Molly, is that you?

Molly, is that you?

Chapter 1

Hey Guys! So I decided it was a good idea (not really) to start writing a second fanfiction, even though I haven't finished the first one. But don't worry I am still writing the first one and both should be updated at least once a week.

The Day Of The Reichenbach Fall

Molly Hooper was a smart woman, stuck between the side of the devil and that of the angels.

"You were wrong you know. You do count, you've always counted and I have always trusted you" the words flowed out of his mouth as she stood there speechless, of course this had been planned. Moriarty had told her, when Sherlock had no one else to turn to he would seek her help. So for that exact moment in time for him to ask her to help him fake his death, she wasn't surprised.

Wow faking two deaths in one day. How annoying she thought to herself as she grimaced the thought of the two men she loved dead. One shot in the head, laying on St Barts' roof and the other sprawled across the pavement outside one of the doors of the hospital.

Sherlock and Molly spent the next half an hour planning out what would happen, just like she had with Jim the night before. Taking a pint of Sherlock's blood, the same as yesterday with Jim and making up a drug to make Sherlock's pulse undetectable. Quickly enough everything was set out and packed away just in the time, when the lab doors opened to see John walk in.

A phone rang, John's. As he talked on the phone his facial expression changed to one of worry, he quickly hung up and turned to face Sherlock. "Mrs Hudson's been shot!" He said panicking, obviously waiting for Sherlock to say something. "Sherlock she's dying!" John said, still no answer. John rushed out of the doors again. Molly couldn't help but admire the short ex-army doctor, who always put others before himself. She used to be like that caring, Molly thought to herself, before she met Jim Moriarty.

Before she knew it Sherlock had sent a text to Moriarty and was walking out of the lab doors. Her and Jim's plans were in place and so were hers and Sherlock's, which she had already planned out with Jim and Sebastian. Her phone rang, picking it up to her ear to hear her fiancé's voice echoing through her head. "Me and Sherlock are about to start everything. Moran is on hand and you know what to do with Sherlock. After he wakes up, take him back to yours, once he falls asleep and if he doesn't, drug him. Once he is asleep change into the dress I have left in your wardrobe and text Sebastian. He will wait outside your apartment in one of the cars and pick you up."

"Ok yes I've got it." Molly replied.

"Love you darling" Jim said before hanging up and the phone went dead.

Moriarty and Sherlock stood on the roof of St Barts, the wind whipping against their clothes and moving them in the wind, whilst staying alive played in the background. After a while of talking, Moriarty "shot" himself. Bursting the blood bag Molly had sorted out the day before with him and collapsed on the floor, playing dead. Sherlock turned around outraged that Moriarty had killed himself before he could call off the snipers aimed at John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade. Picking up his phone he dialled John's mobile number, talking to him whilst letting a tear of two roll down his pale face before throwing his phone behind him letting it clatter on the floor upon impact, causing the it to smash. In one swift movement of his dark blue coat, he jumped off the building and landed in the laundry truck parked on the side of the road nearest the building, the soft cotton pillows and sheets preventing the impact of the fall from being too bad. Once he had landed, Sherlock quickly hopped off of the laundry bags to lay on the pavement. The last thing Sherlock remembered was Molly rushing over to him blood bag and needle in hand before pouring the blood over his head and inserting the needle into his arm.