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Here is chapter 3 darlings.
All Mycroft could think about was the way that smile heightened Molly's beautiful features. Sherlock had been wrong about this pathologist. There was nothing ordinary about her.
Molly was sitting on her couch when the knock sounded. She answered the door and found Anthea standing there.
"I'm here to aid you in preparing for the event this evening." Anthea said.
"Okay. Come on in." Molly let her in.
She gave Molly a dress and box of shoes.
"Put these on. I'll do your hair and make-up." Anthea explained.
Molly went into her room and looked at the dress. It was a green silk dress with a bow in the back. It was beautiful. She put the dress on and slid on the shoes. They were silver and the largest heel she had ever worn.
Anthea did Molly's hair in an elaborate bun with two strands framing her face. Her make-up was minimal for which Molly was grateful.
Mycroft arrived right on time. Molly opened the door and walked out.
"You look lovely." Mycroft said.
"Thank you." Molly replied. "Though these are the tallest heels I've ever worn, so I might fall."
"I won't let you fall." Mycroft assured her and led her to the car.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Molly inquired.
"A dinner party with the French Ambassador. You'll do fine." He said.
The car pulled up at a large mansion. Mycroft got out of the car with Molly following. Her dress hooked under her heel and she almost fell, but Mycroft caught her around the waist.
"Thanks."
"I told you I wouldn't let you fall." Mycroft said. He led her inside. A very important looking man walked up to them.
"Mr. Holmes, how nice of you to join us this evening." He said.
"Yes, Sir. Glad to be here." Mycroft made a face that only Molly could see. She giggled.
"Who is your companion?" The Ambassador asked.
"This is Doctor Molly Hooper, a friend of mine."
"Doctor Hooper, a pleasure." He kissed her hand. "I must go speak to the Prime Minister. Enjoy yourselves."
"Would you care to dance?" Mycroft asked.
"Sure. I-I guess." Molly said with a hint of uncertainty.
Mycroft took Molly's hands and they began a slow waltz.
"Be confident. You know the steps just fine." Mycroft encouraged her. "There's a good girl." She began dancing perfectly.
"May I cut in?" A familiar baritone voice asked.
"Sherlock?" Molly inquired.
"Yeah." He said.
"I suppose you may cut in." Mycroft said.
Molly and Sherlock continued to dance. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on a case. It is I who should be asking why you are here." Sherlock replied.
"I'm here with your brother." Molly said.
"Did he kidnap you? I sincerely apologize." Sherlock teased.
"No. He invited me." Molly replied.
"Why would he do that?"
"I don't really know, but he is trying to be my friend." Molly answered.
"Mycroft doesn't have friends." Sherlock scoffed.
"That's what he said, but do remember that you said the same thing. Look at you now, you have a group of friends." Molly smiled.
"Touché, but Mycroft isn't called the Ice Man for nothing." Sherlock said.
The man in question came over to them.
"I think you have a case you should be solving. I'll take Miss Hooper back now." Mycroft said.
"Fine. Molly, I'll see you later." Sherlock left.
"Did he tell you anything interesting?" Mycroft asked.
"Not really." Molly replied.
They went to the large table to eat.
"Mycroft, who is this lovely young lady with you?" A woman asked.
"Lady Anne, this is Doctor Molly Hooper." Mycroft introduced.
"Molly is such a pretty name." Lady Anne said. "And may I say you look positively stunning my dear."
"Thank you." Molly said, blushing from the attention.
The dinner progressed nicely. The whole time Molly was beaming. Mycroft thought she fit in perfectly. He liked the smile on her face as she interacted with everyone. She was self-conscious until you show her there is no need to be.
They walked out to the car at the end of the evening.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Molly?" Mycroft inquired.
"Yes. It was lovely. I thought I would be shy, but I wasn't. Oh, I'm rambling. I'm so sorry." Molly blushed. A look Mycroft was enjoying seeing.
"It's fine." He said.
"I truly did have fun though."
"Good."
The car slowed when it reached Molly's flat.
"Thank you for accompanying me this evening." Mycroft said.
"Thank you for inviting me." Molly replied. She kissed him on the cheek and left the car.
Mycroft's hand flew to where Molly had kissed him. Her lips had been so soft.