A/N: This was supposed to be part of chapter one but I wrote waay too much. But I do not own this show… I want to sooo bad I would have been really happy if I was! And don't forget to review lovelies :) it makes me happy and helps me write more… PLEAASEEE? ;)

Title:Human Error

Summary: Molly Hooper was positive Moriarty is dead. Sherlock had seen him shoot his brains out. Her boss, Mike Stamford who is also one of John's closest friends and whom they both trust, did the autopsy. The DNA results proves that it's Moriarty but this isn't the Jim she dated… she stares at the picture of dead Moriarty on the slab before the autopsy had started. She specifically remembered he had a menacing scar diagonally across his chest onto the top of his ribs… this Jim has nothing but the wound from the autopsy… Who did she date?

Rating:T (ratings will change in future chapters)

Genre: Drama/Adventure/Romance

Chapter Two

Molly awoke to the sound of her mobile ringing. She sat up quickly and regretted it immediately. Her head started to pound and the world started to spin around her, the after effects of a hang-over and the sunlight shining in her eyes affecting her heavily. Blindly, she reaches for her phone and answered it without looking at who was calling, "Molly Hooper," she groaned on the phone.

"Had a long night?" John Watson's voice asked amusingly on the other end.

She straightens out, wide awake now. John never calls her, he always just texts. "Everything alright?" she asks and then starts to ramble, "You rarely call, everyone alright? Mary? Mrs. Hudson? … Sherlock?" his name was hard to say, she wasn't sure what how she would react if she something would have happened to him.

John cleared his throat trying to hide a laugh, "No everyone is alright, although Sherlock is bored. You know how dangerous that is." She could hear the annoyance in his voice, she lets out a smile wondering what drastic thing Sherlock has done.

"Oh that's good." She scratches her head confused, she still doesn't know why he's calling. Then she remembered that John and Mary had a doctor's appointment today. "Everything good at the doctor's then?"

"Yeah everything is perfect, good and healthy. Other than the fact that Mary and I are expecting her a sooner than expected. So Mary is on bed rest till then,"

"That is total rubbish and you know it." She heard Mary protest, "I believe that the more movement I do the faster this bugger comes out the better. I am exhausted of being pregnant."

"Oh that's great!" Molly tried her best to hide her giggle. Every time she's talked to Mary, she is always trilled about being a mother, she couldn't wait to hold their baby girl and raise her. But being pregnant? Not so much.

"Yes it is," John says. He sounds distracted. She could hear muffled arguments on the other end, she could tell him covering the mouth piece.

"John I'm sure whatever it is you need to tell me I can handle it."

He clears his throat, "Actually, I need a favor." He says with guilt.

"Of course, anything," she says enthusiastically. She made a promise to herself that she'll do anything to make it up to John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade for putting them through the lie that broke their hearts because of Sherlock's supposed death.

"I can't really leave the house now just in case Mary would go into labor at any moment." John continued as if he didn't hear her enthusiasm of helping him.

"Yes John, anything at all. I can help" Molly insisted.

"Well, Would you be able to keep an eye on Sherlock for me?"

"Wh-what?" She stutters. This request surprised her, why does he need watching? "What about Mrs. Hudson?" she asks instead.

"She needs to go to Amsterdam for the weekend, her sister having surgery. And someone needs to keep Sherlock sane or possibly so he wouldn't do anything stupid."

She bites her lip, so much for trying to be free from Sherlock. "So your favor is to baby-sit Sherlock?"

"Of course not. Sherlock would break us both if we see it that way or even finds out about it. It's just—"

Molly smirked, "Yeah, I understand." She looks at her clock on the bedside table it was two o'clock. She was hung over and over slept she meant to get up early to do a few errands today, bur she guesses not. "Imma do a bath and I'll be there before Mrs. Hudson would leave hopefully."

"She's not leaving till 5." He says. "Thank you for this."

"No problem…" She responds. "Send my love to Mary."

It was around four in the afternoon when she finally got to 221B Baker Street, She stares at the door for a moment. She prepare herself before seeing Sherlock knowing how he can affect her. Alright Molly, don't be all pathetic… and don't stutter around him…

She takes a deep breath reaching to use the knocker but before she could reach for it Mrs. Hudson opens the door with a suitcase on her hand, she looks up and sees Molly standing there staring at her blankly. "Oh hello dear," Mrs. Hudson greets her with a big smile. She drops her suitcase and gives Molly a big hug. "How are you?" she pulls away squeezing Molly's arms.

"I'm doing wonderful." Molly answers with a big smile, "Very wonderful…" she glances at the suitcase, "Amsterdam this weekend?" the suitcase looks a bit bigger for a weekend trip.

