The day dawned cloudy and grey. A yellow fog hung heavily over London.

I decided to wear a baby blue dress shirt and black jeans. I threw my hair in a pony tail did some light makeup then headed upstairs.

Sherlock was dressed already and pacing the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... Wow." Sherlock smiled as he saw me. 

"Wow what?" I asked.

"You look great..."

"I do?"

"Well yeah you do..." He blushed, clearing his throat. "So are you ready to go?"

"Yeah whenever you are." I smiled. 

Sherlock grabbed the evidence bag with the coat inside it and We donned our coats.

We took a cab to the hospital and as we pulled up I gasped and tears filled my eyes.

I had realized that this was the building Sherlock had jumped off of.

Sherlock looked at me confused for a moment, then it clicked. "Oh Keyland. I'm so sorry I didn't even think."

I take an emotional inhale. "When I found out... I was catatonic for weeks I stopped eating then he came back and..." My voice cuts out.

Sherlock's eyes are the softest blue imaginable as he takes my hand and leads me out of the cab.

"Come on it's just a few more steps to the door." He encouraged. 

I close my eyes and let him lead me inside the building.

"The way I did it was really silly, faking my death I mean." Sherlock said with a suppressed smile.

"Oh?"

"I jumped onto an inflatable airbag, had somebody hypnotize John and then used a squash ball under my armpit." Sherlock said as we entered the elevator. 

I giggle despite myself.

"Why are you always so mean to John?" I ask. 

"Well I couldn't have him tell somebody I was alive by accident, now could I?"

I elbow him hard in the side. "Brat."

"You love me." He smirks.

I smile to myself as we walk into the lab.

"Hey Molly." Sherlock greets. 

"Hi Sherlock! Oh... Who is this?" A petite brunette lady asks.

"Keyland Jones." I smile extending my hand to her. "Sherlock and I went to school together."

"Molly Hooper." She says with an uncertain smile.

"Er, Molly we have some blood to analyze, may we use your equipment?" Sherlock asks. 

"Sure! I mean yeah it's no problem." She beams at Sherlock.

"Wonderful thank you Molly." He says as he trots off to use the lab machines.

"So... how do you know Sherlock?" Molly asks, with an almost jealous tinge in her voice.

"We went to college together. Me him and Richard." I reply. 

"Richard as in Richard Brooke as in Jim Moriarty?!" She asks her eyes widening. 

"Yeah... how do you know Moriarty?" I ask, perplexed. 

"I knew him as Jim... We dated for a while... I broke it off."

"You broke up with Jim Moriarty?!"

"Yeah."

"I like you Molly Hooper!" I chirped.

"Thanks. I guess." She laughed.

"Actually I have a few questions about Jim..." I trailed off.

"Really? What about?" She asked. 

I told her about my theory and she agreed that it made sense.

We were chatting and getting along fine, when suddenly my phone rang.

"Sorry I better check that."

"No problem." Molly smiled. 

It was a text message.

'Dear me Mrs. Jones...Dear me' 

And a photo of the broken lock on 221b.

"Sherlock! Moriarty is at out house!" I gasped. 

"What?!" Sherlock exclaimed, he grabbed his coat.

"Lets go!" I urged. 

"Molly I'll be back for the coat." Sherlock called out over his shoulder. 

"Go Sherlock just go!" Molly replied shoving us out the door.