Chapter 2

"Hello!" the cheery voice of the one and only Anthea answers after the second ring even though Molly can hear the district sound of sirens in the background. Anthea was the only person that Molly knew that could sound happy when everything has gone to hell. She lived for those moments, the moments that she could take over and fix everything. Mycroft may be the English government but behind every great man there was an even greater woman and Mycroft's was Anthea.

Anthea might be one of the only people who truly knew what Molly was going through by being in love with Sherlock…like she didn't work for Mycroft because it was fun. She was completely and utterly in love with the man. So, one night after a serious drinking session Anthea confessed all this to Molly and knowing how tough it was offered her an out if she needed it. Flights, money, a house, anything she needed to start fresh. Today, Molly was taking her up on that offer.

So, Molly told Anthea about the letter and she agreed immediately to organised everything for her as soon as possible. Molly invited Anthea over to discuss everything over a bottle of wine and Chinese. As they ate, Anthea explained that the phone call was all part of Aero's crazy plan. I didn't really matter to Molly what was done, what was said couldn't be undone. No matter what action lead up to the event.

Anthea agreed to come with Molly for the first weeks of her new move, she would tell Mycroft that she needed a little vacation after everything that happened since she was the one cleaning up the mess that Aero left behind. She said that she would arrange her transfer from Bart's to the new morgue in so much red tape that Sherlock would never find her, not that Molly was worried that he would come and beg for her back like some love-sick puppy. The movers were arranged for the next morning and the flights were arranged for noon. Molly was relieved that it was happening so fast, it didn't give her a chance to overthink the decision.

After Anthea left, Molly cleaned up and decided to take a hot shower. Somehow she knew that she wouldn't sleep very well tonight. She laid out an outfit for the flight the next morning and began to pack a suitcase. The moving company that Anthea had organised would have her stuff moved to her new home within three days so Molly decided just to pack a weekend bag. Once she was finished, she changed into her favourite cosy pyjamas and got into bed. Staring at the ceiling, she thought about what Anthea had said how the phone call was just a part of Aero's twisted plan then why hadn't he called or texted her since surely, he'd want to clean up the mess or even get John or Greg to call to see if she was ok? Maybe she overestimated the level of their so-called friendship, maybe he didn't care about in any way more than a stranger on the street would. Even though she was accepting this fact and about to start fresh Molly couldn't help the tear that rolled down her cheek. Tonight would be the last night, the last night that she would cry over the man that was Sherlock Holmes.

Hey! Here is the second chapter! I know what some of you are saying how could Anthea and Molly have become friends…I don't really know but if you want me to go more into the backstory of them let me know. As for the fact that she is in love with Mycroft, well… everyone has their theory about Mycroft love life (non-existence of one).

Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestion on how the story should go or if you'd like me to add or change anything.

Lots of Love,

Prime Chick. Xox