Molly, is that you?
Chapter 1
Hey Guys! So I decided it was a good idea (not really) to start writing a second fanfiction, even though I haven't finished the first one. But don't worry I am still writing the first one and both should be updated at least once a week.
The Day Of The Reichenbach Fall
Molly Hooper was a smart woman, stuck between the side of the devil and that of the angels.
"You were wrong you know. You do count, you've always counted and I have always trusted you" the words flowed out of his mouth as she stood there speechless, of course this had been planned. Moriarty had told her, when Sherlock had no one else to turn to he would seek her help. So for that exact moment in time for him to ask her to help him fake his death, she wasn't surprised.
Wow faking two deaths in one day. How annoying she thought to herself as she grimaced the thought of the two men she loved dead. One shot in the head, laying on St Barts' roof and the other sprawled across the pavement outside one of the doors of the hospital.
Sherlock and Molly spent the next half an hour planning out what would happen, just like she had with Jim the night before. Taking a pint of Sherlock's blood, the same as yesterday with Jim and making up a drug to make Sherlock's pulse undetectable. Quickly enough everything was set out and packed away just in the time, when the lab doors opened to see John walk in.
A phone rang, John's. As he talked on the phone his facial expression changed to one of worry, he quickly hung up and turned to face Sherlock. "Mrs Hudson's been shot!" He said panicking, obviously waiting for Sherlock to say something. "Sherlock she's dying!" John said, still no answer. John rushed out of the doors again. Molly couldn't help but admire the short ex-army doctor, who always put others before himself. She used to be like that caring, Molly thought to herself, before she met Jim Moriarty.
Before she knew it Sherlock had sent a text to Moriarty and was walking out of the lab doors. Her and Jim's plans were in place and so were hers and Sherlock's, which she had already planned out with Jim and Sebastian. Her phone rang, picking it up to her ear to hear her fiancé's voice echoing through her head. "Me and Sherlock are about to start everything. Moran is on hand and you know what to do with Sherlock. After he wakes up, take him back to yours, once he falls asleep and if he doesn't, drug him. Once he is asleep change into the dress I have left in your wardrobe and text Sebastian. He will wait outside your apartment in one of the cars and pick you up."
"Ok yes I've got it." Molly replied.
"Love you darling" Jim said before hanging up and the phone went dead.
Moriarty and Sherlock stood on the roof of St Barts, the wind whipping against their clothes and moving them in the wind, whilst staying alive played in the background. After a while of talking, Moriarty "shot" himself. Bursting the blood bag Molly had sorted out the day before with him and collapsed on the floor, playing dead. Sherlock turned around outraged that Moriarty had killed himself before he could call off the snipers aimed at John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade. Picking up his phone he dialled John's mobile number, talking to him whilst letting a tear of two roll down his pale face before throwing his phone behind him letting it clatter on the floor upon impact, causing the it to smash. In one swift movement of his dark blue coat, he jumped off the building and landed in the laundry truck parked on the side of the road nearest the building, the soft cotton pillows and sheets preventing the impact of the fall from being too bad. Once he had landed, Sherlock quickly hopped off of the laundry bags to lay on the pavement. The last thing Sherlock remembered was Molly rushing over to him blood bag and needle in hand before pouring the blood over his head and inserting the needle into his arm.
Molly quickly scuttled back round the corner of the building to where she was previously watching the scene play out. The trick had worked with the cyclist, who had successfully knocked John to the ground and cycled off. She noticed John stumble as he got up from his position on the street and run over to the "dead" Sherlock, pushing through the crowd, checking his pulse and watching Sherlock being brought inside on a gurney they had just hoisted him onto.
Molly received the phone call almost immediately. "Molly! You will never believe this, Sherlock Holmes is dead. Just jumped off of the roof, they're bringing him down as we speak." She heard her colleage say as the phone disengaged.
She moved over to the morgue doors to receive her next "patient", who moments later was rolled into her morgue by several paramedics. Signing the forms, the paramedics gave her an acknowledging nod before they left her and the new "corpse" alone in the cold, large morgue in the depths of the hospital.
Collecting the spare clothes in the corner of the room, she had left there earlier, Molly walked over to the table where Sherlock's bloody body laid and opened the body bad. Whilst waiting for Sherlock to wake up she sorted out the rest of the paper work her letter of resignation. She put her engagement ring back on for a while seeing as Sherlock was still unconscious and no one else was in the morgue. Hearing a groan, she slipped the ring off and walked over to the now conscious Sherlock. She passed him the clothes and turned around so he could put them on.
