Alas, we have reached the end. I am particularly happy with this chapter. It sort of rounds it off neatly. As promised, Molly Hooper's thoughts on the situation. I do love that woman.

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In four days Molly Hooper had done more than she'd done in four years. She'd kissed a woman and saved a man. She'd stared danger right between the eyes and stood it down.

She'd had sex with Sherlock Holmes.

Not bad for a morgue attendant, she reassured herself. She didn't know whether or not she'd do it all again. Were two nights with Sherlock Holmes worth all that pain? Molly looked at the clock. She needed to be at work in a few hours. Tomorrow she'd probably see Sherlock Holmes and life would be back to how it started; he'd be looking in a microscope with John Watson at his side. She'd bring him coffee and he wouldn't say thank you.

She realised she didn't care. Four days ago she would have, but now she saw that life was far too intricate to base it around one man.

Sherlock Holmes was not her boyfriend. Sherlock Holmes did not love her.

For the past four days, Sherlock Holmes had just been the man in the hospital; the enigma. Now she'd seen him stripped down to the bare necessities and, although he was an odd man, he was still human.

She loved him, but the enigma was gone. Saying that, a flutter of pride flickered its way through her when she realised she was probably one of the very few women that had ever slept, or even kissed Sherlock Holmes. She liked that thought.

If she couldn't have anything else in life she'd have that thought. It was a silly thing to cling dear to.

Molly was just about to curl up and snatch a couple of hours sleep before her shift when her phone bleeped from her pocket. His name.

To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 11, 14th line. –SH

She looked at the text with confusion. What the bloody hell was he on about?

I think you sent that to the wrong person. – MH

No. On your bookshelf. Fifth book in on the top shelf. – SH.

Molly looked up at the bookcase. There it was, Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird beaming proudly down. God that man see's everything, she thought. She'd studied the book in secondary school; not that she ever read it these days, it's just she couldn't bring herself to throw books away. She flitted through the pages until she reached the designated page.

"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."

She sat back down on the chair and smiled. Was this his round about way of telling her she was brave? Was he trying to tell her that what she did for him with Irene Adler was worthy of respect? In all honesty she was more surprised than anything that Sherlock Holmes had chosen literature as a way of giving her this message; he didn't seem the type to go around reading novels.

Maybe that was the point, she thought. Sherlock Holmes didn't read novels, and Molly Hooper knew that. Perhaps that made this particular quote special. There was method to his madness. She gave up trying to deduce his text message and smiled. Molly closed the book and picked up her phone, texting him back.

Thank you. – MH

Ah. I can't believe I wrote a multi-chaptered story. I'm so happy. Hope you liked the Harper Lee quote :) I have always liked that book. The fact that Sherlock doesn't know anything about popular culture yet chooses to send Molly a quote from a book I thought was very special to see. :)

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Hopefully will be writing more soon.