AN: Hi guys, just popping in to let those who followed this story know that the sequel is now being posted! So to whet your appetites (and ensure I'm not breaking the rules about posting author notes) here is a sneaky preview of what is in store for Sherlock and Molly in their next adventure.

Sherlock appeared in the doorway, his sharp eyes rapidly taking in and assessing the scene, as John Watson hovered behind him, face set in his soldier's mask.

"Sherlock!" Irene greeted him gleefully, her face brightening again as she lowered her feet to the floor to rise, before Sherlock held out his hand in a stopping gesture.

"No need to get up, Irene." He instructed, before walking past her to stand in front of Molly, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh!" Molly realised she was in his seat, which of course he would want to sit in to face Irene. She jumped up, slipping past him heading for the sofa, where John was perched as though ready to spring into action at a second's notice, but she didn't get very far. Sherlock's hand snaked around her waist, pulling her back onto his lap as he sat, and she blushed at the intimate gesture.

She knew it wasn't out of affection however, Sherlock didn't believe in committing public displays of affection, particularly when an enemy of his might see it, and decide they could use his feelings for her against him. His doing so now in front of Irene could only serve one purpose, a message, loud and clear, that he belonged to her and she to him, and that was to be respected.

"Sweet, though an unnecessary gesture" Irene commented shrewdly, "I'm not here to seduce you, that ship sailed long ago."

Sherlock nodded curtly, though made no attempt to move Molly now his message was across.

"Then why are you here?" He asked. "I wouldn't expect an apology, from you of all people."

"Call it a peace offering. A case, I know you like those."