A/N: Hello, people. Yeah, I guess I kinda left you hangin' there. This is the second, and (hopefully) final part.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Part Two
John sat in the police station, having a coffee with Anderson.
He couldn't really stand staying at 221B, because Sherlock had grown even more frustrated with his 'case', and had also found the pistol.
Needless to say, life at 221B had now grown dangerous.
John's phone beeped, and he groaned, and answered it.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw that the contact read Sherlock Holmes, but when he opened the message, it only read "Out of milk Pick some up".
John sighed, and replied, "OK".
He put away his phone, and started to read his newspaper.
Anderson's phone let out a loud blast of his screamo-music ringtone, and he quickly fished it out of his pocket, and answered the call.
"Hello?" he said.
The voice on the other side said something, then Anderson cupped his hand over the reciever, and mouthed to John, "It's Darla."
He turned back to his phone, and said, "Oh! Really?"
Darla said something, and Anderson smiled. He said, "How about a meeting? Uh huh. Uh huh. Okay. Good-bye."
He ended the call, and said, "John we're having a meeting! Come on!"
Anderson sprang up from his chair, and said, "Come on, Watson!"
John groaned, and said, "Alright, alright."
He followed Anderson out of the police station, and stepped into a cab.
They traveled through the same pitiful stretch out to the middle of nowhere, then entered the building.
Terry called from her corner, "Hey, John! Why didn't you call?"
John just smiled a pained smile, and sat down in his designated chair.
Anderson said, "Alright, Darla, you said you have a clue?"
Darla pushed to the front of the group, which seemed to have a couple more people than the last time, and said, "Molly told me that she didn't feel interesting enough. I don't really know what that's susposed to mean, but I guess it's something."
Terry's eyes widened when she heard this, and she punched her hand into the air.
Anderson said, "Yes Terry."
Terry launched into a long speech, "You see, certain girls feel like they have to have a certain...uh... appeal to get a man to notice them. Molly is a naturally insecure person, so what she'll automatically blame is herself. In her eyes, she can never do anything right, and that's why she doesn't say anything to Sherlock!"
She ended her explanation, looking a little proud of herself.
Anderson nodded, and said, "So, all we need to do is get Molly to have a little more confidence in herself!"
Darla nodded her head, but said, "But I can't do it this time. We have more of a very conservative, business respect. The only reason she spilled to me is because I mentioned something, and then she started bawling in the locker room."
John nodded, and said, "She needs a close friend, close enough so that, um, therapy wouldn't seem suspicious."
Marie automatically raised her hand, saying, "I see Molly every day in the fishmarket!"
Anderson said gingerly, "Uh, no. Anyone else?"
Terry shrugged, saying, "Well, I've never met her, but I could help?"
Anderson shook his head, "Sorry Terry, she doesn't know you either. Does anyone know anyone who could help?"
John paused, then said, "Anderson, Mary, my girlfriend, she's a friend of Molly's. They talk, about, every other day."
Anderson smiled, and said, "Yes! John, thank you!"
John clapped his hands, and said, "Alright! I'll talk to Mary, and tell her the gameplan! Now can I go home?"
Mary adjusted some things in her purse, then sighed. She was standing outside St. Bart's, and was about to walk inside.
She remembered what John had told her; to try and make Molly feel confident about herself.
She took in a deep breath through her nose, then pushed open the front door. She strode confidently up to the receptionist's desk, and said, "Hello, I need to see Molly Hooper!"
Mary was dismayed to see that Darla, the usual receptionist was not there. Instead, in her place, was a clueless young woman who was occupying the majority of her attention with applying silver nail polish.
Mary coughed, and said a little louder, "I NEED to speak with MOLLY HOOPER."
The woman just looked up, and groaned. She flipped through a small notebook, then, five minutes later, said, "I'm sorry, Molly Hooper is not a patient here."
Mary was about to strangle her at that point. She seethed through her teeth, "Molly Hooper is a pathologist here."
The woman rolled her eyes, and flipped through another notebook. After about ten more minutes, she said, "Down the second hallway, last door on the left."
Mary forced a smile, then walked through her instructions.
She eventually walked into the morgue, and found Molly bent over a microscope.
Mary said, "Hey, Molly!"
Molly jumped a little bit, then said in her mousy voice, "Oh, hi Mary!"
Mary smiled, and said, "Hey! I was thinking that we could, you know, get together, for a... coffee or... something!"
Molly said, "I don't know, What time?"
Mary shrugged, and said, "Anytime!"
Molly thought for a second, then said, "Tomorrow's my day off. Ten?"
Mary smiled, and said, "Sure!"
Molly smiled, and bent back over her microscope, writing on a crowded notepad what she saw.
Mary ran into 221B, saying, "I'm having a coffee with Molly tomorrow!"
John walked out of the kitchen, and said, "Okay. Good. There, you can talk to her."
Mary smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully as she hung her coat on the coatrack.
She began to walk up the stairs when John walked down, and held her by the shoulders as he said, "It's not safe up there. Sherlock's got his pistol back, and he's not very happy."
