded, his eyes filled with tears. He hardly trusted this deal, but he knew it was his best shot to Getting Molly back- and that's all he really wanted. His own saftey hardly mattered anymore, now that this newfound emotion flooded his viens. He had acted upon it so quickly, he felt as if it was the only drug that could change him long-term. Also, the only legal one.