"We should leave now" Sherlock said as he walked over to Molly. "Yes ok. Just let me get my things" Molly replied. She picked up all her things and both Molly and Sherlock in disguise, left through the back door to the hospital, hailing a taxi as they walked towards the road.
They both exited the taxi and walked towards Molly's flat. Placing the key in the lock, she turned it to reveal the interior in her medium sized flat. "Make yourself at home" She told Sherlock as he walked in behind her. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, making his hands into a steeple position position and resting them under his chin as he lay upon the whole length of the sofa.
"Right well I'm going to go get in the shower and changed out of my work clothes. Then I'll make some dinner, which should be ready by 6:30pm" Molly said as she made her way to her bedroom.
"Yes ok" Came Sherlock's response as he waved a hand at her.
Molly made her way out of her bedroom, now fully dressed in casual clothes and walked over to the kitchen. Sherlock was now sitting upright as he yelled at the TV, which was now playing Jeremy Kyle. "Keep it down will you" Molly said to Sherlock as his yelling got louder. "Fine yes"
Sherlock got up from his spot on the sofa and walked into the kitchen, taking in the beautiful aroma around him. Molly stood by the stove, serving the contents of the frying pan into the two bowls. "Sherlock foods ready" She called before turning around to be face to face with the world's only consulting detective. "Smells lovely" he said. "Is that a compliment, Sherlock?" Molly replied. "I suppose so although it was also a statement" "That's as modest as you get isn't it?" "Yes" He replied before grabbing a bowl of the spaghetti Bolognese and sitting down at the dining table. Molly grabbed her bowl and joined him.
Both Molly and Sherlock sat in comfortable silence while eating, occasionally making small talk. Molly was the first to stand grabbing the bowls she walked over to the sink and started to wash up. "Do you want a coffee?" She asked him. "Yes" He replied as he walked back into the living room.
Molly got two mugs out of the cupboard and filled them up with coffee before pulling out the tablet capsule and emptying the contents into Sherlock's coffee. Stirring it in and making sure it had dissolved, Molly picked up the mugs of coffee and walked into the living room. She walked through the door and handed Sherlock his coffee, making sure she gave him the right one. Wouldn't want that happening, she thought to herself. Before walking over to her armchair to watch TV with Sherlock, whilst sipping her hot coffee.
Ten minutes later, Molly looked up from her book after hearing a loud thud on the carpet. Sherlock was slumped across the floor along with his coffee mug. "Good it worked" Molly said to herself. She walked into her bedroom and pulled out the dress Jim had put in her wardrobe and started to put it on. Walking out of her bedroom she put her ring back on the picked up a notepad, pen and the flat key. Placing all three objects on the table, Molly began to write a letter before sending a text to Sebastian.
I'm ready, come and get me when you're ready. I've drugged Sherlock . – MH
Sebastian Moran parked the black Bentley with tinted windows outside Molly's flat. Picking up his phone he sent a text.
Outside now, black Bentley. – SM
Two minutes later Molly opened the front passenger door to the car and got in. Sebastian and Molly shared a quick conversation before the car drove off in the darkness of the night.
Sherlock woke up to find himself laying on the floor to Molly's flat. Getting up, memories started to reappear in his head. Drinking the coffee, starting to feel limp, falling to the floor then seeing and hearing Molly kneel next to him and whisper in his ear "I'm so sorry Sherlock, maybe we will meet again in the future" Before he fell asleep. Standing up and walking towards the kitchen he noticed a letter and a key on the dining table. Sherlock picked up the letter and key and started to read the letter.
Sherlock,
My time spent with you and the others has been absolutely amazing. Even when you said hurtful things you were still there for everyone in your own special way. I hope you succeed in taking down Moriarty's network, so you can return to the people closest to you. I feel it necessary to say sorry for drugging you but I didn't want you to follow me or see me go. Feel free to stay here as often as you want with the key I have left you but let it be known that I will not return, at least not anytime soon and I should be completely undetectable. I hope we meet again in a few years of decades, but until then goodbye Sherlock Holmes.
Molly x
I hope you have enjoyed reading this so far. Please feel free to write comments. Every chapter of this fanfiction is going to be set 2 days after reichenbach, 1 year after and so on until I get to the main bit in the last few chapters. So it's sort of leading up to what happens in the last few chapters.
Lucy x