Title: Subversive
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:I don't own the characters; they belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And I certainly didn't come up with the brilliant idea of doing a modern adaption of the Sherlock Holmes series, Mr. Moffat and Mr. Gatiss did. I just came up with the idea for this fic. Also Mary Russell created by Laurie R. King, not my character either.

*Author's Note: Apologies for the delay in updating to people who have favourite and followed this story, thank you so much for it also, am so chuffed that you like this story. Thank you to DonnaDonnaNoble for reviewing, thank you for your kind words.

Also, a bit of a final note before I continue the story, sorry for the repetition with some of this, it's from another character's POV.

'Ok, let me take one last look at you before we do this' Molly Hooper said as she quickly scanned over her friend's clothes.

'Molly, the clothes are ok. I have been in disguise before today' Sherlock Holmes told his friend.

'Yeah, well you can't exactly go in dressed as you. Besides, if I recall you were the one who begged me for lab access again. I only agreed so that you would stop terrorising Toby in your boredom' Molly told him. Sherlock rolled his eyes at this.

'Why such an elaborate disguise though?' Sherlock asked.

'She's unlike the others around here Sherlock. She reminds me almost of you.' Molly said.

Sherlock looked at her with a look as if to say that he severely doubted that.

She stopped and felt her cheeks redden up and cleared her throat.

'I'll go first, keep quiet until I introduce you' she told him.

Molly pushed the door open, Sherlock followed close behind, the door closed behind them. There was a woman sitting at one of the lab workstations testing samples and working at the paperwork that accompanied it. She was dressed in plain blouse and suit trousers and a pair of flat shoes. She had her hair tied back and had a pair of magnifying glasses in her hair held on the head like sunglasses.

'Mary' he heard Molly say. She looked up from her work and he noted that she was clearly nervous. Sherlock stood close behind Molly. The clothes she had him wear were uncomfortable, he found himself unconsciously adjusting small aspects of his disguise. 'This is Dr. Arthur Bell, he's going to be joining us here Mary.' He heard Molly tell her adding 'Arthur, I'll like you to meet Mary King' Molly told him.

He put out his hand for to shake hers, she reciprocated.

'Tell me Dr. Bell, do you perform in a group or play just for fun' she asked him.

'Excuse me?' he replied rather bemused.

'Your hands, in particular your fingers. They have calluses on them, suggesting to me that you like to play a stringed instrument, a guitar, violin, cello or other stringed instrument...'

'Ahem, Mary you said you wouldn't ' said Molly.

'Oh right, sorry' she said rather embarrassed, her cheeks starting to go a pinkish hue before adding 'Molly, if you don't mind I have to get back to work. Dr Bell, it was nice to meet you, and sorry again for that. Force of habit, I'm afraid ' He just stared at her part shocked, part bemused.

What snapped him back to reality was Molly calling him to leave with her. Sherlock turned to leave, but took a few steps back to Mary.

'It's the violin by the way' he said to Mary before Molly called him again. She grinned at him, he grinned back before he left yet again.

'Was anything the matter, Sherlock?' Molly asked him when he had joined her finally in the hallway outside the lab.

'No, nothing' he replied adding 'Mary rather intrigues me, she seems familiar somehow. '

'What? That she reminds you of you' Molly quipped smiling cheekily.

Sherlock shot her a look and nervous Molly returned in that instance.

'B-but this is the first time the two of you met, isn't it?' Molly asked tentatively.

'It would seem so' Sherlock pensively replied.

An uncomfortable silence descended on the two for a moment before Sherlock spoke again sighing.

'I suppose though Molly Hooper, I shall think of where I have seen your colleague at another time'

Molly smiled to herself as they both made their way down the corridor. Having Sherlock around all the time at her work was going to go ok after all.