Ok so after reading an artical in Whats On T.V about Sherlock it gives you a bigger insight to what will happen in the upcoming episode His Last Vow. Without spoiling it for America which have yet to experience Sherlock in 2014 we know that there is a month's gap between the episode A Sign Of Three and His Last Vow in the storyline. This story with however many chapters get put up between now and the 3rd episode will be based on that months gap so spoilers etc will not be a worry as it will be entirely fictonal. Also just to mention, Benedict Cumberbatch is in the run up for Best Fictional Detective as Sherlock Holmes on the ITV T.V Awards, Please vote to give him the reward he deserves!
She tried, she really really tried to focas on her work in front of her but Molly sat at her desk in her oddly quiet morgue and let her thoughts over take her from that night at the wedding.
It had been one of the most romantic kisses she had ever experienced and it would stay in her mind till she went to her grave, but the one thing that was bugging her was that Sherlock had seemed to totally vanish after that evening. John and Mary had gone on their honeymoon and she had seen them off after tearing herself away from Sherlock. She looked around the lake and the distant areas to see if she could locate him but he had clearly left before the send off.
Molly tapped her pen on her desk in pure fustration. It didnt matter if it was a one off spare in the moment kiss or if it was something more emotional (in her dreams!) but she needed to know if he was ok. It was exactlly how she explained her actions the other night to him, she never stopped worrying and would always come back to him if he was in danger or needed her help. This time he needed neither and she still wanted to check on him.
She knew she was never going to get any work done untill she knew he was ok or at least alive. Chances are he was shooting at the poor smiley face in the wall with Mrs Hudson sitting downstairs with a pillow wrapped round her head. Molly laughed at the thought, the more logicall idea was that he was finding himself cases from his overflowing inbox and solving the ones that where showing the slightest intrest or conducting experiements to prevent boredom.
One thing she had definatly noticed about him was that he was different. Since the fall and his grand return the case solving had stayed the same but he was more aware of his actions and words, he was more careful to show his affection and care for the people he loved and found dear, taking an intrest in Mycrofts personal life was a huge hinter for her. If he was still as unsociable as he was 3 years ago she may not of worried as much but something didnt feel right and she needed to find out.
Molly sighed to herself. Desperation Molly! she thought. It didnt stop her gathering her coat and bag before locking up the lab early.
The fresh London air refreshed her thoughts a little. Molly wrapped up in her coat a little feeling the bitter breeze flowing the streets, although it was spring the predictable British weather hasnt yet bought the warmth with it. The sun shone brightly down on the pavement as Molly began her walk and search for a taxi to 221B.
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Sherlock sat in his chair drumming his fingers impatiently against the arm. Boredom was the only emotion that possessed and irritated him the most, it was so hard to get rid of when nothing interesting was going on. John was not due to come back for another 3 weeks and it was beginning to show the detective was missing his friend and partner in crime solving madness. A knock on the door pulled Sherlock out of his train of thought as Mrs Hudson walked into the room carrying a tray of tea. Sherlock sighed.
''Still bored dear?'' Mrs Hudson watched Sherlocks actions before sitting in Johns chair.
''Boredom is such a horrid feeling, how on earth do normal people live with it?'' Sherlock looked generally interested.
''Well normal people usually dont have time to be bored, they end up working insane hours and spending the other few hours doing hobbies, chores or socializing''
''Which is dull'' Sherlock took a sip of his tea.
''Only to you dear''
Sherlock scoffed.
''Why dont you go on the look for some more cases, bet your inbox thingy is full of them''
''Ones that really with most common sense people can figure out for themselves, they are timewasters and quite frankly i could get more enjoyment talking to you than solving one of those petty crimes as they so call it''
''I will take that as a compliment'' His landlady gave him a warm smile before continuing.
''Mabey Molly has got some interesting bodies in, or parts for experiements?'' Sherlock looked beyond Mrs Hudson and didnt answer. ''Well dear, sitting here is not going to sure the boredom, i suggest you go and find something to do''
''Might ask Graham for anything'' Mrs Hudson's expression became confused ''Scotland yard? Detective? Comes running in here fairly often?''
''Oh GREG'' Mrs hudson laughed softly before raising from her head and patting Sherlocks hand. ''You will find something''
''Oh and where are my guns?''
''I took extra care in finding them all and hiding them for these next few weeks, it cost me an arm and a leg to get that damned wall repaired from the shootings you gave it, i left the smiley face for sentiment when i realised i would never let the flat out but there is no way your spending the next three weeks throwing my money away into that poor wall again. And not my DoorBell either'' Sherlock smiled at his landlady before showing his annoyance as she left with the empty tray.
Alone again Sherlock jumped up from his hair and flapped his dressing gown around before spinning towards the window taking his violin with him. It was not always the boredom like he admitted to himself. It was also the fact he was missing the routine, or what was of it.
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Molly arrived at 221B about 40 minuites later. She watched the taxi drive away taking her escape route with her. Dont look up, dont look up DONT LOOK UP. Oh Shit, she thought, she looked up to see Sherlocks figure at the window playing what looked like his violin. He has clearly seen her, he hasnt taken a notice but he see's everything and her standing here will only cause a bombful of insults as she walks into his flat. Straightening her coat she walked up to the door and rung the door bell, taking a deep breath and fixing a smile as Mrs Hudson answered the door.
''Molly dear, sherlocks going out of his mind with boredom'' Mrs Hudson seemed relieved to see someone familer.
