Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you see in this work of fiction. They belong to the BBC and ACD. But really, I can't believe that anyone would think I was claiming them…
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"I am going to get in so much trouble for this." Molly thought. She was pacing back and forth in the upper levels of St. Barts. Normally, Molly was not one who paced. To be frank, she didn't have the time to pace. Her job as a pathologist kept her very busy. And when she did have a blessed moment of freedom, she was likely to spend it sitting down in her office with a cup of tea. NOT on her feet.
But, today she was filled with a bunch of nervous energy. I wonder why? She thought sarcastically.
She glanced down at her watch. It was approaching the time that Sherlock had given her before her part of the plan needed to be put into action. She walked away from the men who had the case that contained the replica of Sherlock's face and irises.
Molly walked down the corridor and made her way to the white room that faced the front of the building. Once in the room, she walked over to the window and checked the street down below. She saw the man poised on the bicycle and the others standing around. Molly knew that directly above her head by several floors, Sherlock would be standing on the ledge.
Even though she knew the plan, she couldn't help but feel a little skeptical. There were too many things that were relying on chance. Sherlock had planned it, which would mean that there were details that no one else on the planet would have accounted for. But he was not infallible. Even if one detail were off by a couple of seconds, the whole thing would fall apart.
So, it was up to her to keep her fingers crossed and pray that everything worked out.
Molly stands there in her silent litany as she waits for the inevitable to happen. It was easy to look at all of this in a critical manner and let herself regret the part that she has played in the whole debacle.
But Molly knows that if she was asked again, she would say yes.
Not because of her love for Sherlock.
Not because she wants to help others.
Not because she would like to bring about the end to Moriarty.
And while she is not so silly as to think that these reasons are not also a factor in her acceptance [Every single one of them would be enough to motivate her]. It is because of the look on Sherlock's face when he came as asked her for help.
That look said everything. All at once it was the acknowledgement of her friendship. It was Sherlock giving her credit for the scientific awards that he had previously scoffed at. It was Sherlock, honestly looking at Molly and not finding her lacking in some way.
Molly knew, in that moment, whatever sort of retribution she would face when her involvement came to light, it would be worth it. She was helping someone who had really needed her.
The way he had looked at her was different from all of the other times.
It would have made her giggle in any other circumstances -Hell, it would probably make her hug herself when she went home this evening—but it was different because she knew.
This look wasn't just some bribe to get her to help him. He'd done that enough times in the past that she knew that smug smirk. And as Molly stood in front of the window looking out, she knew that there was no reason for her to ever have to accept that fake gesture again.
She knew that Sherlock Holmes was her friend. And that he might even respect her.
Author's Note: There are going to be 3 more tiny chapters to go along with this one. The POV will be between Molly and Sherlock. I know that the next one will be Sherlock. The inspiration came from the song at the beginning of the Parent Trap movie from 1998. I heard it and knew that there were wonderful Sherlolly moments that needed to be heard. Please leave a review letting me know what you liked.
Best Wishes, Ally XOX