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Chapter One:

Dear mental diary,

Today I have spent seven hours helping the labs residential Sociopath with his case which includes the faking of his death. As usual I agreed to everything due to my idiotic feeling for him which again he knows about and exploits them almost every day, but me being me I know he's doing it and just can't stop myself. One upside is that he survived the fall of the top of the Hospital roof, on the downside… I am now involved in an illegal act that could result in me losing my job and everything I have worked so god damn hard for because of the man who is sitting next to me at this very moment, traveling to MY flat where he is apparently going to be hiding for the NEXT MONTH while things are sorted out. Not that I, THE OWNER of said flat was told!

"Molly could you think a little more quietly please? That would be a great help thank you." He was typing on his phone and didn't even bother to look at her when he spoke. Molly looked at the girl opposite her. She had been informed that this woman was Mycroft's P.A. though Sherlock liked to refer to her as his brother's 'Goldfish' whatever that meant.

Anthea was about the same age as her, maybe a little older but not by much. She was dress in a smart black dress with the same coloured jacket and shoes to match. Her hair was straight with a slight curl and the ends. The skin was smooth and had an olive tone to it, her lips were parted a bit as her brown eyes flicked between Holmes and herself. Clearly Anthea and she were thinking the same thing. What a tosser.

"Miss Hooper, I'm right in thinking that you have agreed security terms with my employer?"

"With Mycroft? Oh yes…we …"

"All that has been sorted out yes. I am to stay at Molly's flat…"

"Which Molly didn't know about." Interjected the young Pathologist.

Sherlock gave her a look of not really understanding why it was such a big deal and why did she had to bring it up, before carrying on to say, "until all threats in the UK to do with Moriarty have been dealt with. After that I am to leave to track down the rest, which would mean agents monitoring both Miss Hooper and the rest of my friends while I am gone." Sherlock put his phone in his jacket pocket and looked towards Molly. "Don't worry you won't even know they are there, that is if their good at their job." He added giving a glance to Mycroft's P.A.

No worries then.

….

When the pair reached her flat Mycroft was there waiting for them. She couldn't take much more of this, Molly wondered if anyone had spared just a second to think about how all of this was effecting her. She just wanted to sleep, to put her feet on the coffee table with a glass of wine in one hand and toby sat on her lap. Oh here we go. Say bye bye to an early night Molly.

"Miss Hooper. I do apologise for this but could vacate the room for a moment while we discuss details." Mycroft wasn't asking he was ordering her politely. This is my fucking flat! Anthea seemed to be once again thinking the same thing. "Thank you."

….

"How do you put up with him? I mean Sherlock is bad, but he…"

"Is okay really." She set down her phone and closed the door. Looking at Molly she continued. "We if we can't hear them, they can't hear us." She winked. The girls would spend the next twenty minutes comparing the two brothers. Who was the less irritating when bored? Who would win a fight if it came to that? And how long each of the men could last doing the others job? It was the most exciting conversation, but it passed the time Molly was desperate to ask if her new 'friend' was in fact sleeping with Sherlock's brother. However by the time Molly had plucked up the courage to ask the door to her kitchen was opened by another stranger informing the two that meeting was over and she and Holmes the younger were to be left in peace.

Alone with Sherlock? Is that worse than been told what to do in your own flat by a bunch of strangers?

…..

"How are you know then?"

"Fine."

"Good." Molly had no idea what to do or say or where to sit. "Coffee?" Sherlock was sat on her sofa his head tilted up, not looking anywhere in particular and still in his coat and scarf.

"Don't feel like you have to talk to me Molly." Holmes stated closing his eyes a moment. "But yes coffee would be nice."

The kettle boiled, and the mugs filled up with a tasty brown hot liquid from what was just power, she put two sugars in each. Molly, as she passed, opened a cupboard and took something from it. Sherlock was listening to every noise she made and to calm himself tried to imagine what the scene looked like as it played out to the side of him.

"Irish or English?"

"Sorry what?" She didn't speak only shook a bolt of whisky as she put the coffee down in front of her with a smile. "Irish." That was his reply to her. And with that the tenseness of the moment had gone.

"It's a sofa bed so since you're the guest you can choose…"

"I've already taken your flat for my own without asking you. I am not going to kick you out of your own bed Molly."

"Good, I wouldn't let you have had it anyway."