John and Sherlock arrive at Baker Street. Sherlock seems in a good mood, since they were able to solved the mystery. Mrs. Hudson greets them at the entrance.
"How is it boys? Any luck today?"
"Better than luck, Mrs. Hudson. But unfortunately she brought it to herself." said Sherlock enthusiasticly.
Mrs. Hudson looks at John for an explanation.
"He solved the crime." John summons it up rapidly.
Sherlock goes up the stairs straight in to his flat's living room, but then he sees Molly standing facing up the window. She seems to look outside, waiting for them to return. Sherlock immediately turns back, looking for a way out of uncomfortable situation. Just before he's going to walk away, his distinctive observation notices Molly's hand grasps tightly to the curtain. It's almost like she sees something horrific outside the window. Sherlock can see her hand muscle tighten, as if she's going to pull down the curtain. As a detective, he immediately senses something is not right, and it reminds him, everyone that enters that room is someone that in needs for help. So instead of running away, he begins slowly walks into the living room. He walks carefully as if he is about to approaching a rabbit that might scare away by sound.
"Molly.." Sherlock said in a low tone. John is still downstairs chatting with Mrs. Hudson. Right now there's only both of them in the room.
By the sound of her name, Molly's grasps is loosen up. She let go the curtain almost immediately. Her body seems release all the tension before. Sherlock notices all of these.
"..is everything okay?" Sherlock asked again. In that moment Sherlock suddenly realizes he owed a lot to Molly more than everyone in his life. John is his roommate and loyal friend, they are comrades hand in hand. There were times John left him when things go bad, like for instance when his wive was dead catching a bullet for Sherlock. Mycroft is his brother, Mrs. Hudson is his landlord, they all have roles in Sherlock lives. But Molly, Molly is there just by her own willingness, despite of all that had happened. Sherlock wonders, is this the feels of guilt creeping down his spines.
Molly turns around slowly and look at Sherlock.
"Do you know.. sometimes, we take something for granted.." she tooks another glance at the window. Long enough to make Sherlock take a peek of what actually she sees. But than, Molly continues her words.
"..sometimes.. you do not realize something you can't live without until it is really gone."
After Molly finishes her sentence, she and Sherlock stare on to each other.
Sherlock isn't sure about what to say, or if she had already finished her sentence. But than she quietly walks away before Sherlock could say anything. Just in time for steps from downstairs approaching.
"Ah.. Molly, are you and Rosie going to the daycare right now?" asks John who just appears, unknowing of the tense atmosphere.
Molly nods and smile, like she always did.
Sherlock still standing where Molly left him, unmoved.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"Nothing." he answered, unsured.
John looks to the door again where Molly is already gone.
"Did something happened?" John asked curiously.
"I already told you it was nothing." Sherlock replied sharply.
With that cynical tone, John assures nothing was happened.
"Well, I am off then. Hope to see you again later." said John while putting on his jacket. "Please don't call or text me for the next 2 hours."
"2 hours that is fast." said Sherlock without lifting his eyes from his smartphone.
John then walks away happily unbothered by his friend remarks.
***
"Inspector.." a police officer approaches Lestrade "Good call on that hotel thing today, sir. Me and my lads can't believe that hotel is actually runs a plastic surgery lab. What a surprise, eh.."
"Yeah.. yeah.. it was a good day until I got called here. For God sake, I just want to have one Valentine without finding anyone's body somewhere."
"Sorry, sir."
"Come on, just give me the details so we all can go home today." Lestrade said grumpily.
"Right, eh.. There's a.. female body found in a public bench, 30 something they said. Neatly dressed, like she was about to go on a date, full make up on. She seems to asleep, someone try to woke her up, but she didn't react. They called the medics and they said she was already a goner."
"Where is she?"
The young police officer leads Lestrade to the bench. There is a lady in a dark green dress is sitting with her head tilted to the side. From the direction Lestrade approachs her, he is facing her backside.
"Cause of death?"
Lestrade putting on his gloves.
"Amm.. they don't know yet sir, they would like to ask your permission to bring the body to the morgue for further investigation."
Just after finished putting his gloves on, Lestrade turns to see the dead woman's from the front side. And then he turns pale.
"Pity, eh sir. Such a lovely lady sitting and die alone in the bench. No personal belongings, not even a purse. Maybe she was robbed?"
Lestrade doesn't even listens to the rookie officer anymore. Sweats starting to run down his back. And after he takes another look, hastily searching for pulse, looking for obvious cause of death. He took a couple steps back, almost like he suddenly looses his balance but trying to stand still.
"What's wrong sir?"
"Dear God.. No.. Oh my God. No. Bloody hell no. Please don't.."
"Do you know her, sir?"asked the officer again confusedly.
"Don't just stand there! Call the medics, have them help her!" Lestrade suddenly shouts and grabs the officer jacket.
"Bbut.. they already did sir. They said she's dead."
Lestrade stroke his hair in frustration. He then kneels in front of the body, cries.
And in an instance he stand again still fighting back his tears. He takes out his phone and dials a number.
"Hello, John it's me. Code red, where are you? Come to the address I sent you. Now!"
***
John is about to meet his date when a phone call from Lestrade came through. Part of him wants to ignored the call, for once he wants to have a life without Sherlock related problems. But he realizes the aftermath might brings him hell more than joy. He looks again to the address Lestrade sent him. It's close to where he is about to go. Maybe he can still come to his date and apologize for being late. He hops on a bus arrives at the scene shortly.
Lestrade, still look upset, is waiting for him. John quickly realizes how serious the situation is.
"What's going on?" John asked sternly.
"Prepare yourself." Lestrade replied.
John's soldier intuition takes over. Lestrade, a guy that has seen a dozen crime scenes, is visibly upset. Something bad must had happened.
They approach the bench. Lestrade point out John to the body. John look at him in confusion.
"Do you want me to examines her?"
"If you can."
John come near the body and steadily watch it shapes, dress, hair.. that colour he is so familiar with. He already knows. He knows before he saw the face. The chills he felts before, the alarming sense he ignored multiple times. He can feels his old wound aching again, along with the gut wrenching feeling the day he watched his wife being shot.
By the time John come face to face with the body, tears already run down his face.
"Molly.."
Lestrade just stand there silently, with a blank stares.
John's tears stop immediately as he is now in panic.
"What about Rosie?" John asked suddenly in a cold voice.
"What do you mean?"
"She.. she was with Rosie. She was with my child where is she?"
Lestrade can't believe what he heard. "We found her alone"
"She supposed to drop Rosie to a daycare nearby.." without saying anything more John run across the streets, follows by Lestrade.
They arrive at a daycare not far from the crime scene. A lady in the receptionist table surprise by their arrival.
"Linda, where is Rosie? Did.. did Molly drops her here?" John tried to catches his breath.
"I'm sorry, but they haven't come here today.."
John heart drops to the floor. He can feels all the pain from his past come at once.
"Oh God, Oh dear God.. what happened?" he franctincly walks back and forth. "Oh God, my daughter.. my daughter is gone."
"Calm down, John." Lestrade now back to his former self and giving orders to his subordinates to check on the daycare.
"We need to call him John. He is the only one who can help us." Lestrade said again.
John now prostrating in public, looks at Lestrade. "I don't care if he falls, I just want my daughter back!"
"And what about Molly? Don't you think of her?" Lestrade yelled. "We need to call him. Call him, John.. although I get a sense he already knew."
John take his cell phone and dials a number.
The number ring and someone answer.
"I'm on my way." the voice said on a speaker phone, without any prior question.
John didn't say anything anymore to Lestrade. They both realize they just experience the worst Valentine's day ever.