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Chapter 2: "I'm a grown up Woman"

A week went by. Toby was healthy again, everything was quiet and peaceful (because Sherlock almost lived in his mind palace, she didn't know what he could possible be doing in there, he didn't have any cases) until the Red Alert sounded from her phone.

"Again?" she said raising an eyebrow to her movil.

Sherlock was playing a sweet and nice song in his violin, she didn't noticed but he lowered the volume of his notes in order to listen her conversation.

"Honey is everything alright?" said her mother.

"Mam what's wrong with you? I think in this week you have called me more than in my whole life"

"I called you twice"

"As I said, more than in my whole life...You don't get it, do you? We've had this conversation before. I don't want to talk about it, and I don't want you to act like If you cared..Stop this"

"Oh dear, I didn't taught this"

"Certainly, you didn't taught me anything"

Sherlock couldn't believe this, his mousy, quiet and sweet pathologist replying to her mother that way, was unbelievable.

"Could you please tell me what's wrong and cut it off? Really, you're pissing me off with all this" Molly said far too stressed and tired.

"Those aren't good words for a lady"

"Lady? I'm not a Lady ma'am"

Sherlock tilted his head towards Molly, why was she calling her mother like that, who would have thought that his monotonous and boring Molly could be so interesting ( what? Has he called her his, She wasn't his. Is the second time he referred to Molly as 'his Molly', WHY WAS THAT?).

"Don't call me like that, I'm your mother for goodness sake" Her mother said angry.

"Penelope...She was the mother that you've never been" she didn't meant to sound so harsh, but she was hurt.

"That's enough, you're coming"

"You're not taking me anywhere" she said with a hysterical laugh."You wouldn't dare"

"Try me" after a brief pause her mother said "I've to go"

"Yeah, duty calls" Molly said mocking her voice.

"You're not staying there forever...You know that...I'm going to send someone to bring you here"

"I'm a grown up woman. Who grow up without you, this is not a moment for family reconciliation and I don't need someone to babysit me"

Then the line went dead.

The jaw of Sherlock fell, he knew that Molly kept things for her and he never cared, but now she was the only person he have to deduct, and she was like a little cat showing her claws and he was amazed by that [ No he wasn't amazed...he was...intrigued. Yes intrigued, that was the word...He couldn't be amazed...What's wrong with his brain lately?].

When Molly noticed that Sherlock has listened the whole conversation she turned red and her eyes never left the floor.

"Oh..Did-Did you heard..the..the whole"

"Of course I did" he snapped

"I'm sorry for that" she said smiling

He couldn't reply, he just stood there staring. Molly grabbed a strand of hair that had escaped from her ponytail and put it behind her ear still looking to the floor not wanting to meet his eyes.

"You're uncomfortable, and again you're in that mood of yours. Your mother of course, she had to work ( not due to economic problems [you have always been cheap] but you didn't have those problems) So, why would she leave her child in hands of a stranger (because she wasn't a stranger, was she?) Of course she wasn't, your mother has known Penelope for a while and she trusted her. You have always considered Penelope as a mother, and she have always been with you until you reached eleven years old, that explain your lack of fashion (You went through your adolescence without someone who tell you how to dress properly) and your fear of abandonment"

Molly was almost in tears at this point, he was bringing all the memories she had buried in the back of her brain. "Stop" she whispered but he didn't pay attention. He was unstoppable.

"You just have pictures of your father, and he was the first who left when you were six, no no no, you were seven, the autopsy said that he was ill. And you believed that until you find out some papers that your mother has hidden from you with some information about his death, he wasn't ill, he was murdered. Yes, I saw your box under the bed (you should keep your diary in other place) you found who killed him but he was dead. Then your brothers left you, and came Penelope whom a few years later leave you too" When he finished the speech he saw her and didn't like what he was seeing.

Molly was with one hand on her mouth and with the other embracing herself sobbing.

In that moment he regretted his words, all of them (Why? He doesn't regret his words, why now? Why always regretted the things he said to Molly [I'm sorry, forgive me Molly Hooper] oh god that memory? He thought he had deleted that). He gave a step closer and she gave on back.

"I-I...I have to-to clean the...living room" she said that between sobs and then rushed to the living room.

"Molly I'm" but she was not there "sorry"

He needed a shower, not actually need it, he had showered in the morning. He wanted a shower.