"Help me with the suitcase dear, it is a bit too heavy for me I believe…" Mrs. Hudson asks gesturing to suitcase and the taxi that pulled up behind them just a second ago. "Oh you know, my sister phoned me the day before asking for a visit since she's having surgery as well. I haven't seen her in ages so I figured why not… Oh thank you dear." She says when Molly stuffed the heavy suitcase in the trunk.

This is certainly way too heavy for a weekend trip… Molly notices. "You are quite welcome…" she shuts the trunk and follows Mrs. Hudson at the door where she grabs her pocketbook.

"My younger sister was always soo—"

"MRS. HUDSON!" Sherlock yelled from upstairs that startled both the ladies.

Molly looks up frowning, he is so childish sometimes it's ridiculous….

"Oh, dear." Mrs. Hudson muttered under her breath. "Tell Sherlock there's food in my freezer he can heat up if he wants food. At least tell him to eat, I do not think he has eaten for at least three days now… he usually comes to see me if he's hungry." She says but most likely to herself as Molly opened the cab door for her. She smiles at Molly appreciatively.

"I'll try I doubt he'll listen to me." Molly mumbles.

Mrs. Hudson shakes her head and giggles, "Oh I highly disagree. I'm sure if you dine with him and talk about the interesting things he collects from you I think he will oblige."

"Cadaver body parts?" Molly's eye brows met in confusion.

Mrs. Hudson shivered, "None of that talk here… You're a lady." She scolds as she squeezes her hand together.

"I am sorry." Molly looks down in shame, but she's hiding the smile in her face. She bites her lip looking up, "Have a good trip."

"I'll be back as soon as I can, dear. Thank you for keeping Sherlock company." She leans forward to whisper to Molly. "Ever since this events happening he's been more secluded more lately. That man just keeps trying to solve the puzzle. I on the other hand am glad his back. It is all I care about."

"MRS. HUDSON!" Sherlock calls loudly again.

Molly shakes her head in disapproval. She was about to say something to Mrs. Hudson but she snuck inside the taxi and shut the door, she opens the window. "I'll head back as soon as I can. As soon as my sister recovers and I'll get on that next plane home." She says way too enthusiastically than normal.

Molly eyes her curiously remembering that the suitcase was certainly not just for a weekend trip, "Mrs., Hudson, what surgery is your sister having?" she asks tentatively.

Mrs. Hudson giggles, "Have her tonsils removed. Alright take care dear. Food in the freezer. Heathrow Airport please." She says in one breath and the taxi takes off after she waves at Molly.

Molly just stood there waving hesitantly still kind of surprised that Mrs. Hudson left that fast as if she's trying to break out of Baker street, or worse Sherlock. She shrugs off the thought and enters the flat shutting the door firmly behind her.

She could hear Sherlock playing his violin. The first time she heard him play the violin was three Christmases ago. She stood at this exact spot listening to him play, mesmerized by the beautiful music that was playing. When he stopped playing she walked up the steps and opened the door.

"Mrs. Hudson, I am out of tea—." He sat down on his chair scratching the bow on his head while with his free hand started plucking the string on his violin. He looks up at her and the surprise look on his face disappeared as soon as it escaped his façade. "Hello Molly." He says

"You're out of tea? Want me to make some?" She points to the kitchen as if asking permission to go to the kitchen which she has never been; she usually just stays in the living room away from his lab mess in the kitchen.

He shakes his head, and continued to pluck on his violin. "No, it's quite alright. I figured I'd let Mrs. Hudson do something I'm sure she has nothing else to do." He said. He looks like he's trying to tune his violin.

She bit to hide a smile. The flat is a mess yet it is a tidy mess at the same time. From what she notices, it seems like Mrs. Hudson has been cleaning up after Sherlock and he is deliberately keeping it a mess probably just to annoy Mrs. Hudson or just because he is Sherlock and he can do whatever he wants. "Mrs. Hudson left for Amsterdam already."

He hummed, "So it would seem," he said plainly. "I don't think Amsterdam is a good idea for her, with her favored habit that is legalized there." He sets his violin on the crook of his neck and starts playing.

She leaned on the door as she watched him play. She had to mentally tell herself to not stare at him like a love-sick puppy. He plays so beautifully that for some reason all she could see is him. It took her a few seconds to realize that he has stopped playing and was staring at her. "Oh, sorry…" she looked away from his mesmerizing gaze and just start touching her hair, twirling the ends of it when she still could feel his eyes on her. "You play beautifully." She mumbled.

"So have you heard from Tom lately?" he asks nonchalantly. He straightens the bow to his eye level as if he's trying aim at something far away.

