Thanks for the revies and follows. Including guest reviewer H whom I couldn't message a thank you to.
This chapter is a bit choppy, and random. But please give it a chance. Next chapter will be better I promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. Seriously.
Nick Fury and Agent Hill. That is what I secretly call Mycroft Holmes and Anthea.
My life certainly feels like the Avengers Initiative now. Which is kind of cool, as long as I'm the Black Widow - Natasha Romanoff is awesome.
Aunt Molly (aka Pepper Potts), her friends and I are part of this secret Spooks like mission. I've not been filled in on what we're actually doing as Iron Man aka Sherlock, thinks the less I know the safer I'll be.
All I know is that my new Alias is Nadia Hooper, niece of Molly and Sheldon (Sherlock) Elliot. Aunt Molly hasn't said it yet, but I'm sure she's well chuffed that she's "married" to her crush for this case. And I'm pretty sure Sherlock is also happy about it; he certainly looks happy about it.
It's going to be a bit difficult to call Sherlock Sheldon, as I've known him as Sherlock for
a bit now – but Sherlock is such a odd name that it'd be a shite pseudonym.
Anyway, back to the case. So, our mission is taking us to Texas. The cover story is that "uncle Sheldon" and his best mate, John (aka Doctor Banner/Hulk) are trying to set up offices for their pharmaceutical company in Dallas. Aunt Molly and John's wife, Mary (aka Dr. Betty Ross), are supposed to be pampered housewives – personally, I think both of them deserve this break; aunt Molly hates it, but needs to be available to help with my cover. I'm supposed to try out for this all star cheerleading squad. I've never cheered before in my life, but my tumbling surpasses what is required, so I'm sure to get in. Director Fury has expressed how imperative my making the squad is, and let me tell you a serious Mycroft Holmes is intimidating.
Everyday since Aunt Molly and I were convinced to join the mission, I've been having private cheerleading practice with the Unity Allstars cheer program while the rest of the team have their top secret debriefing meetings. Those practices are very thorough. The stress Mycroft is putting on my making the squad leads me to believe that the investigation is focused on someone in the cheer organization.
We've spent the last week in this incredible mansion in Essex (aka S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters). Seriously, I'm starting to feel like a toff! I overheard Agent Hill saying a couple of big name Essex stylists are coming to give us makeovers. Apparently, most of the cheer mom's where we're moving to look like the cast of TOWIE. I'm a bit nervous, but excited. Amy Childs eat your heart out!
Look after us mummy and daddy.
Love,
Nadia
As soon as Nadia finished writing she carefully folded the paper, and walked it over to the electric fireplace which was on. She gently kissed the item before tossing it in the flames.
M&S
John and Sherlock stood at a table covered with various weapons, choosing their arms of choice, should the need arise.
The two had already had their appointments with the stylists, and were now sporting, shorter haircuts. John also had received a new wardrobe, as his jumpers wouldn't cut it. Nadia had also finished her appointment and was at her cheerleading practice in the garden. Everyone was very impressed with her determination and athletic ability.
Molly and Mary were still with the stylist at the other end of the manor. They were moving into an affluent community, where personal grooming was a big deal.
As Sherlock and John were discussing the benefits of the guns they had selected Anthea walked into the room, she was texting away on her mobile and wore a slightly evil smirk. The two men looked at each other, as if to say 'what's up with her.' They soon shrugged it off, and chose to ignore Mycroft's enigmatic PA.
Seconds later a blood curling shriek was heard, followed by another.
Both men were startled by the screams, and quickly turned to the direction they came from.
"the girls," Sherlock said and made a run in their direction; John followed suit.
They were blocked at the exit by Anthea.
"I wouldn't if I were you"
"Why? They might be in danger"
The striking woman shook her head, "I assure you that Doctor Hooper and Mrs. Watson are not in danger"
Sherlock's eyes narrowed at that, "what? Are they learning how to survive violent interrogation techniques? Because that's what it sounds like!"
Just then another shout of pain was heard, which led to the tall detective and his best friend to shove Mycroft's assistant aside.
As they reached the door Anthea said, "It's not violent interrogation, but it's nearly as bad"
Both men turned to look at her in suspense, she still wore that smirk
"They're having a bikini wax"
John and Sherlock sprang away from the door.
"You know," a pale faced Sherlock said, "I think I'll go outside. I need some air"
"I feel the same"
And both men ran out to the garden.
John and Sherlock may have faced death several times, but the women in their lives had just proven that they were far braver than them.
M&S
'This is so surreal,' Molly thought as she looked at her reflection.
It wasn't her highlighted hair, or flawless makeup that had her in shock. No, it had been weeks since the Essex stylist had worked their magic on the group. No what had her in shock was the garment she was currently wearing.
The brunette was quietly taking it all in when a "click" caused her to whirl around.
Anthea was standing before her, her trusty mobile in hand, "Sorry, I had to capture this moment."
Molly shook her head at the beautiful woman's comment, "Is everything ready?"
Anthea nodded, "yes, the only thing missing is the star of the show"
Molly nodded and walked to the door. Before Anthea opened the door the PA whispered, "just so you know, you look gorgeous"
A blush spread across Molly's cheeks as she thanked her and stepped out of the room.
As she slowly walked down the hallway, she finally stopped before a set of double doors. Behind the doorway a cacophony of voices could be heard.
"We're ready," Anthea spoke into an ear piece.
Seconds latter the double doors sprang open to reveal a church filled to the brim with well dressed individuals Molly did not recognize that all sat starring at her.
Suddenly the sounds of the bridal March started, causing Molly to whirl around in shock towards Anthea, "I thought this was all staged for photographs"
Anthea shrugged, "Sherlock's Homeless network demanded realism so that they could 'get into character'," Molly swore she heard Anthea muttered the word primadonna's under her breath
Molly simply nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the chapel. Her first few steps she took were cautious, her head bowed. As she stepped forward she heard murmurs of approval, and was certain she heard Wiggins call her a "lovely blushing bride."
The comment caused the young pathologist to look up with confidence.
When she did, her doe eyes locked with the sea colored eyes of Sherlock Holmes. Molly inaudibly gasped at the intensity and admiration of the look held.
She was startled when she suddenly stood before him and he took her arm. Their gaze never breaking as they stood before the clergyman who had been paid to officiate the sham ceremony.
"You look lovely, Molly Hooper," Sherlock whispered to her before the pair turned forward. With the gaze broken, Molly was able to look at those assembled along side them.
Mary stood by as Maid of Honor, while John took his place as Best Man. Nadia looked darling as a flower girl. Somewhere behind them Mrs. Hudson's sniffles could be heard.
It was odd how real the ceremony felt. Molly and everyone else in the building new it was a farce ; but it felt real.
The authenticity of it grew when the rings were exchanged, and Molly noticed "M&S" engraved in the bands.
It wasn't long before the clergyman pronounced the pair man and wife, and asked the groom to kiss his bride.
Sherlock, who hadn't let go f Molly's hand since they'd exchanged rings slowly turned the petite woman towards him. His eyes scanned her face noticing the happy tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
'This feels real for her'
He gently cupped her cheek with one hand, before gently lowering his lips towards hers. Just before their lips met, he looked into her eyes. Molly smiled and a few tears slid down her cheeks before they shared a sweet, honest kiss. Lost in the meaning behind that look, and eventually in the tenderness of that kiss.
'This feels real to me too"
AN:
I have returned from camp, only slightly worse for wear.
I apologize for how choppy and random this chapter must feel. I wanted this chapter to be sort of an intro to three things: Nadia's personality, details of the mission, and a bit of Sherlolly.
Let me know what you think in a review please.