Hello readers! I finally finished up this chapter! I'm actually really pleased with the flow of the story I just love it when stories do that! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this story! Feel free to review!
"Tell me again why I have to do this?" muttered Sebastian unhappily.
"Because, Seb. Her stupid father already knows what I look like." Scoffed Jim Moriarty.
"No, I mean why are you making me do this."
Sebastian and Jim watched the Hooper manor from their car, Jim fumbled with Sebastian's tie while the larger man let out irritated sighs,
"I told you! He took someone from me and I want him back."
"Him?" he asked questionably.
Jim grinned and patted his cheek, "Yes, him don't get jealous on me now. Save all that emotion into wooing whats her face... Speaking of her face, oh have I heard stories!" he said in amusement.
Sebastian let out a groan and covered his face, "I don't want to do this!" he whined.
"It's only for a while... Now shut the hell up and go in there."
Molly paced around the room and looked through the two way mirror at the empty sitting room, suddenly she spotted the door open and she perked up, Molly quickly sat down in front of the mirror just in time to see Irene escort a man in. Molly tilted her head in curiosity as she examined him, the man (Sebastian) was actually really handsome, sort of the man she saw in the telly, he was tall, or at least he seemed tall compared to Miss Adler and he was blonde, not to mention those very pretty green eyes. As soon as Irene exited the room Sebastian began pacing around nervously, Molly smiled and took a hold of the tiny microphone.
"Hello." she said in a friendly tone.
Sebastian jumped and looked around in surprise, "What the fu—"
"I'm sorry, did I startle you?"
Sebastian continued to look around until in confusion, "A little." he admitted, "Where are you?" he asked.
The young girl giggled, "I'm in my room." she told him.
"And where is your room?"
His eyes settled on the mirror and he slowly walked up to it, Molly swallowed a nervous lump as he approached her. It was always this part that made Molly nervous, somehow she always felt exposed... as if they could see her. Even though she knew they couldn't, not unless she wanted them to see her.
"Why can't I see you?" he asked.
"I think you know why." she replied.
The two fell silent and she could see him shift uncomfortably, "You're name is Sebastian right?"
Sebastian grinned and nodded, "Yes, and yours is Molly. Molly Hooper." he stared at the glass for a while longer before running his hand through his blonde hair, "It's nice to meet you Molly Hooper."
"It's nice to meet you too." she replied shyly.
"Tell me, Henry." said Sherlock as he examined Mr. Hooper's office, "Do you have camera's around the house?"
Sherlock finally looked up from his magnifier and looked over to John and Henry. The older man sat on his desk chair while John leaned against the door way
"Of course we have cameras... We have to just in case..." he hesitated for a moment, "In case people come snooping around."
Sherlock nodded to himself before his eyes quickly settled to John, "John! Have Mr. Hooper here show you the camera footage to the outside of his home and his office, we need to see who's been here in the last twenty-four hours."
John nodded and looked at Henry, "Would that be alright with you, Mr. Hooper?" The older man nodded and got up, the two then exited the room leaving Sherlock alone.
This gave Sherlock time to do his own investigating, he looked around the room no photographs of his family...no signs of having children let alone a daughter... Sherlock walked over to the desk and pulled open the drawers and nothing! No, photographs at all through out the house...interesting. Sherlock poked his head out in the hallway and looked at both ends of the hall. Sherlock quickly made his way to the opposite way they had entered and began checking through the rooms, he was beginning to wonder what exactly was going on, Mycroft didn't send him people unless they were hiding something interesting. Henry Hooper had mentioned his daughters condition, but hadn't exactly went into details and yet, Sherlock was curious. And when he got curious he went to extremes to find out answers, the consulting detective entered a sitting room, which seemed... odd. He could tell this room a few visitors since the place seemed to... clean. He entered the room and began looking around until his eyes settled on the huge mirror.
"Two way mirror, obviously." he said to himself, he walked over to the mirror and began examining it, before he could tap it he heard a voice that caused him to jump back.
"What do you think you're doing?" said the female voice.
Sherlock looked around the room and spotted an intercom in the corner of the room, a smirk appeared on his lips and he quickly turned to look at the mirror staring at his own reflection.
"The names Sherlock Holmes, and you must be Miss Molly Hooper."
Molly stared opened mouthed at the man on the other side of the mirror, how did he know her name? And what the hell was he doing here? Irene told her Sebastian was the last suitor on the list, a tap on the glass caused Molly to break out of thought. She leaned in to get a better look at the man... Sherlock. He was handsome and those eyes...
