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"I'm sure Lestrade will come for us, he must wonder where we are, right?" Molly reasoned, while the Consulting Detective explored the small room they were in.

"Maybe, if he's not too busy questioning the guy who locked us in here..."

"Oh maybe, he'll tell Lestrade that we're still here..."

"Yes Molly, the murderer will tell the Police that he locked the only person who can prove that he did it in his basement, where he also likes to keep his victims."

"Victim," Molly corrected him.

"I was referring to the future..."

*10 hours earlier*

"Molly, just who I was looking for," Sherlock said as he stepped into the morgue where the young pathologist was in the middle of an autopsy.

"I'm a little busy right now, Sherlock."

"I don't care about now, I need you tonight, at seven, as my date," he explained, causing Molly to almost drop her instruments.

"What?" She looked at him with big eyes, for a moment forgetting about the dead body in front of her.

"Last week the assistant, and mistress, of a prominent mystery novelist went missing. I have reason to believe that he is hiding her, or her body, at his estate. Tonight he is hosting a party there, to celebrate his new book, and you are my ticket in."

"What? Can't Lestrade get a warrant if you're so sure that he did it?"

"There isn't any evidence, but I know that I'm right. I can't attend the event alone it'll draw too much attention, so I'm bringing my girlfriend who happens to be a huge fan. It's the perfect cover."

"Girlfriend?"

"You."

"Right, so you want me to play your girlfriend at a party at a murderers house?"

"Didn't I just say that?" Sherlock replied with a questioning look.

"Just checking."

"Good, I'll pick you up tonight, do wear the dress I left at your desk. Oh and she was drugged," he added pointing out a small puncture mark on the body on the operation table between them.

"How, do you..." Molly said, taking a closer look, "you barely even..." But as she looked up again the detective was already gone, the swinging door the only evidence of his visit...

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"Molly, please stop pulling at your dress, it is making you look like you don't want to be here," to stop her from fidgeting with the hemline of the midnight blue dress, that he had picked out for her, Sherlock put his arm around her waist. The man himself was wearing his usual suit, and a shirt that matched her dress, making them look like the perfect couple.

"Sorry, it's just a little shorter than what I'm used to," Molly explained, the sudden proximity increasing her heartbeat even more. The party, the people – she had spotted more than one celebrity so far – and Sherlock pretending to be her date, it was all bit overwhelming. The mansion was situated on top of a large hill, making the old estate look even more prominent, for the sake of the party the driveway had been decorated like a an old graveyard, while the inside of the house was kept in black and red, the waiters wearing white masks giving the affair a rather eerie appeal.

"You're about to meet your favourite author, act excited," he whispered, giving her a little push as they made their way through the crowd.

"You haven't even told me who it is..." Molly complained.

"I just did," Sherlock replied, as they came to a stop behind a tall man, with silver streaks in his auburn hair.

"Mr. Drake," Sherlock greeted him, and Molly's grew large at the realization at whose party they were. Edgar Drake, author of the bestselling Philip Spade Mystery series, and Molly´s favourite author.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes" Drake turned around, "what a pleasant surprise, I´m glad you accepted my invitation despite our recent history. And you brought a date," he said smiling at Molly.

"I'm Molly Hooper, I'm a huge fan it's an honour to meet you," Molly introduced herself.

"And yet you came with the man who is trying to put me behind bars," Drake replied with a confident smile.

"You do not have to worry about that tonight, I am here as an admirer of your work," Sherlock explained, tightening his grip on Molly a little.

"A fan who hasn't read a single one of my books, interesting..."

"I never said anything about your books."

"Well then, Mr. Holmes, enjoy the party, and l hope you'll stay for the big reveal at midnight."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Sherlock replied.

"Miss Hooper," Drake took Molly's hand and brought it up to his lips, grazing it with a gentle kiss, before he disappeared in the crowd.

"Wow that was Edgar Drake, Edgar Drake just kissed my hand..." Molly said, still gazing into the direction Drake had disappeared into, but then it suddenly hit her.

"Wait, but if this is his party, then he's... But he's my favourite author! He can't go to prison!"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure it'll give his stories a nice new perspective."

Sherlock and Molly spent the next hour mingling with the guests, always watching Drake, and waiting for an opportunity...

That opportunity presented itself when a group of rather enthusiastic female fans took possession of the author.

"I don't think we're supposed to be here..." Molly whispered, following Sherlock through the dark hallway that lead to Drake's bedroom.

"And that, Molly, is exactly why we are here ..." Sherlock said, stopping in front of the large door at the end of the hall.

"What are we even looking for?" Molly asked nervously, wondering why she had agreed to this in the first place...

"We'll know, when we find it..." with that he opened the door, and the first thing he saw was one of Drake's books lying on the bed.

"The Final Bluff " Sherlock read the title, and skimmed the first pages...

"This must be the new one! They didn't even release the title yet, it's top secret! This is..."

"Genius..." Sherlock interrupted her and put book the book back down, his eyes wandering to the door.

"See I told you he..." Molly started but was suddenly cut off by Sherlock, whose hand was now covering her mouth.

"Footsteps..." he whispered, quickly scanning the room for hiding places, and realizing that their cover would be blown within the next 30 seconds...unless...

"Bed, now!" Sherlock ordered, quickly untucking his shirt and undoing the top buttons.

"What?" She wasn't sure if she had heard right. No in fact she was certain that she hadn't, but Sherlock's actions didn't quite fit her perception of the situation because the next thing she felt were his hands on her arms pulling her towards him, a determined look on his face as his lips took hers in a fierce kiss.

Molly's eyes fluttered shut in surprise, too shocked to comprehend what was going on, never mind responding to it, she simply let it happen and within a few seconds she found herself lying on the bed, the Consulting Detective draped over her kissing her for all he was worth...

Don't you love a good cliffhanger or two? *Insert mischievous laughter here*

It's a tradition of mine to write a scary yet fluff-ish mini-fic for Halloween every year, so I will try my best to actually finish it by Halloween (so far that worked every year), and after that I will continue my Sherlolly adventure one-shots will continue. And as you may have noticed I'm also a little bit of an Mystery Nerd, so if some of the names in this one sound familiar to you then come and claim your gold star in my imaginary detective agency, I'll be the one wearing the trench coat.

Also, I have this Blog, that is really awesome if you enjoy fashion, fun DIYs, or cool movie and book suggestions (I post those every wednesday), and I'd love to welcome a couple of you over there: novachecknerd DOT blogspot DOT com

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