Hi. I own nought but a small sock. This is my first fan fic on the site. Not 100% sure how to do everything. Please excuse all mistakes. Please review. This is set after TRF (I'm just gonna pretend S3 never happened in this story). Sherlolly. There will be kidnap and much fluff later on, I promise.
Molly focused on her breathing. In. Out. She fought to keep looking straight ahead. Do not look right. Do not look right. She peeked. Damn.
This was all so bizarre. A week ago she'd been plodding through her usual routine and then BAM. She was helping the man she was deeply in love with fake his own death. Now she was on a plane with him flying to… Actually where were they going to? That was really something she should have asked him before she got on the plane. She made a mental note to ask him when he awoke. It had all been such an adrenaline rush that she hadn't ever really questioned it.
When he'd asked her for her help dismantling Moriarty's network Molly hadn't needed to think. No brainer. Yes. Yes, of course.
She was going to help him with the medical sign of things. The bodies. Figuring out how people had died. That was what he'd said. It'll be a lot different than working in a Morgue but the same job had to be done. But Molly wondered if secretly he hadn't wanted to do it alone. Anyway, they'd look less conspicuous together rather than a recently deceased man travelling on his own.
She peeked to her right again. She'd never seen him sleep before. He looked so vulnerable. So beautiful. No, no. If she was going to do this she had to keep thoughts like that from her mind.
Then the plane shuddered, as if it could see what terrible things would be inflicted on the pair in the months to come, and it landed on foreign soil.
Sherlock jolted awake and wordlessly stood up and began to take down their luggage from the overhead locker.
"Um… Sherlock… You never actually mentioned where we're going." Molly said, stretching and stumbling out of her seat.
"Amsterdam" And with that he swept out of the plane with Molly hurrying after, his silence unnerving her.
Molly could feel the excitement bubbling up. Amsterdam. It was one of those places she'd always wanted to go to.
"I suppose you want more information" Sherlocks deep voice interrupted her thoug hts.
"Well… Yes"
"The majority of Moriarty's network is in or close to Amsterdam. It is the city of freedom and in freedom most people find sin."
"Hang on.. Is that a Fault In Our Stars quote?"
"Maybe. I used the book to prove that a man murdered his cancer stricken daughter."
"No you didn't. Don't lie Sherlock, how on earth could you have used a novel for that? Did you cry at the end?"
A pause.
"A little." He hurried on " Anyway, as I was saying, we may have to stay here for some time. We'll pose as a newlywed couple. I shall do most of the work, you won't need to deal with the criminal network, but I shall still need your help."
"Of course."
"What?"
"Of course you need me."
She grinned up at him. She had been doing some growing recently (figuratively, she was still rather petite). Mousy Molly was gone. She had more confidence.
