Chapter 2
A/N: Thanks everyone for your wonderful words. I love the Sherlock fandom because you are all so clever and articulate. Usually when I post a story most of the reviews just say "Good job." or "Nice Chapter." but you all have written intelligent responses to my story. So I thank you.
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Again I apologize if I get British things wrong. If you see anything that is not british enough, please tell me. I want to get this right. I need to learn to write british characters.
Lestrade follows Sherlock up the steps of the building.
"You didn't really need me to help find him did you?"
"No."
Sherlock pulls out keys and opens Molly's flat.
"How did you get keys to…Never mind I don't want to know."
The flat feels like home, warm and safe. Sherlock could imagine Molly sitting on the couch in front of the fire reading a book or watching telly. It was normal, something he could never be. Sherlock's eyes are drawn to the blood drops on the floor leading from the bedroom.
"I'll call forensics." Lestrade says.
Sherlock follows the blood trail back to the bedroom.
One side of the bed is unmade. In bed when he arrived.
An open book sits upside down on the side table. Reading.
Sherlock walks over to the bed and pulls back the sheet. A small wrapper is on top.
Sherlock watches in his mind as a silent fight breaks out between Molly and Tom. Molly gets out of bed and they yell at each other.
Sherlock sees the slight cracks in the wall. Tom pushes Molly against the wall, banging her head. He recoils his hand and hits her across the face.
Sherlock follows the blood smudge down the wall. Tom lets Molly go and her slides to the ground. Tom puts on his coat and scarf and walks out.
Sherlock walks out of the room.
"Forensics are on their way."
"I've got what I need. I need to find him." Sherlocks phone dings with a message.
I found something you are looking for.
-MH
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Mycroft stands in the bullpen of the station, waiting.
"Mycroft."
"I have brought you a present." Mycroft nods toward the interrogation room where Tom is sitting cuffed to the table.
"How did you know?" Lestrade asks.
"John." They say at the same time.
"Obviously. But why would you care?" Sherlock asks.
"Because without Miss. Hopper, I would be an only child." An awkward pause falls on the trio. "Well I must be getting back to work."
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Tom and Lestrade sit in the interrogation room while Sherlock watches through the glass.
"Molly Hopper is in the hospital with a concussion."
Tom sits silently not moving.
"If you tell me what happened I can help you."
"I don't know what happened. I wasn't even there."
"Really. Because you didn't seem surprised when I told you she was hurt."
"She's clumsy. She probably hurt herself."
The door opens. Sherlock stands in the doorway. Lestrade gets up from the table.
He passes Sherlock on the way out. "Stop short of actually killing him please. I don't need the paperwork." Lestrade exits the room closing the door behind him.
Sherlock walks over to the table. He undoes his scarf and sets it on the table. Then he takes off his coat and folds it.
"Is this supposed to scare me?" Tom asks
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Minutes later, Sherlock opens the door. Lestrade stands at the end of the hall. Sherlock shrugs on his jacket as he makes his way down the corridor.
"All yours. I'll be at Bart's." He says as he passes him.
Lestrade walks back into the room to a terrified Tom sitting just as he was, cuffed to the table, no marks or bruises on him.
"I'd like to make a full confession." He says.
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Mary is the last to sit with Molly as John speaks with the doctors outside.
"Mary. I need you to do me a favor."
I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. It really means a lot to me.
What do you think? I'll probably do one more chapter.