Molly gaped at the man beside her.

"T-Tom?" she stuttered, although she really shouldn't have been surprised. Not since Irene Adler's visit and the phone number that belonged to him. And yet, it was still foreign seeing him grinning madly beside her. It was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Tom rolled his eyes.

"Oh, quit that tedious name already," he said. "You didn't really think it was real, did you?"

The fear in her gut was momentarily forgotten and replaced with a boiling fury. She felt betrayed, like she did when Moriarty first met Sherlock through her, and bloody pissed off that it actually happened again. With Moriarty's best buddy, nonetheless.

"Yes, I did think it was real!" she cried, startling both men in the vehicle. "I thought it was real, because you introduced yourself to me and dated me and proposed to me! I am truly sorry that I didn't connect the dots and figure out you were after Sherlock – who was presumed dead at that time!"

"Presumed, yes, but there is no one inside this car who actually believed it," Moriarty said. His devious grin was back as he searched for Molly's doe eyes with his dead ones. "I would have gone after you myself, seeing as Sherlock would probably vomit upon learning all of the delicious things I would do to you, but sadly you already knew who I am. So, Sebastian here would have to work. Did you like the clothing style? My idea."

"You bastard," Molly huffed. "What is your plan now? To kill me?"

"Well, yes, that's the general idea, obviously," Moriarty said slowly like talking to a small child. "But we thought we'd have some fun with you first. See how Sherlock can control his heart."

"His heart?" Molly raised her eyebrows. "How could I have the effect on his heart?"

"You're a but more mouthy since I last saw you, do you know that?" Moriarty complained. "Tommy, show her."

The man beside Molly – Tom, Sebastian, whatever his name was – glared at the back of Moriarty's head before he pulled out his phone.

"Watch closely Molly," he told her with a feral smile, hugged her tightly across the shoulders, so she couldn't move away, and shoved the phone screen in her face. She looked at it with wide eyes as a video of her and Sherlock dancing at the Watsons' wedding. She couldn't hear them talking, but she could definitely see them moving their lips and glancing at each other and everywhere else.

"Why do you have this?" Molly asked, looking up at Moriarty. He laughed at the question.

"All in good time, Molly, all in good time," he said as Sebastian grabbed her chin and forced her to watch the video. Her eyes fixated on the screen just in time Sherlock kissed her.

"See that, Molly?" Sebastian whispered to her. "That's the thirst of a man who's deprived himself of you for too long."

There was a moment when their kiss on the screen became deeper. Molly's lip trembled, but she couldn't move her eyes away from the screen. Mary's words echoed in her mind.

"I haven't seen so much desperation put in one kiss. It was like all the hidden feelings came pouring out of him."

"That was when I knew we had him. His heart," Sebastian grinned. "I told Jim and he couldn't stop laughing. He told me to break up with you to make him a little hopeful. And now, a little more desperate."

"You are psychopaths," Molly breathed out. The two men laughed.

"You're figuring that out now?" Moriarty cried. "And here I thought you were smart. Smart enough for you and Sherlock to fool me, that's for sure, but ... What do they say again? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice ... Well, you won't have the chance to try again, anyway."

He and Sebastian laughed again, their voices dark and malicious. She had never heard either of them laugh like that and right then, as her ex fiancé had her wrapped her in a now revolting embrace, it was a terrifying sound to hear.

"No, no, no, you don't understand. I don't care how many cabs there are in the city, I want you all to stop and check every single one of them ... Oh, don't start with that, Wiggins, or I'll put someone else in charge! ... Yes, it is possible, there are more than enough of you out there. Now stop talking to me and get to work!"

Sherlock ended the call and threw the phone on the sofa, where it landed right next to Mary. She glared at him.

"You know, if you destroy your phone, you won't be able to hear from anyone who has made any progress," she told him calmly as she continued reading Sebastian Moran's file. Sherlock walked towards her, but he didn't mind her – his gaze was fixed on the wall behind the sofa, where all of his main clues were gathered.

Mycroft told him they took a right once they had reached the end of the street. So – north. They were heading north. He stepped on a sofa and drew a line until the next crossroad. There were three possible ways where they could've gone. He looked around the spot and noticed a faded green circle he made close by.

Tom's cigarettes.

His mind quickly went to work, remembering it was one of the latest sightings where his Homeless Network saw him. He circled it again, with a bright red colour this time. He remembered the other sightings, all nine that were known to him, in the correct timeline.

The position for them finally made sense. They were a route.

"Mary, please send a text to all of Mycroft's agents. And my homeless network," Sherlock said, glancing down at Mary. "You can found their numbers under the letters A and H, along with numbers. And add Mycroft and Wiggins, too."

Mary opened Sherlock's contact list and added the thirteen numbered letters A, twenty-two letters H, Mycroft, and Wiggins.

"What should I text them?" Mary asked.

"Tell them to ..." Where should they go? There were too many holes in the route, like what roads were they taking and how fast were they going. "Just give me the phone."

He snatched the phone to her and quickly drew the route with the red marker, going from Molly's house to the first sighting of Tom – ... . He snapped a photo of the map and added it in the text. Below it, he wrote:

Possible route. 92% sure. Send men there.

"What's that?" John asked as he entered the room. He stared at the long line across the map in confusion.

"It's possible that this is the route they are taking," Sherlock said with a smug smile. "I told you it was a good idea to keep an eye on Tom."

"They're headed towards the Archbishop's park?" Mary asked when she finally stood up and took a look at the map herself. Being in the ninth month of pregnancy sucked.

"It's where the route stops. It doesn't necessarily mean it ends here," Sherlock said. He was at the door in two long steps and grabbed his coat. "It's also the last possible place where we can get to them. John, you're coming with me. Mary, as you would only slow us down with your pregnancy, I think it would be best if you stayed here."

Mary sighed. "Don't sugarcoat it," she murmured more to herself than to him as she watched them get dressed. Sherlock was out of the door a moment later, but John stopped to press a kiss on her lips and caress over her belly.

"You better get going," she told him. "I won't be surprised if he decides to ditch you when the taxi comes and you're not there."

"I wouldn't be surprised, either," John chuckled and kissed her again. "Take care, love you."

"I love you, too."

(A/N: I am so sorry I'm late with this! I was hoping to add something more, but I decided against it, so I could finally post this chapter. I'm gonna start working on the new one, don't you worry, I only hope you won't be waiting for that one for as long as you have this. I'm sorry this is all I have to offer you right now ... I love all of you who are still willing to wait for me! You deserve much more than I give to you!)