Hi, this is my little contribution to our fandom. Enjoy.
Rated M for reasons.
It had been a horrible day at the morgue for Molly. Not that any day was particularly pleasant, considering she performed autopsies. But they were normally strangers. Today, it was her aunt. Brain tumor. Late stages. There was nothing that the doctors could have done.
She hung up her lab coat in her locker and grabbed her handbag, unintentionally slamming the door shut. Sighing, she leaned her head on the locker door. She planned on going straight home and opening a cheap bottle of wine to finish the day.
Upon reaching the pavement outside Bart's, she hailed a cab and got in.
"Alright, love?" asked the driver in a strong Cockney accent.
"Not really," Molly mumbled back.
"Bad day at the office?" asked the driver, oblivious.
"Something like that," Molly replied, staring out of the window.
The next five minutes went by without a word. Molly was nearly falling asleep she was so exhausted. Whilst she was staring out the window, she noticed a woman walking down the street. A woman she recognised. The Woman. Irene Adler.
"Stop! Stop I need to get out," cried Molly. She threw a tenner at the cab driver and got out as soon as he stopped. They had driven a bit past where Irene had been. She ran towards where she saw her, looking around wildly, not looking where she was going, which led to some handbags, and people, being knocked over.
She finally glimpsed her, walking briskly in a long black coat. she pushed a few more people out of the way to reach her. Once she caught up to her she stopped her. Irene, seeing who it was, immediately pulled her into an alley off the street.
"Irene," Molly clamoured. "What are you - you were exiled, supposed to be execut-"
"Keep your voice down!" Irene whispered, putting a hand over Molly's mouth. "Long story short: Sherlock saved me."
"What are you doing here? What if you get caught? You're supposed to be dead!" Molly tried to whisper.
"The British Government is looking after me," said Irene with a smirk.
"Mycroft," Molly breathed. "Of course."
"Do you happen to know anywhere I can stay?" asked Irene. "My house in Belgravia has been seized and is being searched by Scotland Yard, not that they'll get very far with their IQ. That Lestrade's not bad looking though."
"You can stay at mine!" Molly beamed, happy to help. "It's just around the corner, we can walk from here."
"Great! Lead the way then, Miss Hooper," said Irene.
There was something in her voice that gave Molly goosebumps. Something to do with the husky tone in which she said it. Without another word, Molly took Irene to her flat.
Thanks for getting this far. Hope you're enjoying it. Sorry about the short chapter, this is just to set up the story. Next chapter will be longer and have some fluff, I promise! Please rate and review lovelies!