Mary Morstan was feeling like the happiest woman on the planet. Though most of it could be due to the pregnancy hormones, it was also because her lovely husband was the preparing her breakfast while she lay contently on the couch watching her favorite soap.
Ring!
Her phone began to ring and she spent a good two seconds contemplating whether it was worth the effort to reach across the coffee table. Luckily John, the ever pampering husband came to her rescue. He rushed from the kitchen, a boiled potato in one hand and flour all over this clothes, knowing full well that Mary wasn't even going to attempt to answer the phone. He tossed the phone to her with a dramatic sigh. She giggled at him and blew kisses in his direction, while he rolled his eyes and rushed back into the kitchen a smirk on his face.
She smiled widely at the display.
"Hello Molly!"
"Hi! Mary. Thank God! I thought you would just let it ring like the other million times." Molly sounded really relieved on the other end.
"You are in luck honey, John's at home!" Mary said with a laugh.
Molly laughed along with her. They had built a quick friendship right when John and Mary had been dating. From then on they had become very close to each other. Mary didn't mind the morbid sense of humor Molly had, and if you get past that Molly was really sweet and kind.
"Ok, tell me what flavor biscuits you like, cinnamon or orange? I thought I'd bake something, today being my day off."
"Molly you don't have to. John's already cooking."
"It's not for you darling, I'm baking for my god daughter. Now tell me the flavor, I'm at the store."
Mary smiled at the way her friend cared about her daughter. Elizabeth was one lucky girl.
"Fine. I like both the flavors, you pick any one."
"Hmmm… I'll bake both. Bye! See you and little Liz around four."
"Bye!"
Mary placed her mobile the coffee table. Molly was a wonderful person. She was one of those few people who did good without expecting anything in return. Such people should not be left unrewarded. Mary had been contemplating about a matter for a long time, but she hadn't got the opportunity to do something about it. It was regarding her husband's best friend and Molly. Sherlock Holmes the most observant person in the universe, who could find the profession of a person by just looking at their thumb, was as good as blind when it came to the matters of the heart and emotion. He claimed to be a heartless robot, but that wasn't true, was it?
She and John were living proof of that. He cared enough to kill a man for their happiness. How couldn't he not have a heart?
Mary had her own set of observation skills. She had been an assassin after all. And all those observations pointed to the simple fact that Sherlock loved Molly Hooper, the pathologist. Whenever Molly was in the same room as Sherlock, he would follow her with his eyes or always kept her in the edge of his vision. She had heard many stories from Molly about how Sherlock would thwart all her attempts at dating. Molly thought that he did it because he wanted her assisting him in the lab, help him solve his mysteries. But Mary thought differently. Sherlock was jealous. It was the only sound reasoning, but when Sherlock was being his 'I am above all human emotions' self that angle was ignored. But not now.
"John!" she called out.
John poked his head out of the kitchen. "Yes?"
"Ever wondered what a couple Sherlock and Molly would make?" she queried.
John looked puzzled by the sudden question. But answered truthfully.
"More times than I can count. But Sherlock just kept denying anything and was always hell bent on shutting me up when I broached the topic."
That idiot! She thought.
"Don't you think it's about time we find out?"
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Sherlock was in his mind palace when he heard the shriek. He and John had solved the jewel thief case, the previous night. It had taken almost two weeks to find the thief, an experienced professional who had covered his tracks neatly, but not neat enough to throw Sherlock out of his track. There had been so much information and he hadn't had the time to delete the unwanted one's yesterday. And had been engaged in the deleting process, when Mrs. Hudson being her usual self, screamed at the sight of a head in the refrigerator. She scolded him for a few minutes, before muttering to herself and going downstairs. Honestly, he never understood the fuss the people made on finding body parts in the fridge.
Molly had given him the head, as its use in teaching was over. As always, when he thought about Molly a warm feeling settled over his heart. It was a strange sensation, something new to him. It had begun to occur after the fall. He decided to just ignore it, as untangling emotions was never something he was good at.
His phone buzzed in his pajama pocket. A text from Mary.
Molly is baking biscuits. Help her bring 'em over.
-MW
Hmmm… biscuits. He had always liked them. Especially the ones that Molly made. When he had been using her place as her hide-out, she had offered some with tea. They were delicious. When he had asked about it, she had told him with a laugh that it was a secret recipe.
Might as well find out the secret, he thought with a smile and got up to get dressed.
Not once did he question, why Molly would need help in carrying a small basket of biscuits or why he had chosen to wear his purple shirt (which Molly loved on him). He simply ignored it.