Sherlock Holmes, Consultive Detective. Resident on Baker Street. He has met John Watson in a lab in St. Bart's, immediate chemistry. John looking for a place to stay, Sherlock looking for a flatmate, he was the ideal person.
Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, lived there too. Friendly and predisposed, but she wasn't his housekeeper. Before climbing the stairs he saw a lilac bicycle and followed Sherlock. The detective was a very tight person, hard and cold. Calculator too, as the Doctor thought. He has no friends, is unfriendly and arrogant.
Sherlock opened the door of his flat and both entered. The first thing John noticed was the cleanliness of the place, everything in order.
"Well, here is the kitchen, the bathroom and the living room. Upstairs is your bedroom and you should also know that we are not the only ones who- " Sherlock was interrupted by a slamming door.
"Sherlock! I'm tired of you leaving your shirts thrown!" Said a young girl coming out of his bedroom.
John was surprised. Sherlock read his thoughts and rolled his eyes.
"She's Molly, my housekeeper, she helps clean the place, if you need anything you can ask her" Sherlock said. "Molly he is John Watson, he will live here from now on"
She smiled at John and held out her hand, her arms full of shirts.
"Oh, my pleasure, Mr. Watson!" The young woman was very cheerful. "The pleasure is mine" John answered, still taking her hand, perplexed that such a girl worked for Sherlock.
She had long brown hair, her eyes were chocolate-colored, her lips thin, she had a long braid and she was a skinny girl, her clothes were very baggy and colorful.
"Do you want tea?" She asks Sherlock.
"Coffee" he replied, looking at all his shirts in her arms as if he had forgotten something.
"You Mr. Watson?"
"Tea is fine, you can call me John, please"
"Perfect John! It's good that Sherlock has company! Don't let him drive you crazy, he may be unbearable but he's really cute" She said smiling.
"Coffee" said exasperated Sherlock
"I take back the last" She said rolling her eyes.
Molly went first upstairs with all Sherlock shirts.
"So ... she and you" John said.
Sherlock looked at him. "She's my housekeeper" Said indifferently.
"Okay, okay!" John said raising his hands.
He noticed that Molly moved freely around the flat, as if she were someone else there. She headed toward the kitchen to start preparing their drinks.
John and Sherlock talked for a while. Molly gave them her hot drinks when Mrs. Hudson walked in.
"Molly, my dear, don't forget tomorrow, at the same time as always?"
"Of course, Mrs. Hudson!" Molly smiled and she withdrew.
"Sherlock, I'm leaving" She said, taking a backpack which John had not seen, emerald green and yellow. "Remember to eat something"
Sherlock groaned. "I'm on a case"
"In case or not, don't leave your shirts thrown anymore because I swear I'll cut them with the scissors"
"You wouldn't dare" Sherlock replied taking a sip of his coffee.
"I will" said Molly angrily, pointing her index finger at him. "Eat something! See you guys!" With that she retired, he could hear how she said goodbye to Mrs. Hudson. John took a sip of his tea, it was delicious.
Sherlock looked at John and became exasperated. "Just ask, let's go"
"You get along really well with that girl, I mean, I thought you don't like to socialize with people, did she work here for a long time ago?"
"For three years, what do you want to know, John?"
"Not at all, I mean, she is very accustomed to this place, she moves very freely"
Sherlock looked thoughtful. "Has a special personality, let's say irritable at times"
John smiled. "You know her a long time ago?"
There are footsteps on the stairs. Greg Lestrade enters the flat to discuss the fourth suicide he was working on in his case. Sherlock invited John to take part in this case which he immediately accepted.
After going back and forth, both stopped at a restaurant called "Angelo's", which was about ten blocks from Baker. His owner approaches Sherlock.
"Hey Sherlock, how have you been, how are you treating my girl?"
"As usual" Sherlock said, looking out the window.
John saw Molly riding her bike on the sidewalk across the street. She looked at their side and waved her hand and went into the building.
John looked at Sherlock.
"Molly lives there, she is Angelo's friend"
"She's like a daughter to me" He said seriously to John.
"Ohh okay that's good" John tried to connect all the loose ends as he got information from Molly. A strange girl, very kind and unobtrusive when it comes to challenging Sherlock.
"Unbelievable" John thought, and watched as Sherlock saw Molly enter the building. He doesn't take his eyes until she comes in and then continue with his task.
Both retired from Angelo's after a clue. Following these clues Sherlock confronted with the cause of these suicides and their way of operating. John saw the danger to which Sherlock was exposed and decided to end the murderer's life. After the police arrived, Sherlock was on his cell phone with messages.
