Slowly shutting the bathroom door, Molly heart pounded. She quickly changed into a long sleeve shirt and jeans that Sherlock had collected from her house while she slept.

Locking the bathroom door, she turned the shower on full force.

She smiled to herself and her genius escape plan, thinking of how pleased Sherlock will be when he finds out she's finished.

Standing on her tip toes, she deliberated as she slowly unlatched the window, listening for any signs of Sherlock .

She paused to cough violently, her head pounding and her breathing ragged the sickness.

She swayed slightly, praying she'd have the strength to even make it to the lab at this rate.

The cool breeze tightened Molly's chest as she opened the window. Slowly climbing on the bathtub, she scrambled out the window quickly, hoping the sound of the shower would mask her noise.

Landing safely on the ground, she bent over to catch her breath. Scanning behind her, she sighed in relief.

She quickly scurried towards the street when a large figure suddenly appeared around the corner, standing in front of her.

"Molly Hooper, do you have no sense of regard for your health?"

Sherlock stood towering over her, already wearing his coat.

She cursed under her breath, realising he must have already anticipated her escape plan.

She sighed, exhausted.

"Sherlock, I just wanted to finish the case off at the lab, to thank you for your trouble."

His eyes softened and his smile formed a thin line as he watched her ragged breathing.

He stood closer slightly bending down.

Molly lifted her head in defiance.

"And you have been so kind to me, that I won't be letting you stop me from helping you in return."

She feigned braveness.

Sherlock's expression became amused, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

She coughed again, calculating how to escape to the lab.

He slowly stepped forward.

"Molly Hooper, you are still ill, the cold air is exacerbating your cough and you are not well enough to work. If you refuse to respect your own health and come into the warmth, then I will stop you and I will make you."

His face turned stern as he stood closing, attempting to be menacing.

She smiled cheekily.

"Thank you, Sherlock, but-"

He interjected. "Very well".

In one swift movement he scooped down, gently throwing her over one shoulder, and began walking back to the house.

Molly hit his back with her fists playfully yelling for him to release her. Her struggles were pointless and she grew irritated, hitting his back .

Sherlock attempted to hide the smile that crept on his face.

"Oh you're adorable, Molly Hooper."