"Heterochromia!" she exclaimed.
Sherlock rose his brow, "Excuse me?"
"Heterochromia iridum, that's the condition you have it explains why your eyes are...different colors."
Sherlock stared blankly at the mirror and nodded, "Yes, very good. How did you know that?"
"I read about it." she said proudly.
"Do you do a lot of reading?" he replied.
"Oh yes, I have a lot of books to keep me occupied. I read about lots of things, mostly medicines and interesting deformities and conditions. I read about Heterochromia before, but I've never actually met someone with the condition... Do you mind leaning in a little for me? I'd really like to examine your eyes."
Sherlock's face went from confused to amused in a blink of an eye, he nodded slightly before leaning in giving Molly a better view,
"Wow, this is so fascinating, I wish I could get a better view." she breathed.
"Then why don't you come out?"
Molly chewed on her lip and shook her head, "That's... That's not possible. I'm sorry."
Sherlock moved away from the mirror and looked around Molly wondered what he was doing, "Tell me who you are." she suddenly said.
"I told you." he replied as he continued walking around the room, "I'm Sherlock Holmes."
"Yes, but why are you here? How did you find me?"
He settled in front of the book case that also happened to be one of the entrances to her room, Molly's heart began to thump loudly, he then looked over at the mirror and shrugged,
"I'm here at the request of your father." he said in a rather bored tone.
"M-My f-father?" she stuttered nervously.
"Yes, wants me to help him with something." he told her, "I'm a consulting detective."
"A consulting detective?" she asked questionably.
"Yes, the only one in the world! I made up the job." he said proudly.
Sherlock turned from the book case and walked over to the mirror, Molly let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and watched him closely.
"That doesn't seem very impressive." she told him.
Sherlock smirked and stared at his reflection, "Well you've never seen me in my element." He looked at the wall next to the mirror and placed a hand lightly on the edge of the reflective glass, "Tell me." He began, "What on the other side of this mirror."
Molly perked up, no one had ever asked her that question, "My bedroom."
"Interesting." he muttered, "Why are you hiding? Your father... He mentioned you had a... condition of sorts."
Molly bit her lip, "I'm... Yes. Well, I suppose I do have a condition..."
"A condition usually means an illness... You don't sound very sick to me." he stated.
"I'm not...Listen... I think you should go."
"Why? I'm enjoying this chat, you're quite entertaining."
Molly smirked, "I highly doubt that. I'm actually really boring." she admitted.
"Well that's for me to figure out. I'll go, but I'll see you tomorrow... Well not see you since you're obviously to shy to reveal yourself... But I shall return."
Molly rose her brow and stared at the man on the other side, somehow it seemed like he was looking right at her and that caused Molly to blush.
"Y-You will?" she stuttered.
Sherlock nodded, "Until tomorrow, Molly Hooper." and with that Sherlock Holmes exited the sitting room.
Maggie and Irene stared opened mouthed at what they had just witness on the monitor,
"Who is that man?" whispered Maggie.
"I... I don't know..." replied Irene.
"How did he get in?"
"I don't know, but I will find out right now."
Irene pulled out her mobile and began tapping at it furiously, just then the door opened and in came Henry and a man Maggie had never met before.
"Oh, darling. I didn't know you were in here... This is John Watson, he and another man, Sherlock Holmes are assisting me with—"
"Extra security!" chimed John, "Just making sure everything's safe for you and your family."
Maggie shook his hand and eyes him curiously, "Tell me Mr. Watson, is Mr. Holmes tall? Dark- haired? Looks like he needs some time in the sun?"
"Yes why?" he asked curiously.
Maggie shrugged and got up, "No reason. No reason at all. Come along, Irene. I'm in the mood for some tea."
The woman looked up from her phone and nodded, clearly understanding the situation, both women exited the monitor room and began walking down the hall,
"What are you planning, Maggie." said Irene curiously.
"What on Earth makes you think I'm planning something?" she replied innocently.
"You know you should let Sebastian have a chance, I don't know how I feel about this Sherlock—"
"What makes you think I'm not giving her a chance with Mr. Moran? Sherlock could always be a friend, my daughter deserves a friend ." said Maggie innocently.
Irene rolled her eyes, "You can't fool me, Maggie. I know what you're up to."
Maggie Hooper let out a soft laugh and shrugged in defeat, "I don't see why she can't have two choices, it's time my daughter got to live a little don't you agree?"
"Oh this is going to bite us in the arse, I just know it." replied Irene with a sigh.