To the guest who reviewed on To Have a Heart, here is another take on a Mollcroft relationship in season 4. Set during The Lying Detective
"And you are sure Sherlock asked you to go to that address?" Mycroft asked.
"Yes. He said in exactly 2 weeks to bring an ambulance to that address." Molly replied.
"Did he give any indication as to why he wants you at that location with an ambulance?"
"None at all. Just to be there."
"I will keep a weathered eye on the situation. I recommend you do as he asked and inform me of anything questionable that's going on."
"Of course." Molly said.
"Oh and don't let him make you late for dinner. I have a reservation for 5 o'clock at a very nice Italian place." Mycroft said with a slight smile.
"So date night isn't for another 2 weeks then?" Molly inquired.
"There will be plenty of date nights before, but if Sherlock can schedule things in advance so can I."
Molly kissed his cheek. "Very well. I'll be there. Even if I have to hijack the ambulance."
"My dear, I don't believe that would be the best decision. How do you think it would look if The British Government had to bail his girlfriend out of jail for stealing an ambulance?"
"It would look very funny."
Mycroft sighed.
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Molly climbed in the ambulance behind Sherlock. As soon as the doors closed she smacked him.
"What was that for?" Sherlock asked incredulously.
"What for?! Sherlock, you are using drugs again! Did you not learn your lesson last time!? If you keep taking what you are currently taking you'll die! I'm going to have to call Mycroft and tell him that his little brother is back on drugs!" Molly was outraged.
"You don't need to call him. You can tell him at dinner tonight. And by the way, don't order the lasagna. It's terrible." Sherlock said.
"Just shut up and let me examine you!" Molly snapped.
The ambulance arrived at its destination. Molly climbed out.
"How is he?" John asked.
"I've seen healthier people on the slab."
"Molly, they are usually murder victims and quite young."
"If you keep taking what you're taking at the rate you are taking it you've got weeks."
"Weeks what's the rush."
"It's not a game, Sherlock!"
"Molly, you seem stressed."
"I'm stressed you're dying."
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Molly met Mycroft at the restaurant. He took her coat and pulled out her chair for her. His hands lingered on her shoulders.
"You seem stressed." He said.
"That seems to be the general consensus today." Molly said.
"Tell me what happened."
"I got to the house Sherlock told me to. The ambulance was for him because he's using drugs again. He's taking so much at an excessive rate. If he doesn't stop he's got maybe weeks."
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, Molly. Sherlock seems to think he has a plan."
"Well, I'm going to his flat tomorrow and look for whatever he's using."
"Allow me. I am sure there's more to it than that."
"Anyway, enough about Sherlock."
"Yes, Molly, I have a question for you." Mycroft said nervously.
"Alright. I'm all ears."
"Molly, I am not a good man, and yet you choose to be with me. I have done horrible things, some you know about and some I can never tell you. But regardless of all of that, you love me and care about me. Molly, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Molly gasped. "Yes, Mycroft! Of course I'll marry you."
Mycroft slipped the silver band over her finger. He ran his thumb over the three diamonds. He finally knew what it meant to feel complete.
Ok so I have a ton of story ideas and this is one of many I am posting today. Hope you enjoy them