Post Series Three, One Shot
Sherlock Holmes was rummaging through his desk frantically. There were papers strewn about, pens, Bunsen burners, nicotine patches & cigarettes about the place. Finally, he stood erect, & ran his fingers through his hair. Not here.
He went & yelled down the stairway to Mrs. Hudson: "Mrs. Hudson! Have you seen my music sheets?"
"What? What are you screaming about?" She called out from below.
He went back inside, muttering. "If she chooses to tidy up, she damn well better find more appropriate places for things that AREN'T HER'S," he finished with a bellow.
He kicked at the mess on the floor.
"Well, what's going on?" John Watson entered, having received a frantic text from his friend.
"I'm looking for something & I can't find it."
"Clearly. What are you looking for, exactly?"
"My music sheets," & he began to pick up the mess.
"Ah...composing are we?" John knew his friend well enough to know that when he began to compose, it usually meant something was troubling him deeply.
"No. I'm trying to find that piece I composed for your wedding, which is why I texted you. Have you still got it?"
John stood there a moment. "I believe so...yeah. I'd need to look."
"Well, if you'd be so kind, I'd appreciate it. I need it before Friday..."
"Why?"
"Because I do, John. Don't ask me questions," Sherlock finished in a huff, sending his best friend in an equal huff out the door.
"Ridiculous that I need to answer questions," he was now muttering to himself.
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Molly Hooper didn't particularly enjoy Valentine's Day. Even as a child, she thought it was rather silly. It was of particular significance this year, since she was so recently broken up with her fiancée. She had imagined her & Tom going to dinner someplace dimly lit, with soft music playing, perhaps having a dance. None of this came to fruition. She was alone. She would be working. She was ok with all of this, but still, it would've been nice to have had an actual date on the actual day of dates in the entire calendar year.
Apparently, people didn't die much on Valentine's Day. Molly was scribbling on a piece of paper...Valentine's Day. VD. Hmm. Curious. She giggled to herself.
There was a sound coming from the lab. Someone was out there, though Molly didn't really pay much mind to it.
She was nearly done her shift...not a single call in; it was 1:30, her shift over in half an hour, & her paper work was complete. It wasn't VD anymore, & she laughed aloud. Good.
She thought she should get up from her station & stretch. She had been in the same attitude for nearly three hours.
Out into the lab she went, & her breathing stopped. As soon as she entered, violin music played out. At the station where Sherlock usually performed his experiments was a tablecloth, two candles, two wine glasses with red wine poured out, & a single white rose. Sherlock was playing his violin - that same exact tune he had played at John & Mary's wedding.
He finished & set down the instrument.
"Sherlock, what are you doing here?"
"I rather think it's obvious, don't you?"
"Er..." under normal circumstances, Molly would've said yes...however, these weren't normal circumstances.
He sighed. "I left the wedding without a dance."
"Yes..."
He rolled his eyes a bit. "Would you do me the honour of dancing the next with me...Dr. Hooper?"
She approached, & as she did, he tossed the white rose to her, much the way he had to that bridesmaid... He turned, & pushed "play" on his iPod that was hooked up to some speakers, & the tune reemerged.
"You want to...dance? With me?"
"If you have no objection."
"No," & she laughed.
He took her hand, & they began to move slowly about the lab.