Sherlock came into Mycroft's office without knocking as usual.
"What can I do for you, brother mine?" Mycroft asked.
"I have a request."
"I'm listening."
"When you die, which will probably be soon, can I have your organs?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"They could prove helpful in experiments, and I won't have to ask Molly for anything for at least a month." Sherlock explained.
"How is Doctor Hooper?" Mycroft asked.
"Fine. She's well." Sherlock replied.
"Is she currently in a relationship?"
"Not since Tom." Sherlock said.
"Oh, okay."
Sherlock smiled. "Now, about your organs."
John looked at the text Sherlock sent him.
Definite attraction on my end-SH
Mary and I are going in-JW
"Molly, you have some visitors." Mary said.
Molly looked up from her microscope to greet them. "Hi, John, Mary. Where's Sherlock? He's got some cultures in the back room."
"He's gone to talk to Mycroft about something." John replied.
Molly's face lit up a tiny bit at the mention of the elder Holmes' name. "Really? I hope he is doing well."
"He is. Anthea updates Sherlock whether he wants it or not." Mary said.
"Oh. Are he and Anthea?"
"No. Strictly professional between them." John said.
"Mycroft is alone. Completely and utterly alone. We doubt he is ever going to find love." Mary said. John elbowed her. "But he could. I mean, we are hoping he'll find the right girl."
"Really?" Molly said.
"What about you? Has anyone caught your eye?" John asked.
"No. Like, Mycroft, I'm alone. Tom was the last guy I was with."
John and Mary left later and Mary texted Sherlock.
She is very much interested-MW
Perfect. Mycroft won't give me his organs.-SH
I'm not even going to ask-MW
Best not to-SH
Phase two of the plan was to get the two of them together. Sherlock called John, Mary, and Anthea to formulate the plan.
"Alright, the easy part is getting Molly to the chosen location. John, you got the table reserved. The hard part is getting Mycroft to the location." Sherlock said.
"I have an idea."
"Yes, Anthea?"
"Mycroft would have no excuse not to attend lunch with your mother, so you have her call him." Anthea said.
"She has a good point." John agreed.
"I think we have phone calls to make." Sherlock said.
Mary dialed Molly's number.
"Hello?"
"Molly, tomorrow is your day off, and John and I want to take you out for lunch."
"Aw that's so sweet. Yeah, I'll be there."
"Eleven-thirty. Look, I gotta go. See you tomorrow. Bye."
Sherlock finished his call with his mother and was assured Mycroft would be there.
Molly made her way to the restaurant the next day. She walked in and spoke to the waiter at the front.
"Reservation for Watson."
"We don't have a Watson."
Molly realized Sherlock probably paid for it like he was prone to do.
"Do you have a Holmes?"
"Right this way, madam."
Molly found she was the first one there and ordered a glass of wine.
Mycroft slowly walked into the restaurant. He was not looking forward to this lunch with his mother.
"Reservation for Holmes." He said.
"Ah, yes. The lady is already here."
'Oh good Lord, the woman is here already.' Mycroft thought. He followed the waiter to the table and saw Molly. Judging by the look on her face, she wasn't expecting this either.
"Mycroft? What a surprise."
"Same."
"Did the Watsons invite you as well?" Molly asked.
"The Watsons? No. I was told it was lunch with my mother."
"What was your reservation under?" Molly asked.
"Holmes. Perhaps you have the wrong reservation?"
"Nope. There was no Watson."
"We've been set up." Mycroft said.
"Oh. I can go." Molly said.
"No. Please stay. I would enjoy it very much."
"Okay. We might as well. Those four went through all this trouble."
The two shyly ate lunch while the group of four ate at a table in the back.
"Mission accomplished." Sherlock said.