"Um, so-sorry? What?" his question got her by surprise. Did he found out about her bumping into Tom yesterday? Surely if his homeless network knew about it it's something he doesn't really need to know or honestly it is none of his business.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You heard me. I assume you two patched things up?" he sounded disappointed and annoyed. When Molly just stared at him vacantly not understanding what he is on about, he got tired of having her understand what he meant. With his bow he pointed to her left hand.

A sudden realization that she has done something terribly wrong; she finally understood what he had meant and the fact her left hand got heavier and heavier. She could feel her ears burn of embarrassment, "Oh dear god," She was staring at her left hand and staring right back at her was the engagement ring she wore last night due to her drunken lonely state. "Oh bloody hell!" she cusses under her breath as she hastily takes the ring off and stuffs it in her pocket. I need to give to return this damn ring back it seems desperate…

"I-I" she sighs, "I have no explanation for this, other than a half bottle of wine. And no, we didn't get back together." She says quietly. She hugs herself tightly and squeezes her arms using her nails hoping that this was all a bad dream. She did not just wear her engagement ring of her failed relationship. "Women, we do silly things that we can't explain or understand."

Sherlock hummed and stands up to set the violin on the table. "Are you just going to stand there? There is a chair available to sit on. Unless you're comfortable standing there but I highly doubt that since you've had a few to drink last night and a best remedy for a hang-over is usually more sleep or just sitting. Not that I know what your remedy is." he walks to the couch on the end of the room to examine the pictures on the wall. The pictures are the crime scene at Jim Moriarty's death and the buildings around it. There are also drawings of possible scenarios of how Moriarty survived the gun shot. One picture she could clearly was a sniper at another building shooting at him to make it look and sound like he did shoot himself. She decided to not look at them because it'll probably give her a headache trying to decipher all his theories.

She sits on the John's chair and just looks at Sherlock who is standing very just his head slightly moving around the pictures. "So how have you been?"

"Mildly bored," He says dryly. He scratches his head using his bow. He is studying his theories again trying to determine if there are thing that he has missed. The mystery of Moriary's fake suicide has frustrated him since that video loop was aired. He spends most of his mornings staring at the wall, adding new information that he'd collect from his mind palace. "Molly, what do you think? What is your theory?"

She looks at the ceiling seeing if there are answers there, she had thought about this before but never dwelled on it too much. "It might already be on your wall there."

"Doesn't matter, I need a second opinion to see if it is possible."

She took a deep breath and said the first thing that she thought was possible when Moriarty's rise from the dead, "That he is still dead but there are criminals out there that wants England to think that he is still alive to give a face for fear. Having a face makes it more powerful." She cocks her head to his direction and Sherlock was just looking back at her with a dark grin on his face which made her nervous, "What?" she said shakily

He raised an eyebrow, teasing her. "Just remembering how brilliant you are."

Her heart raced when she realized that he was giving her a compliment, "Thanks." She mumbled.

He turned back into the wall and started twirling his bow making it hit something on his ankle. He kept doing that for a few more seconds until she notices that he is actually aiming something on his ankle… something that is attached to his ankle. It was a little anklet thing that blinked green every few seconds. "Sherlock, what is that?" she points at the thing around his ankle.

He hummed and looked down into his ankle; he pulls the pant leg, "This lovely thing? It's my ankle monitor." He says mildly, she could tell that he was rolling his eyes.

"Ankle monitor?" this was the first time she's heard that he's wearing a tracker. Then she realized why John had asked to keep an eye out on Sherlock, it basically means 'Make sure Sherlock doesn't do anything stupid while no one is watching to set off his anklet monitor and have the whole British Army come and arrest the world's only consulting detective.'

"Yes, technically I am still a criminal who murdered Magnussen in cold blood and everyone thinks I am still England's only hope to solve this mystery." He whips his violin bow to his wall of evidence. "Not everyone in the government believes that Moriarty is still alive but thinks this is a hoax for fear as you guessed but handful of them also thinks that I started this hoax to be able to get back to England. And since it has been about a week since the possible resurrection of the famous criminal consultant, they are starting to be suspicious." He steps over the table and walks towards her. "Thus, my lovely jewelry to tie me with the government, they should have at least taken me out for dinner." He grins at her when he brings a chuckle to her lips.

They locked eyes for a few second until she looked away blushing. Pathetic Hooper… she mentally scolds herself. She doesn't understand what he has that has gotten her smitten from the beginning. Sure, He is very easy on the eyes, high cheek bones, beautiful curls on his hair, bright blueish-green eyes, and quite every charming if he wants to be but he wasn't your normal bloke you'd want to date or even get stuck in an elevator with because you will tell you thinks that you either do not know about yourself or hide due to the subject being too sensitive. Most normal people would despise him the first time words would escape his lips and then he would have the guts to ask what was wrong having no clue that he had offended them.