When Molly heard the door close she ran to the kitchen and washed her face, then went to her bedroom. The first two days he had slept in her bedroom and Molly in the sofa, but Sherlock told her that he didn't need that bed anymore and that he was going to take the sofa, like it or not. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes weren't red and any trace of her being crying was gone, she tried to smile when the front door opened.

She was freaking out, took a big breath and went to the living room to see who was it, scared as hell.

But what he saw was really weird, a blond man, almost 6 feet tall in an expensive suit.

"Excuse..Excuse me? Are you lost?"

He grinned and answered "No...I can't believe you can't recognized me"

She stared at him, not knowing how to respond to that.

"M sent me"

She snorted "Well, tell her that I appreciate her concern, but I'm fine. She can go and stalk other people"

"You really don't remember me?"

"I have really bad memory...So.." and then a memory came to her. They were in a room full of people but no one seemed to notice them, and she was trying not to laugh about something he said. But he was far more young, a teenager. "You babysat me"

"Yes. I remember you, you were a girl but now...Now you're a woman"

He make it sound like a compliment and she couldn't help but blush.

"I-I'm a woman...And I don't need anyone to babysit me...Could you...could you just...leave..please? I-I have to go? And...and do you know...stuff"

"I have to stay"

No you don't "Could you go to the market and get some milk?"

"No"

"But If you have to babysit me, I can't starve"

"I'm not going to the market"

"Then why are you here?"

"M sent me"

She was running out of patience" YES, you already said that. But why? Why did she sent you here?"

"I can't tell you"

"oh god" she sighed "Yeah, secret information"

"I have to watch you and..."

She cut his speech "Yeah and in a few weeks you're going to put me in a car and make me travel to stay with M"

He gave her a half smile "Maybe"

"Yes I know. Now please, leave me alone. And when that day come we can fight and shout" she said going towards the door an opening for him.

"We are not going to fight and you will come"

"Yes...I'll go but now leave me alone"

He started to walk towards the door and stopped "Okay, but who is in the bathroom?"

"Wh-What?"

"I hear the water running"

Damn Sherlock, Damn him and his fucking shower.

She had forgotten about the noise of the water. He has been hearing the noise during the whole conversation, and waited for this moment to mention it.

"And that's very convenient since he can't listen at this conversation"

"Th-That's I..I don't..No one..It's not from here the noise...probably is from the flat upstairs"

"Oh Molly, I didn't knew you have a man in your life" he said with a cheerful voice.

"I-I don't ...I don't have a man in my life...Could you just not tell to M? Could you? Please?"

He just stared at her with a malicious grin

"You are going to tell her anyway"

He just nodded.

"Just..Go..Leave" She said grabbing the door.

"Yeah...You're going to catch him in the shower?"

"No" Her cheeks couldn't be more red, she made an impatient tapping with her foot" I'm not. Now leave" which was his name?"You"

He raised and eyebrow at her "Bond. James Bond"

"I-I knew that...I just...forget, I mean forgot...Just go"

"Okay" and with a wink he said "I understand"

She was really red, Oh god how embarrassing was that

"Could you be more red?"

"No? No..Maybe..I don't know..Here's a door cross it"

"See you in a few weeks"

She closed the door and went to the kitchen to make a coffee, then she headed the living room with her coffee and sat on the sofa.

Sherlock came out from there bathroom with nothing more than a towel around his waist. Molly blushed at the sight of his bare chest and looked away. That make Sherlock smile, and he frowned at that Why am I smiling?.

"Who came?" Sherlock said after give the place a glance.

She looked at her coffee, then at the door, Sherlock, the coffee again "Nobody, no one"

"Molly" he said in a tone of warning.

"Just-Just..The landlord"

"Molly don't lie to me. You know It doesn't work"

She couldn't tell him who was it and she couldn't lie. What can I do?

"He is...He's a childhood friend. He was in the neighbourhood and came to see how I was...I really don't know why...But I think my mother sent him"

He stared at her eyes and she wasn't lying, but there was something she wasn't telling him.

He got closer to her, leaned and with her face really close to his he whispered "Molly" with THAT voice, the voice that always used when he wanted something from her. In that moment she forgot all the awful words that he had said to her, and that wasn't something that she was very proud, how he with a few tricks, have her eating out of his hand. "would you be a dear and make me some coffee?"

She nodded and went to the kitchen, her heart was beating like a hammer and her cheeks were red again.

Author's note: I know that James Bond went to the MI6 when he was a grown up man and not when he was a teenager. But in this story when they parents died the MI6 took him, because he showed special skills.