I nearly jump when the doors to the lab swing open with a bang. I do not need to turn and look to know who it is. His presence fills the room and he is the only one who marches in like he owns the place. That is Sherlock for you; always has to make an entrance.
"Molly I need to see the bodies that came in yesterday. I am sure they were murdered by a forced overdose but unfortunately Gary will not believe me without evidence."
"First of all his name is Greg and secondly, I have already done a report stating the findings I made that suggested a forced overdose and turned it into the computer and sent it to the police station." I say as I finish cleaning up my workstation and filing my files from the day away in the filing cabinet.
"Well," Sherlock states with an underlying tone of anger. "Why did you not call me and tell me that. It would have saved me a lot of valuable time I could have spent trying to find someone who can go undercover with me to tonight's ball at mycroft's house. Please think next time Molly." Sherlock releases an angry puff of air then turns to leave.
"Why do you need someone to go to the ball with you?" I ask.
"Because I told my mom a few weeks ago before she went into surgery to remove her appendix that I was seeing someone." Sherlock says as she turns back around and stares at me like I should have known the answer to begin with. "I do not know why I did it, I am beginning to think that I lost my bloody mind for a moment, but I suppose I gave into a bit of sentiment and hoped to make her happy for a moment. Unfortunately, it will all be destroyed tonight if I can not find someone to go with me as my date, and it also destroyed the chance of me ever giving into sentiment again." He runs his fingers through his hair effectively ruffling it up and releases an angry sigh.
"If you apologize for your earlier attitude about me not calling you to let you know that I already sent the report I will go with you." I say in an offhand manner as I shrug out of my lab coat and gather up my purse. Sherlock follows beside me as I make my way out of the lab and through the hospital.
"Why would I do that?" Sherlock says with a baffled tone entering his voice. "And for another matter why would you do this?"
"You would apologize because it is the nice thing to do, and I would go with you because I have never been to a fancy ball." I say as I exit the hospital through the door Sherlock holds open for me. "Plus, I am kinda curious about what Mycroft's house might look like.
Sherlock flags down a cab and ushers me in before I can protest. He tells the cabby his address but when I go to tell him mine he ushers for me not to.
"I do need someone to make my mother happy. We will have to come up with some back story though considering all of our friends will be there also but if you allow me to answer most of those types of questions then it shouldn't be much of a problem." Sherlock seems to get lost in his mind for a bit, then his eyes refocus and he looks at me. "I am sorry about my behavior in the lab earlier, although it would have saved me time." Sherlock looks at the approaching 221B baker street building and his expression lights up a bit. "Good, the car is already here."
When we exit the cab I notice a black car with tinted windows sitting outside of 221B. A woman steps out of the back seat and stands next to the open door. She barely glances up from the phone she is using to text someone with.
"This is Athena. She will help you find a dress and get ready for the ball. I am sure you will get along splendidly. I will at your house to pick you up at eight o'clock sharp." Sherlock says while ushering me into the car. "Do not worry about the cost; Mycroft has more money than he needs. And Molly, please be ready when I arrive we really cannot afford to be late."
With that last comment the car door is shut and we are on our way to a large, very expensive clothing store. When we arrive I expect to be going in by myself but Athena gets out with me. We enter the store and head to the dress section. Athena finally puts her phone down and helps me pick out some dresses to try on. We talk as we look and I have to admit, Sherlock was right, Athena and I get along quite well.
Once we have a good amount of dresses to try on, we head to the dressing room. I try on the dresses and Athena gives me comments on each one. We eventually decide on a red dress that fits close to me at the top and spreads out a bit at the bottom. I am glad I am not paying for it because it is way out of my price range. We also head to the jewelry department and purchase some matching jewelry.
We head to a shoe store to purchase a pair of heels to match, then we go to a hairstylist. My hair is left down but some soft curls are added and some baby braids. My makeup is applied with a light hand and when It is finished I look better, but I can still recognize myself.
When we leave the hairstylist's place I am then dropped off at my apartment where I put on my dress, shoes, and jewelry. I have just finished moving all my vital stuff from my purse over to my new black clutch when there is a knock on my door. I take a deep breathe then head to open the door.