So I reached 300 Tumblr followers and then world was the 300th and thus I offered her a prompt. She gave me a fantastic, messy idea. Or I suppose you could say we inspired each other.
Sometimes, alright an awful lot of the time Sherlock Holmes was a real bastard. There was no other way to say it he was mean, rude and awful. The man of thirty-seven tended to behave like a child of six when things weren't going his way. Today he'd had a particularly bad moment when a hypothesis proved untrue and he was suddenly back at square one. It was a small matter truly. But the brat had screamed and thrown an entire box of slides at the door sending glass flying across the (empty save for himself) room. While no one was hurt, it still fell to Molly to clean the mess up. Truth be told, Molly Hooper had had just about enough. She was done dealing with an overgrown child's 'hangry' temper tantrums (honestly a power bar would do him wonders). Regardless, the bottom line was that it was time to do something about it.
As she knelt to sweep a pile of shards into the pan noting the way the light sparkled off of them. A rather wicked smile started to bloom on her face as Molly Hooper got an idea. An awfully terrible wonderful idea. Softly she began to sing, "just you wait Sherlock Holmes, just you wait. You'll be sorry but your tears will come too late..."
That evening when her shift was over Molly began her plan of attack. She'd strike swiftly and right at the heart. Three text messages and one trip to the store to procure her needed tools and a nicer vintage of wine than she usually drank because by God she had earned it. The rest of her evening was spent in delicious preparation and anticipation. "Just you wait Sherlock Holmes, just you wait. Will I help you? Don't be funny, just you wait..."