Hey! So I am basing this off of Pretty Woman. There are big differences though. The major one being Molly is not a prostitute. She is an escort of the 'Keep you company 'type. I will obviously be making connections from the movie to this as well. Just nothing to do with prostitution. I hope you guys enjoy it and would love to hear what you think!

Sherlock Holmes was seated inside his brother Mycroft's way too big (in his opinion) office. Tapping his foot in aggravation, at being summoned and whisked right away to be sat down looking at an empty desk for half an hour. Of course that is Mycroft's way, dramatic. Sherlock rolled his eyes at the thought. Luckily for him his brother strolled in very chipper.

"What's gotten you so … happy?" Sherlock asked as his brother took a seat at his chair.

"I got what I wanted"

"You always get what you want. What is it Mycroft, I do have cases you know."

"Mhm. Yes, cases. Wouldn't want to disturb those. Sherlock I have asked you here-"

"Asked?! You got two men to drag me from my flat and into a car. I wouldn't call that asking, kidnapping more likely."

Mycroft rolled his eyes and ignored his younger brother. "Because Athena and I are to be married."

Sherlock laughed. "You married? I thought the world was too full of goldfish."

"Athena is many things, a goldfish she is not."

"So your to be married to your assistant?" Sherlock scoffed.

"Yes. There is nothing wrong with that. We have worked together for years. Spending time in each other's company hours upon hours, surely something was bound to happen."

"Obviously it did. I don't see why you had to drag me all the way here to tell me this … joyous news."

"Sherlock, we are getting married in two weeks time. At our childhood home, mummy's request of course. Athena wants a country side wedding. It will be very small, family and very close friends only."

"And I suppose you want me there?"

"I was hoping. Along with being my … best man." Mycroft and Sherlock both looked very uncomfortable. They always did when any form of sentiment or family moments arose. Several minutes had passed before Sherlock moved. He got up from his chair and lifted his coat from the back.

"I don't think I can make it. Please give Athena my regards." Only making it to the door.

"Please Sherlock. I would really … love it if you could make it."

Turning around facing his brother. Mycroft never pleaded, for anything. "Does it mean that much to you?"

"Yes. You can bring anyone you wish. John, Mary, and Elizabeth naturally all three are a package deal. Mrs. Hudson, DI Lestrade. Just no homeless network."

Sherlock thought for a moment. His brother, although he can't stand him, has helped him out a lot. The least he could do was endure a wedding. After all what is family for. "Okay, I will be at your wedding."

Mycroft smiled. "Excellent! The best man as well?"

Rolling his eyes. "The best man as well."

"Athena will be delighted." Sherlock doubted very much this had anything to do with her. "Now there is one thing I do need you to do."

"Of course, how did I not see this coming?"

"Athena has no friends or family. Therefore she is left without a maid of honor or a bridesmaid."

"We could just get Mary to do it."

"We could, but I think it would be nice if you brought a date and pretended that you've known her a while."

"Why lie?"

Mycrot yanked on his collar. "I may have told Athena you had a girlfriend you are seeing, that would just love to be her maid of honor. She doesn't want just anyone you know. And think of mummy, she would be upset that you brought a one time thing to a wedding. Especially mine."

Mycroft had a point, still. "Sentiment has made you weak, Mycroft."

"Bite me. Will you just do this?"

"Fine." Sherlock rose an eyebrow and looked off to the side, crossing his arms.

"Take this week to get familiar with her, so when we all go down to the house it won't seem suspicious."

"Bit pretentious isn't it? I haven't even found one yet."

"Nonsense. I Have already found you one." Mycroft opened a drawer and pulled out a file, slamming it down on the desk. Sherlock strolled over and picked it up. "Her name is Molly Hooper. She's an escort of sorts."

"A prostitute, you want me to pretend I am in a relationship with a Prostitute!"

"Oh, She is very far from a prostitute."

This morning.

Mycroft seated in his chair, elbows perched on his desk and chin resting on top of his clasped hands. Molly Hooper entered his office. She looked nervous. One look at the woman and he could tell she was going to be a LOT of work. She had a bright woolen jumper that was two sizes too big, baggy pants and hair pulled into a simple ponytail, carrying an oversized bag on her shoulder. She sat down, hands in her lap and looked at him.

"Hello."

"Your Molly Hooper correct?"

"Yes." She bit at her lower lip. Bad habit. She's had for ages.

"I am in need of your … services."

She straightened up a bit, licking her gnawed on lip. "Of course. Although I do need to make it very clear that I do not perform any sexual acts. I am merely an escort for company, not pleasure."

She slitted her eyes at him.

"I should think not. A lady as yourself wouldn't mix with that sort of thing, now would she."

"No need for flattery Mr. Holmes. Just time and date. With cash advance." Hmm. Miss. Hooper was quite the woman. She is not at all what she appears to be.

"Very well. My brother needs a girlfriend-"

Molly scoffed. "I don't play house."

"I will make it worth your while."

"It's going to cost you."

"Name your price."

"How long would I have to play this part?"

"Two weeks."

Molly scrunched her face up, thinking of a good figure. "Seven thousand pounds."

"Four"

"Five"

"Deal"

Feeling satisfied with herself she sunk back in her chair. "Now where is this brother of yours?"

"You'll meet him later. We need to get some things sorted."

"Bring it on." Shifting her body and crossing her arms, she challenged him. Oh, she was definitely not what she seems.

"The two weeks will be split in half. First week you'll be staying with my brother, in his flat. Get to know him, so you can be convincing when the time comes. Second week you and him will attend my wedding at our parents home. Of course you will be sharing a room, not to worry, I'm sure he will sleep on the floor. There you are to flourish as his girlfriend and my lovely bride to be's maid of honor. As these two weeks go by all of your time will be used to make sure people will believe you."

"What about my job?" Another shocking announcement.

"Job?"

"Yeah, I'm a pathologist. It's my day job. I can't just up and leave for two weeks. A girl's gotta pay her bills."

"I can make them give you time off."

"You can't assure that."

"Actually I can." Grinning, he placed his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair.

"Okay. Then where does he live?"

"Not to worry. I will send a car to your home later this evening. It will take you to his place. You better tag along and get everything ready."

"My money."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." Pulling out a big thick envelope, he slid it across his large desk. Molly snatched it up and checked inside. Pulling a crisp bill out and inspecting it. She's no dummy, that's for sure.

"I think we're done here, unless you want me to do anything else."

"No Miss Hooper, that will be all. Until next time."

She stuffed the money in her bag, pulling it on her shoulder. She nodded once and left without another word.

"When will she be arriving?"

"Around seven. Two hours."

Sherlock shrugged his coat on and slipped the file inside his jacket. "Better get home then. Wouldn't want to miss my house guest's arrival." When he opened the door he was shocked to find Athena frozen with her hand in front of her, as if she was going to open the door. Sherlock looked to his brother who gulped, fixing his collar again.

"Athena! Darling, Sherlock was just leaving."

"Yes I was. Congratulations." Nodding he zipped past her and got out as fast as he could. After all, he had a house guest to entertain.