Both returned to Baker, when Molly was lying in the armchair that was on the side of the wall, covered with a blanket and sleeping soundly.
"Molly wake up!" Shouted Sherlock.
John watched the detective's lack of consideration and at the same time surprised to see Molly sleeping. She woke up quickly.
"I told you I do not like you sleeping there"
"Mmmm" she snarling "I'll make you dinner boys," she said, stretching.
John looked at Sherlock. "Does she cook when the case ends?"
"Affrimative John"
"It's 2 am!"
"I know, I'm hungry," said Sherlock entering his bedroom.
John sat down in his chair and Molly came to sit in Sherlock's.
"How have you been John?"
"Excuse me, but are you and Sherlock dating?"
Molly looked disgusted.
"In his dreams, God help me, I am only his housekeeper, his friend" She said smiling, although her voice sounded sad.
"How did you two meet?"
"It's a long story," She smiled sadly. "I knew him when I came to do the color and hairstyle to Mrs. Hudson, I'm a hairdresser, I met Mrs. Hudson first and then him, that was three years ago I think" She said putting her index finger on her chin. "I owe him a lot" She said seriously.
"Molly! Towel! " It hear Sherlock screaming from the bathroom.
"It's right under the sink! Don't make me go Sherlock! " Cried Molly.
John smiled. "Sometimes it's a child, sometimes it's going to get your patience out of the way, but believe me, it's a great person"
The days passed and Molly went to Baker almost every day, Sherlock was really careless in the cleanliness of his house. John watched as body parts were enclosed in jars and even in the refrigerator. Molly was accustomed.
She really had Baker under a demanding cleaning. She always argued Sherlock for his carelessness and his shirts. They also argued like dog and cat. Molly was used to listening to music while cleaning, that did not seem to care much to Sherlock.
"Mind palace" Molly told John.
The times and days when Molly was in Baker was always unpredictable, appeared in the morning, afternoon or evening. Towards some wonderful breakfasts, really exquisite. Sometimes they were going to investigate cases and she stayed most of the day there. John saw many times as she was napping there. It was not something that bothered him since he was almost always in his bedroom, which was always neat and clean as well.
Molly was a good girl, although she seemed to contain several secrets Sherlock surely knows. She was not an ordinary person, of that he was certain, Sherlock was very closed but he would not leave his house in her hands unless he really trusted her.
Time kept ticking and John started hanging out with a colleague of his work named Sarah. Sherlock reveled when they were having breakfast and Molly was there.
"Oh how cute! Tell me Johnny! "Molly looked at him with bright eyes, Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"What happened to 'love sucks' Molly?" Asked Sherlock reading his newspaper. John looked at her in surprise.
"I like to hear love stories, I'm not a robot,Sherly" she said angrily.
John also realized that she called him "Sherly" almost always, even though she called him by his full name in discussions. He did not seem to care much about that nickname.
"Do you have a boyfriend Molly?" John asked.
"Poor man" said Sherlock
"Hey!" Molly said, tapping him softly on the shoulder. "No, I don't, I'm fine like this. Love sucks"she laughed.
John smiled as Sherlock stepped in to relax his face to hear her answer.
"Here the lord 'married to his work' thinks the same" said Molly imitating his voice.
"I think it's unnecessary and that's a disadvantage"
"It's my blue prince!" Said Molly sarcastically hugging him on his side.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. Steps are heard and the door opens, it was Mycroft Holmes.
"Good Morning"
"Mmm" Greeting Sherlock
"Good morning" said John
"Mickey Good morning! Come, take a seat. Do you want tea? "John was impressed by his nickname and as this did not seem to matter. But then he realized that Molly liked to use nicknames.
"Thank you Molly, I came to talk to you about a case" he said, looking at Sherlock.
A banker was found dead. When they finished talking, the men got up to leave. The case was really important and as always Molly was waiting to prepare dinner at the end.
John and Sherlock argued. John went to Sarah's house to spend the night. Molly went at noon to clean as usual. Sherlock was in a bad mood, she already knew how to handle it. She climbed onto a stool to clean the windows.
"Tea, Molly"
"Wait, I'm cleaning the windows, put the kettle, you're just lying there!"
"bored"
"Do you know it's boring? Clean windows"
"It's your job and I pay you for it"
"I know! But it's boring at last, let's get you to put the kettle, please do it, I also want tea "
Sherlock growled and got up from the long chair. Molly was behind him when he felt her shaking.
"Sherlock!" She screams in alarm. At the second Baker's windows exploded, Sherlock was ejected by the blast almost to the kitchen, rose quickly as he could.
"Oh no no! Molly!"