Im so sorry I have been slow on the update but school has just started and teachers feel the need to pile us with work and on top of that I have started my new job so I have even less time. Needless to say it leaves little time for writing.
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Sherlock series 3 is coming out early January yaaaayyyyyy. Anyways enjoy your day and on with the story. Review?
About an hour after Molly's shift had ended and all her tears had been spent she picked herself up from the floor and headed out of the building. On the way out her best friend Mary, who also happened to be John's girlfriend stopped her. Molly and Mary had been friends for years Mary was able to put up with Molly's odd sense of humour as she herself was a doctor. Their friendship strengthened when Molly introduced her to John, something Mary was very grateful for.
"Hey Moll's what's wrong? Have you been crying?" questioned Mary her voice full of concern. Molly winced hearing the name Mary called her; it had been the name that Moriarty used.
"I just have to be alone now Mary, but thanks anyways." Molly was desperately trying to keep her voice smooth and steady but unfortunately failing badly.
"Is it Sherlock? Has he done something?" Mary never really trusted Sherlock; she had heard Molly complain and cry over him too often. When they did get together he would still say some things that hurt Molly without even thinking. Of course he would always apologise when he found out what was wrong with his statement but it didn't stop Molly getting upset over it.
"No it's not him, it's me." Molly whimpered before letting out another dry sob.
"Molly tell me what it is, what can I do?" persisted Mary, putting her arm around the small pathologist.
"Nothing, its ok I have to do this. You need to start work" said Molly pulling from Mary's arms.
"I can't leave you in this state. I can pull a sickie?"
"You can't, firstly you're already here so your bosses can see you and secondly they are doctors, they can tell you're fine." Giggled Molly, and then remembering why she was even having this conversation her face dropped and her mood descended. "No I will just take a cab and go home, thanks anyway." She set of once again for the door leaving a concerned Mary in her shadow.
On her way up to the pediatric ward Mary sent John a quick text to see if he understood Molly's sadness. She still hadn't ruled out that Sherlock had been in the morgue earlier and had said something horrible.
Hey. You don't happen to know if Sherlock and molly have had a fight do you?
Mary received a text almost instantaneously.
No, they went out last night and going by Sherlock's grin it went well. Why? What's up?!
Mary had reached the locker room so sent him another text before going onto the ward to start her shift.
On my way into work I bumped into molly as she was leaving and she was crying. It looked serious, so if you hear anything let me know, she wouldn't tell me. I have to start now, love you xx
John read the text and was shocked at its content he had a lot of questions flying about his brain. But when he saw the way his girlfriend ended the message he smiled, it wasn't the first time she had said it but every time she did it caused him to fill with joy. At this moment he had more important things to think about as his mind turned back to the original point of the message.
John looked up from his phone at the curly haired man sat on the back of a chair with his hands steeped under his chin
"Sherlock, we need to talk." He waited a pause then after receiving no sound of him he carried on, "it's about Molly."
This peaked Sherlock's interest. Whatever Sherlock had been concentrating so hard on was now stowed back into his palace as he heard the name of his companion. Sherlock hated the term girlfriend as he thought it was too sentimental and sounded childish, but 'companion' he could live with.
"What is it then?" muttered Sherlock trying to sound uninterested, but really he was deeply intrigued. John sounded a mixture of worried and irritated, evidently he had just been texting Mary due to his small smile. But the news was not good as he had then frowned soon after.
"Well Mary said that she saw Molly crying as she left the hospital." Then after a moment continuing once again, "Sherlock have you said something to her?"
Sherlock jumped up from his chair went over to grab his coat and scarf before heading out the door with John running after him.
"Sherlock where are you going?" shouted John from behind.
"Molly's of course." Bellowed Sherlock without even a moment's pause and heading out of the door into the street.
Sherlock jumped into the first cab that stopped giving the driver Molly's address and instructing him to put his foot down. As he sat back in the cab he couldn't help but think about the situation at hand and his feelings towards it.
'Molly was crying at the hospital, this makes me feel intrigued and worried' thought Sherlock almost mechanically. 'I haven't had any contact with Molly since this morning. She seemed satisfied when she left.' He was now thinking of this morning and the events of last night, making him smile. But as the cab pulled up outside Molly's flat he remembered the real reasons for him coming to see her, making him once again fill with concern.
After ringing the doorbell precisely three times without any answer Sherlock pulled out his pin and began to pick the lock. He always carried around a pin for times like this and was grateful for it especially now. After entering Molly's flat he saw her approaching the door with a sad expression in her eyes. He knew straight away that something was wrong and it did not sit comfortably with him.
"Molly…" Sherlock started but she just cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"I don't know why you're here Sherlock but I want you to leave." He began to protest but Molly just cut him off again. "No Sherlock I am sorry but I don't think that it is a good idea for us to be seeing each other any longer. I'm sorry but I want to split up." She said abruptly.
"What are your reasons for this Molly, are you not happy with our relationship progressing? I was under the impression that you have wanted it for a long time?" Sherlock questioned rather coldly.
"I am sorry Sherlock but I don't think that it is sensible us being together now please leave" Molly said gesturing towards she door.
Sherlock spun on his heals taking in one last fleeting glance of Molly. Although he didn't see the tears forming in her eyes or the pained expression spreading across her features, he didn't even see the way she twisted towards him as he turned away, trying to hold on and never let go. Sherlock was forcing the emotion out of his mind as he marched back onto the street leaving Molly behind in her lonely flat.
He had one thought in his head as he walked the streets, "I don't care, I don't care emotions are a weakness". Even as he thought it he could feel the hot tear spill from his eyes and roll down his cheek, but even then he continued to purge all emotion from his brain, striding back to Baker Street.
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