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[ John came to see about getting a medical report on a recent murder victim, and he knew going to Molly would be a lot better than going through the rest of the morgue staff. ] Sorry, I didn't give you a call. [ John admits sheepishly, as he hands her over the request forms for the medical report and to see the body. ]

I was a little distracted with everything that has taken place recently. [ Everything, it is all a total mess, and hearing Jim's voice still has him a bit shaken up. ] I still can't believe there's this chance he's still alive!

It's quite alright. I know how you feel.

[She says as she takes the paperwork from him and looks it over.]

I can't say I ever expected to see the face of my fake ex-boyfriend who has supposedly been dead for over five years on the telly.

[She let's out a single laugh. The paperwork seems to be in order, so she flips it back to the front page and puts it down on the desk.]

I mean, Sherlock did say he saw him die, right?

[She trusts Sherlock wouldn't mess that up.]

[ John folds his arms against his chest, and he patiently waits for her to get him the report. ]

That's the thing, Sherlock said he should be dead. Of course, Sherlock should be dead also, but this doesn't explain Moriarty. He saw him die; we knew it was him... [ John wonders if this is another fake, and if it was another one of Mycroft's schemes. ]

I just wish I knew who we could trust. I mean I do trust Sherlock, but I'm not sure if all of this is a messed up dream.

Where did Moriarty's body end up? We didn't find him on the roof after...everything.

[Sherlock had told her where to find him afterward, but it had been hours before she'd been able to get up there herself and by then the police had already been there.]

You can trust me.

[She says it just a bit too eager.]

I'm afraid I wasn't able to get any information containing that, I tried, but there was tons of red-tape to go through.

[ John sighs with a look of pure frustration on his face. ] Course I can, just if I knew where it was, I'd have told you long ago. Mycroft isn't exactly going to let us in on any juicy details that might be useful.

It could've been a body double, I'm sure a genius mastermind like Moriarty would have his fair share of them stashed all over the bloody planet.

No, I know. I didn't expect you'd be keeping it from me...I just meant in general. You can trust me.

[Sherlock had, after all.]

Course I know that I can trust you, I didn't have any doubt in my mind about that.

Oh, well, that's very nice.

[She smiles.]

And I am sorry I wasn't able to tell you about Sherlock. It was all just awful.

Knowing John was mourning him terribly and not being able to tell him the truth had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done. It had almost been fortunate that she hadn't seen much of him during those years. She had been worried she would just blurt it out otherwise.]

[ John returns the smile, he understands why she wasn't able to tell him about Sherlock. ]

You were following orders; I understand your reasoning behind this. Still I would have loved to know he was just okay. It would have been better than all of the mad guessing.

I know.

[She looks a little guilty.]

But at least you met Mary. She's quite wonderful isn't she?

[ The change of subject is welcoming, and John perks up at the mention of Mary. Sure, it is a risk to raise a family right now, but he's absolutely tickled to become a father. ] That she is! And, I'm very lucky to have found someone like her.

[She smiles, truly pleased for the man even if she herself isn't as close to having the same happiness as she'd thought she was with Tom. Everything was always for the best though she figured.]

You two do seem made for each other.

[ Even with Sherlock's return and the potential for the same to be said about Moriarty, John is still a very happy man at this point. ]

We're getting along great with another, and I just hope we can manage to do our best to try our hands at being parents. Christ if I thought walking down the isle was horrifying.

You're going to be wonderful parents!

[Molly means it too.]

You're both very responsible and reasonable.

I do hope so. We'll try our best considering we've got some bumps to deal with.

That's all any parents can do really.

[She starts rooting around for the paperwork John needs, remembering why he was here in the first place.]

And I'd be happy to babysit anytime you two need a night out. I'm quite good with little ones.

Of course, we've got a rather unique situation in which we're raising a child in.

[ He is quite happy to hear she's willing to offer him a hand. As for the paperwork, John didn't forget it, but having people to talk to about the little things is always nice. ]

And, I'll be sure to take you up on your offer for a sitter. So what do you plan to do with yourself?

Just look at it this way, Sherlock seems to have been raised in a totally normal situation. [And look how that turned out.

She locates the file and looks at it to double check before handing it to John. She doesn't mind chit-chatting with him either. It breaks up her day a bit.]

I don't know what you mean.

[She looks confused by the question.]

You mean now that I'm no longer engaged?

[ Sherlock and normal hardly seem to go with one another, but the Holmes' family did seem normal. And, perhaps John is blind to things going on in that household.

He sighs, and he takes hold of the folder and opens it up to skim over the first page. ] Yes, what are your plans for yourself? That's if you have anything on your mind.

[She shrugs]

Guess I don't really have any plans.

[She was just getting from one day to the next at the moment it seemed.]

No, no, of course not. It was stupid of me to think you have moved on.

It's...fine. I should I suppose. Move on, that is.

[She's gone out a few times, but her heart really hasn't been into trying to meet someone.]

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Ugh, sorry for the slow!

It's okay!

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