Say You Won't Let Go.

Rosie.

A loud cry of an infant was heard on the busy road. Molly made her way to the crowd of people surrounding the world's only consulting detective lying flat on his back, unconscious, with his goddaughter lying on his chest, crying. As soon as Molly saw this sight she ran to Sherlock's side.

"Oh my god" she whispered, giving a quick squeeze to Sherlock's limp hand then she picked up Rosie who was secured in Sherlock's arms. She noticed that a small pool of blood was formed around Sherlock's head and some drops of blood were coming out if his nose too. From somewhere between the crowd of people around Molly, John pushing and bumping into people, managed to come to Sherlock's side, "Sherlock!"

John quickly looked at Rosie and seeing her alright he felt somewhat relieved. Sherlock saved her, he realized, by jumping off the building.

John quickly checked Sherlock's pulse, "Shit, Molly his pulse is weak, we have to wake him up and keep him conscious till the ambulance arrives."

"Sherlock?" Molly gently tapped Sherlock's cheeks, "Sherlock, please wake up!" Her expression changed from panic to a worried one.

"Mmm" A groan and then Sherlock opened his eyes just a silver to look at Molly, "Ro..." he mumbled before his voice turned into a gasp of air. His vision was so blurry that he could barely make out the silhouette of Molly in front of him, under the bright sunlight.

"Sherlock?....he is awake. What happened Sherlock? What did you just said?" Molly still worried but a little relieved leaned down to hear Sherlock's voice clearly.

"Rosie" he tried again, more clear this time, exhaling visibly. "Sherlock, Rosie is fine. She is here, see? Try to stay awake. You have hit your head hard." John said as his one hand rested on Sherlock's shoulder, squeezing lightly while his other pointed at her daughter, who was sitting on Molly's lap trying to reach for Sherlock. He in return weakly lifted his bruised hand towards the infant which she quickly grasped with her small one. A smile appeared on his face.

But soon Sherlock's eyelids closed and he fell back into unconsciousness, making John and Molly panic again.

"No no! Sherlock? Sherlock!" Molly started tapping his cheeks again with her free hand while her other was wrapped around Rosie.

"Shit! Sherlock! Wake up you git!" John's voice increased with every syllable. "Where the hell is that goddamn ambulance?"

A faint voice of a siren could be heard from down the road and soon the ambulance stopped near the crowd of people and two paramedics jumped out of it to quickly get their work done.

When Sherlock was being loaded in ambulance, Molly couldn't help but wonder what, when and how Sherlock was lying on the road injured, while holding Rosie.

John saw her expression and as if he read her mind, he said "You see this building?" And pointed at the two-story abandoned building behind them.

Molly nodded as she handed Rosie to her father.

We were on the second floor, Sherlock was standing in front of the window holding Rosie, while her kidnapper pointed a gun at them. I was fighting the other man. There was no way out so to save Rosie, Sherlock jumped from the window backwards." Before Molly could say anything one of the paramedic gestured them to climb in the ambulance.

When they settled in their seats John looked at the unconscious form of his friend as the paramedic adjusted the oxygen mask on Sherlock's face. Molly noted that John's expression was a mixture of sadness and anger, her gazed turned to Sherlock as she slowly, gently started caressing his hair.

John smiled seeing this.

"You saved Rosie, Sherlock. You saved her." Molly's voice was barely above a whisper, as she placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's forehead. And John's smile grew wider.

The End