''I just came to see if he was ok, it was odd not seeing him at the lab and when he left before the party ended at the wedding''
''I know dear'' Mrs Hudson spoke softly as Molly entered the building and she closed the door. '' I think it was hard on him seeing such a big change, he held up fantasticly well over the day, leaving early was expected from me and John. Mary wasnt happy but didnt try to stop him.''
''You mean they did notice?'' Molly suddenly looked confused and felt sorry for Sherlock after his previous thoughts on 'not being noticed to leave early'
''They didnt see him leave no'' Molly felt relief wash over her. ''But they knew he would leave, he left their first dance song on the stand for them i have placed it in the kitchen for their return.
''Thats sweet'' Molly smiled softly. ''Is he upstairs?'' Use your brain Molly!
''Yes dear, he was playing his violin'' Molly listened to hear the music had stopped. He must of been listening, nosey bastard!.
''Ok will pop up and see him then'' Molly smiled and made her way up the stairs. As she pushed open the door to the flat she could see Sherlock standing with his back to her glancing out the window, violin to his side and bow in the other hand, tapping at the window.
''Even the public show no interest in their boring lives Molly'' He turned to face her. ''What can i do for you?'' He smiled sitting down and Molly took Johns seat cautiously.
''I just came to see if you where ok'' Molly replied nervously, she was fiddling with the ends of her scarf.
''I am perfectly fine why wouldnt i be?'' Sherlock looked intently at her trying to figure out the real reason why she came.
''Well since John and Mary left for their honeymoon...i..well just havent...seen you for a while thats all'' Molly coughed clearing her throat before continuing. ''I would of thought you would of come to the lab and...uhm done some...experiments'' Trainwreck! Molly looked up at Sherlock.
''No''
''Well i know that!'' Molly smiled cautiously before looking around the flat. ''What have you been doing with yourself whilst John and Mary have been away.
''This and that'' Sherlock said before leaning forward and pressing his hands together under his chin. Fuck he is deducing me!. Molly shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
''Anything interesting''
''Not really, Mrs hudson has been waiting on me hand and foot, clearly worried about my current state of mind thinking im going to loose the plot from being alone, although its annoying i am refraining from loosing my temper, its her way of caring i suppose''
''Yes''
''Not that its doing any good''
''Oh'' Molly coughed before gathering her things, ''Well i just wanted to check to see if you where ok...i..uhm...better get back to work'' Molly smiled before turning around towards the door. Sherlock leaned back in his chair.
''hmm''
Wait a minuite, molly thought to herself confidently, i came round here to show i am here for him if he needs me and all he has done is treat me like a client, or something as. Molly tried her hardest to keep walking but found her legs frozen stiff, she knew why she had come here and she wanted some answers, best to face the demon straight away right? Molly was living in an inner termoil and if she didnt solve it soon she would give herself a heart attack or stroke.
''What is it Molly?'' Sherlock was still watching her as she turned around.
''Why did you kiss me on the night of the wedding?'' Molly regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Sherlock looked a little taken aback by her boldness.
'' I wanted to''
''Well...wait..what?'' Molly looked dumbfounded she was expecting an insult or witty comeback.
''I wanted to'' Sherlock spoke plainly to her.
''But why?'' Molly moved forward and rested on the arm of Johns chair.
''Do i really need to go into detail about chemical reactions to a pathologist Molly?'' Sherlocks pure irritation in talking about feelings was showing and Molly was deffinatly enjoying it!.
''Yes you do. Not about the chemicals but definatly on why because after all these years of knowing you, you choose to kiss me after you fake your death at your best friends wedding party!''
''Yep''
''Wow, ok'' Sherlock stood up and walked towards her, Molly stood up instinvely.
''Does that bother you?'' She felt his hand trail to the back of her head and play with her hair, she stood still looking at his very tight and attractive shirt!.
''...a little'' She managed to spurt out as his head dipped to her neck she felt him kiss her tenderly behind her ear moving round to where he could feel her pulse.
''i see'' He said in a low seductive voice, he brought his head back round and faced her. ''Want me to stop?'' She saw the smirk in his face and realised he was just playing her. A part of her wanted to slap him but the other part wanted to show him that she could play him just as much. The latter one.
Molly pulled his face down towards hers kissing him fiercly as their tounges met and a battle of domiance began. Sherlock pulled her frame into his as he deepended the kiss and she pushed him backwards so he landed into his chair, she broke the kiss to a sight of a high functioning, slightly aroused, very dishevaled soicopath sitting with his legs spread wide in his favorite chair. It took her less than 5 seconds to make a deduction and pounce on him. She heard him laugh a little as she straddled him before she began kissing him again. It was once again a passionate kiss deffinatly making up for the lack of communication in the past few days, she was unsure of her boldness that had overun her as her hands ran down his chest and back up again, pulling on his hair to bring his head up a little. She had some sense left as she broke the kiss to the sound of a knock on the door.
''Sorry Sherlock i was just wondering if Molly wanted a cu-
''MRS HUDSON!'' Sherlocks voice shook Molly down to the bone as she watched the timid lady rush out of the door closing it behind her.
Molly placed her head into Sherlocks shoulder and started laughing.
''Your so mean to her Sherlock''
''Hmmm i will say apologise when im less distracted'' Molly giggled before returning to their kiss. She felt Sherlock rise from his seat and instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs his waist. She had a rough idea of his flat's layout but was more than certain where he was heading. This prooved her point all the more as Sherlocks leg was used to slam the door to his bedroom.
So another chapter. I can see a plot easily working out as it slowly blends into the upcoming 3rd episode which is aired in britan this Sunday. Hope you enjoyed it, please leave your thoughts its always appreicated.
