This is chapter is from Sherlock's point of view, I think i might switch back and forth between Sherloc and molly. Let me know what you all think. :)
He was board, that was the best way to put it. He had only been back for around a weeks and already the thought of returning to real life scared him. he kept occupied by exploring Mycrofts mansion-which if he was to be blunt needed dusting- and solving level 2 cases which in all actuality was no where near as exhilarating as level 9, and quite honestly a waste of time. he'd thrown his violin against the wall the other day in frustration mid rant, and broken it into pieces. he read about every book, looked through all of the closets and drawers- even the ones he was told to keep out of- and searched the basement, all in all providing little to no entertainment.
This is how the worlds only consulting detective came to be laying upside down on the chair in the library pondering way at useless thoughts that floated into his mind.
"what are you doing! you will ruin the furniture!" he had not even heard his brother come in,
lazily opening his eyes he mumbled
"board…"
"what? speak up, mummy told you never to mumble its a terrible habit brother mine." this time he rolled from his position, jumping up he yelled
"BOARD! I NEED SOMTHING TO DO!"
"O honestly, stop being such a drama queen. I let you drop that "gift" off at that mousy things house."
"her name is MOLLY, Mycroft honestly its not that complicated. When can i return to real life, I'm tired of laying about with nothing to do, I NEED a case."
"You just finished dismembering the network three weeks ago, give it some time brother, if you leave too soon you could put your friends in danger." He knew his brother was right, he could not risk the life of his friends, but he could not sit around for much longer.
"I talked to Gavin the other day and he said as far as he knows, there's no suspicious activity, in fact London seems quite calm." It was greg who helped him fake his "death". at first he wanted to involve molly, but his worse fears were realized when molly became a target because of him.
"Yes, well Greg is not the British government, and their fore he does not know everything." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"While that may be true Mycroft, Greg has been keeping an eye on them for me, and he has assured me that its safe to return. I need to see john and…..and molly."
"Honestly sherlock, caring is a weakness, you should know that."
"I don't care-"
"no you love, and its a disgusting."
"I DON'T LOVE ANYONE!"
"Yes, im sure you don't brother mine, if you'll excuse me i have a meeting." Sherlock was enraged "Oh and please don't pester the maids or break anything valuable please." with that Mycroft turned and left the room.
Sherlock huffed and threw himself back onto the chair, what did Mycroft know about how he felt. Love was a ridiculous emotion that he would never have, It represented weakness and would cause nothing but problems. closing his eyes Sherlock escaped into his mind palace and stood in front of the door that had recently appeared. He knew not what was inside-for he had yet to open it- yet he felt a slight tremor climb its way through him as he stared at the mahogany door. slowly he reached a timid hand out grasping the brass knob tightly, turning it, he pushed his way inside. What he saw surprised him very little, he knew sooner or later it would happen.
"Of course...I should have known."