Chapter two- Coffee and Tea
Sherlock: Would you like to meet me for a drink at a café?
Molly: Sure! I'll meet you at your house.
Sherlock didn't know what he was doing. He felt something that he didn't understand. Maybe he would ask Molly.
The doorbell rang at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock ran towards the door and took a deep breath. He swung the door open and there was Molly. "Hello" said Sherlock. "Hi!" said Molly. "So um…ready to go?" asked Sherlock. "Yea" she whispered. They walked downstairs, side by side without saying a word to each other. Although calm and machine-like on the outside, Sherlock's mind was racing. He didn't understand this feeling, he knew fear and friendship, but this was different. They made it to the café and took a window seat near the bustling streets of London.
"What would you love-birds like?" asked a very large waitress with a ruby red face.
"We're not…I mean…I don't" Molly stuttered
Sherlock sat in silence but then spoke very quickly. "I don't know if we are what you call 'love-birds' which is why I've asked Molly to meet me here so we can discuss my emotions, you see, I don't quite understand them. Oh, and I would like to have tea." The waitress looked blankly at Sherlock and Molly. "Oh! I'll have coffee!" stammered Molly. The waitress walked quickly to the back of the café. Sherlock stared into Molly's darting eyes. "So…" Molly began
"Yes?" asked Sherlock
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes, but maybe another time, I might need John's old psychologist."
"Oh."
The coffee and tea arrived at the table and they both sipped their beverages in silence. Sherlock said goodbye and left the café.
Sherlock ran up the stairs of his flat and picked up his phone he dialed the number of Ella Thompson. "Hello, this is Ella Thompson would you like to make an appointment?" "Hi, this is Sherlock." he began. "YOU ARE SHERLOCK?" asked Ella, "DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY APPOINMENTS JOHN MADE BECAUSE OF YOUR SO-CALLED DEATH?" "No" replied Sherlock. "I need an appointment though."
"Okay, I have a spot open tomorrow at 5:30 PM."
"I'll be there." Sherlock hung up the phone and put his lips to his fingers. There was a knock on the door, it was a client. Sherlock sighed and sauntered over to the battered door. He opened it up and said "Sorry! Not doing anything today! Come back later in life!" and slammed the door leaving his client outside the door.
It was 5:30 the next day when there was a knock on the door of 221B. Sherlock opened the door to find Ella standing there. It was strange, when he saw Ella, there was nothing special about her, but Molly, she made him different…
"So.." Ella started "What brings you here today ?"
"Whenever I see a certain girl, I feel…odd!"
"You like her."
"No"
Yes!"
"What should I say?"
"Whatever comes naturally."
Sherlock took a taxi to the hospital where he found Molly working hard beginning an autopsy on a dead girl. "Hi Sherlock!" said Molly
"Hello, I need to talk to you, I- WAIT! I know that girl!"
"You do?" Molly asked disappointed.
"Yes I turned her down as a client yesterday."
"What time?"
"Uh… 4:34 PM"
"2 minutes later she dies!"
"Hmmm, anyways there are more important things at hand involving you and me" He said with a very stern look but his face softened "I think…well my..I mean…I know I… I…I loo.. I loov…I love you."