The Battle Within (Sherlolly)

A stolen pathologist.

Molly stood with her arms crossed and bit her lip. Of course she wanted to help, but she wasn't sure she was willing to go this far. Wasn't this considered kidnapping? She could go to jail if they were caught! 

"Molly please, I'm still working on the case. I'm not sure what's going on yet. I know it involves Moriarty though. You're the only person I know that can help me right now. I need you." Sherlock asked. 

Molly bit harder on her lower lip. She wanted to say no. She really did. Sherlock must have known she would do anything for him though. She felt slighlt used, but went along with it anyway. "Fine, she can stay with me at my flat. How long will she be here?" 

"Just until I get some things sorted out, I'm not sure how long this will take. Thank you Molly." Sherlock tipped opened the door to let Kiara in.

"Where are we Mr. Holmes?" She turned to look at Molly. "Is that your girlfriend?" she asked pointing at her. Molly's cheeks flushed but Sherlock just rolled his eyes.

"We are at Molly's flat. This is Molly. She's my friend. You'll be staying with her for a while." Sherlock explained. Kiara looked Molly over and nodded. 

"She looks very nice, so I'll stay. Do you have Television Ms. Molly?" she asked innocently. 

"Yes I do, help yourself. It's in my room." Molly smiled as Kiara ran off.

"You owe me Mr. Holmes." Molly eyed Sherlock.

"Yes, I'll buy the next five meals before work. How about that?" 

"That'll be enough for now." she smiled. She closed the door before he could make any smart alec remarks. She leaned her back up against the door and sighed holding her face in her hands.

What have I gotten myself into?

She went back to her room and found Kiara sitting on her bed watching detective shows. "You like this kind of telly?" Molly asked taking a seat on the bed. It was a little too dark for her tastes. She would watch if Kiara wanted to though. 

"Yeah, I like to solve it before the cops do. Like Mr. Holmes." Molly was surprised by her reasoning. 

"So you knew about Sher- I mean Mr. Holmes before you were captured?"

"Oh yes, he's mentioned on telly quite a lot. The detectives on my favorite shows often borrow his techniques." 

Molly smiled. "So Kiara, would you like to talk about what happened when you were captured? You know, without all the people around?" Molly said turning the volume down on the telivision. 

"Well, I'm not supposed to. But it's really been eating me up inside you know? I guess I can talk about it." Molly nodded for her to go on. She took a breathe and started her story. "Well when they first took me I was very scared. I thought they'd hurt me. They never did though. They tried to calm me down, even let me read and watch some telly. I still wanted to go home though, so they said I had to talk to their boss before I could leave. I asked 'em, alright where is he? And so they took me to this old tent and I waited a while before a man came in. He seemed alright at first but he started to get very scary, Ms. He knew my whole life story! He knew about my mum dying, and how my dad isn't a nice man. Well then he told me that I needed to pass on a message for him. He knew that I liked crime shows and stuff, so he said I should be excited to meet Mr. Holmes. Don't get me wrong I was excited to get to meet him but the message I had to pass wasn't nice at all." she shook her head soflty. 

"What message were you supposed to pass?"

"Well one of Mr. Holmes friends is in big trouble. Someone he hasn't thought to protect. I don't know who though." she said quietly, as if someone were listening to the conversation. 

"Wait, Sherlock doesn't have this person under protection? He's already got eyes on everyone he cares about." Molly scratched her head. Who did he miss?

"I don't know, but I'm scared to find out Ms. Molly," Kiara frowned. Molly pulled the young girl in for a hug and smoothed down her hair. "It'll be alright Kiara, go ahead and watch your show. I'll make some lunch."

Kiara did as she was told as Molly went back to the kitchen. Molly stood in front of the fridge and rested her hands on her hips, staring at the floor. She should phone Sherlock. 

John sat and sipped tea as Sherlock explained the events that had taken place that morning. After Sherlock finished John raised an eyebrow. "So you kidnapped his daughter and dropped her off at Molly's flat? What on earth made her ever agree to that? Molly's got more sense than to harbor a kidnapped child! If she's caught it'll be up to you to help her Sherlock." John scolded. Sherlock cleaned his violin bow and hummed as John ranted. "Mhm."

John sighed and rubbed his forhead. There was a moment of silence before Sherlock's phone rang on the coffe table. "Would you get that?" Sherlock asked playing his violin. John grabbed the phone and answered with a grumpy "Hello?"

"Mr. Holmes?" a small crying voice on the other line asked. John was caught off gaurd.

"No, this is his friend. Who is this?"

The little girl sniffled. "It's Kiara. Could Mr. Holmes have the phone please?" she asked taking in deep breathes. 

"Yes of course," John said. "Sherlock, you'd better take this one. It's Kiara, something's happened."

Sherlock put down the violin and took the phone. "Yes Kiara, what is it?"

"They took Ms. Molly, Mr. Holmes! She's gone! These men in black came in and she had to hide me. They took her away  before she could phone you!" she cried. "Please come get me, before they come back!"

"Yes of course we're on our way." Sherlock said hanging up. 

"What's wrong? What happened?" John asked pulling on his coat. 

"Somebody's taken my pathologist." Sherlock mumbled. There was a look of determination in his eye that John had never seen before. 

"So now she's your pathologist?" John grinned.