Mary nodded as a loud 'bang' rang from Sherlock's bedroom upstairs.
John bit his lip, and sighed.
Mary set down her purse, and sat down on the couch next to him.
John asked, "And when are you going to coffee with Molly?"
Mary said immediately, "Ten."
John teased, "And you're not going to forget?"
Mary punched his shoulder just as a loud bang rang through the flat, and a large hole appeared in the ceiling.
John frowned as Sherlock's agitated voice yelled, "Keep it down down there!"
Mary pulled her red jacket on over her yellow shirt, and brushed her hair one last time.
She sighed, and ran through her mental list in her head for the fiftieth time.
John called, "Have a good time!"
Mary smiled, and walked through the door.
She hailed a cab, and told the cabby to drive her to the corner coffee shop near St. Bart's.
They pulled up in front of the shop, and Mary tipped him as she climbed out.
She walked inside, and automatically thought, "This is relaxing to people?"
She noticed at least fourteen different safety hazards, and even shuttered at the sight of the bathrooms.
She sighed in relief at the sight of Molly walking through the doors carrying her handbag.
Molly scanned the room, and saw Mary sitting as far away from the bathrooms as possible.
She smiled, and said, "Hey, Mary! Nice to see you!"
Mary smiled, and gestured to the other seat.
Molly hung her purse on the side of the chair, and sat down.
Mary rested her elbows on the table, and said, "So, what do you want to talk about?"
Molly smiled uncertainly, and said, "I-I don't know what one says in one of these things."
Mary just said, "There isn't any specific thing you do at a friendly meeting."
Molly frowned, and said, "I-I don't know, I just don't want to offend anyone."
Mary waved her hands at the rest of the café, and said, "Who do you see here that would be offended by anything you say?"
Molly looked around, and said quietly, "Everyone."
Mary laughed, and said, "Molly, you need to be a lot more confident in yourself! You're like the human version of a mouse! You need to find something you're good at, and just rock it!"
Molly said, "I like mice. And there's nothing really that I'm good at."
Mary hit her softly on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, sister, you've got to have something you're good at! Come on! Did you ever compete in a talent show at school?"
Molly thought for a second, then said, "Well, I did sing once in a talent show in elementary school."
Mary hugged her friend's shoulders, and said enthusiastically, "That's a start!"
Molly continued, "I tried to sing something, but my voice cracked, and they audience booed me off the stage."
Mary's smile faded, but she pressed, "So you like to sing?"
Molly betrayed a small smile, and said, "Yeah. I practiced for three weeks. I was going to sing a song called 'Little Talks', but I just fell apart onstage. I had everything in my head, but when everyone looked at me, it flew out, and I was left stuttering onstage."
She continued, "I still know the lyrics."
Mary smiled, and a small plan of her own formed in her mind.
She said, "Hey, Molly, how would you feel trying to sing it again?"
Molly blushed, and said, "I don't know, Mary, it's just, I'd be too nervous."
Then she said, "And the song has a man's part. Who would want to sing with me?"
Mary playfully punched her on the shoulder, and said, "Aww... Come on, Molls! You'd be great!"
Molly said with a bit more (gasp) confidence in her voice, "Yeah, I guess I could do it!"
Mary clapped her hands, and said, "Great!"
Molly said, "Well, then, who would sing the man's part?"
Mary smiled nervously, "Oh, I'm sure someone would do it with you!"
Molly rested her chin on her hands, and said, "Oh Mary, I'll never be able to do it."
Mary said, "Aww, I'm sure Sherlock could sing the part!"
Molly's eyes widened, and she said, "I didn't know he could sing! Do you think he'd want to?"
Mary smiled, and said in a lower voice, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he'd love to."
Molly frowned, and said, "I didn't think he loved anything."
Mary caught herself, and said, "Well, I've just got a feeling."
Mary burst into 221B, yelling, "She can sing!"
John looked up from couch, and shushed her while pointing to the upstairs with a cup of tea in his other hand.
Mary just waved her hand, and said, "Molly can sing! And she's going to do it! And she needs a guy to sing the other part!"
John frowned, and said, "I'm not doing it!"
Mary just smiled, and said, "No, you're not doing it. Sherlock is."
John spat out his sip of tea, and said quite loudly, "How the hell are you going to get him to get out of the flat?"
Mary said, "Did you not hear the part where I said that he's going to do it with Molly?"
John set down his cup, and said thoughtfully, "Well, I guess that might work."
Then Mary set down a small flyer on the table in front of him.
He read it, and said, "A St. Bart's Employee Talent Show?"
Mary nodded, and said, "That's going to be perfect! She'll finally do something with Sherlock, and Sherlock will see that he's not just crazy!"
Sherlock stomped down from the upstairs, and yelled, "Can you keep it quiet down here?"
Mary just strode up to him, and slapped the flyer into his hand.
He frowned, and read the small print.
"St. Bart's Employee Talent Show?" he said.
Mary said, "Yes. You're singing with Molly."
John laughed at the look on his face when Sherlock registered that last sentence.
A/N: Ha ha, apparently not the last part. *pant pant* Sorry guys.