She swallowed her nerves and looked up at Sherlock who was still eying her curiously, they were just staring at each other for a few more moments until she caved and finally spoke up, "Are you hungry?"

The playfullness in his face dropped and turned into a mild annoyance, he shrugged off her question and then sat down on the chair, "No."

"Sherlock…" She warned him. "When was the last time you ate?"

Humming, he places his hands together and rests chin on his fingers, "Does it matter?" he says coldly.

Molly rolls her eyes; she knows that it means he hasn't eaten for a while. She remembered the conversation they had a few years back that he doesn't eat when he's working. He's heard from John once that Sherlock would go for days or a week one time before eating. As a doctor she knows how dangerous that is, even though how much someone who thinks they are indestructible, one's body would eventually break if they don't take of themselves. She is trying to formulate what she is planning to say to say without winding him up.

"Am to understand that you are here to watch me? Because Mrs. Hudson is busy smoking it up with her sister who is probably going to have a minor surgery in a few days," he raises an eyebrow when Molly had a grin on her face, "While John and Mary are getting ready for their little girl who is getting ready to say hello to the world in the next seventy two hours, maybe." He lowers his head so the tips of his fingers are touching his lips.

She just started spatting out excuses so he wouldn't be annoyed at her, "Well no. You got to eat Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson has frozen food I can cook. You are a grown man you don't need a baby sitter. Or maybe I just did it so I decided to embarrass myself around you by wearing that ring… then possibly you can give me that I am better off story to boost up my ego or maybe I just want you to eat." She raises an eyebrow at him as well, but he wasn't looking at her.

He just grunted. A sign that he wasn't paying attention to her, he is slowly putting her on mute. Any second now she could keep talking but he would hear a word she would be saying… then she remembered what Mrs. Hudson said to her before she left. I'm sure if you dine with him and talk about the interesting things he collects from you I think he will oblige. "So Sherlock I'll make you a deal…" she leans forward to get his attention.

He meets her gaze intensely, interest shining in his eye. He learns forward and grins darkly as if he just thought of a diabolical plan that is dangerous, "And if it interest me I'll listen." He says dryly.

"In the morgue I have a donated body of a 22 year old who has suffered from Alice-in-Wonderland syndrome..." she says slowly with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "If you eat at least, I probably could give you his brain you can do experiments on. If you'd like…" Then he perked up and she could see the twinkle in his eyes like how little kids would be handed candy after being on time out.

The façade immediately dropped into an uninterested look and he leaned back on his chair, "Maybe." He says coolly.

Molly smiled and stands up, "Alright, good. What would you like to eat?"

Sherlock looked like he was considering this thought; he taps on the hand rest. "Dim sum, There is this place—"

"I know where you buy your dim sum. I'm sure if I go there tell them it is for you they'd probably know what to make. Am I correct?"

"And here you go reminding me that how brilliant you are." He stands up and walks over to his wall again.

"I try my best… I try." She shrugs.

She was about to head out the door when Sherlock clears his throat, "Molly, you are better off with out Tom and you look good too." He smiles sincerely at Molly.

A smile that made her heart race heavily threatening to jump out of her chest and maybe even making her knees buckle, turning her into a mumbling idiot if she starts talking but she knows him well enough that this smile usually has a hidden agenda towards it. She may find charms affecting her at times but she can deflect it just as much as well. She smirks at him, "Thanks Sherlock. And no, you are still eating dinner before I give you that brain." Words she never think would ever say out loud, are the only words that could make her do anything she wants him to. (or at least try.)

He frowns at her before she walks out the door with a smile on her face. He did give her a compliment and it felt did make her feel better and forgt about her problems actually the butterflies in her stomach is spreading making her fingertips all tingly…. Oh I am in so much trouble…

A:N: Alice-in-Wonderland syndrome (AIWS, named after the novel written by Lewis Carroll), also known as Todd's syndrome[1] or lilliputian hallucinations, is a disorienting neurological condition that affects human perception. Sufferers may experience micropsia, macropsia, or size distortion of other sensory modalities. A temporary condition, it is often associated with migraines, brain tumors, and the use of psychoactive drugs. It can also present as the initial sign of the Epstein-Barr Virus (see mononucleosis).[2] Anecdotal reports suggest that the symptoms of AIWS are fairly common in childhood,[citation needed] with many people growing out of them in their teens. It appears that AIWS is also a common experience at sleep onset. Alice in Wonderland Syndrome can be caused by abnormal amounts of electrical activity causing abnormal blood flow in the parts of the brain that process visual perception and texture.[3]

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