The One That Came Back

Molly POV

It was weird not having him around. For the past couple years Sherlock Holmes would waltz right in acting like he owned the place and sit down by his favourite microscope and look at god know what, and just like that he was gone. The one man I truly loved was gone.

He's not gone forever but for the past 2 years he's off in some foreign land trying to track down Moriarty's network.

Ever since that night when he said that I counted and that he needed me I knew he would come back and make everything right. At least I think he will. You never quite know what's going on in that funny little brain of his.

It had been a very long day at the morgue.To many people dying I guess. It was close to midnight and I cleaned up to make sure everything was fine for the pathologist taking over for the morning shift. With one last look I was satisfied with my work and walked out onto the street where I hailed a cab.

"3321 Byrnes street please." it wasn't a long drive only a couple of minutes away from my flat. I didn't want to risk walking alone in the middle of the night. I paid the cabbie and walked up to my flat.

I was welcomed by a little meow. My cat Toby was the only one who kept me company. I heard him but I couldn't see him.

"Toby baby come on out time for dinner." I walked into the tv area and that's when I screamed.

I put my hand over my mouth as I recognized the man sitting on my couch.

"How in the hell did you get onto my flat?!" I yelled at him angry that he didn't tell me he was coming back.

" Hello Sherlock nice to see you to. How was your time away saving the lives of those you care about?"

I looked into Sherlocks pricing blue eyes. He gave me a small smile and stood up coming face to face with me.

My lips curled into a little grin and I wrapped my arms around his body.

I could feel him tense up then relax and gingerly wrap his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back?" I softy mumbled into his shirt.

" I didn't want to risk your safety. Besides I'm not done yet. I'm still hunting down one more man. Morzan the assassin assigned to John. I tracked him here in London. I'm going to need your help... Again. Mycroft won't let me stay with him and I prefer not to stay on the streets. Don't want to risk anyone recognizing me. I need to stay here with you."

Of course I wanted him to stay. All I ever wanting was for Sherlock to stay with me.

"Of course you can stay!" I could feel my cheeks turning red."You can stay as long as you need." he released me from his grasp. "Perfect. Now I'm going to need some supplies..." I cut him off.

"That can wait in the morning. Look I'm tired and need to get some sleep. I will call in sick tomorrow and we can get everything sorted out." Surprisingly without argument Sherlock nodded and sat down on the couch.

I walked over to the linen closet and got him a pillow and a blanket for the couch.

"If you need anything I'm just the the next room. Goodnight Sherlock"

" Goodnight Molly Hooper."

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Sherlock POV

Picking Molly's lock wasn't the hardest thing in the world. It was actually quite simple . I walked in to her little flat. Small and simplistic, just like Molly. I felt a little furry cat rub against my leg.