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Chapter Three
"What the hell!" She screamed when she reached the apartment.
Sherlock sat in his chair, legs crossed, elbows on his knees & his steepled fingers under his chin, eyes closed & apparently deaf ears as well.
"Mind palace," she growled, "I'll show you...you wait", she murmured & looked around the room. She rummaged through the messy living room & found a cushion, which she threw across the room, hitting him squarely in the face.
"Ow!", he gasped as his head leaned back from the force of the strike & blinked thrice till his eyes focused at the cause of the problem, "What?!", his eyes threw daggers at her.
"What did you do to my apartment", she scowled.
"Oh that", his frown got replaced with a big grin, "I got Mycroft to handle it. So you could move in easily & quickly."
She clenched & unclenched her teeth, as if trying to weight what she was going to say.
"Oh please...", he groaned
"Please what?". She frowned
"Don't ask me to thank Mycroft."
"I wasn't!"
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't!"
"You were."
"You bloody buffoon!"
She grabbed another cushion & threw it at him, but this time his presence of mind saved him & he swiftly caught the cushion, holding it in front of his face. He peeked out from behind it & gave her a boyish smile.
Not again…Ok calm down Molly. It's just facial muscles, teeth, dimples…a facial muscle deformity…but oh God, he looks so cute! His dimples &-shut up!
"I'm not staying Sherlock."
"Then where will you go?"
"To my parents house..."
"So you expect to travel to Northern England, at night, by train, without money?", he smirked.
"Oh I have money you bl-", she stopped mid-sentence and stared at him suspiciously while her hand made its way to her purse, & ruffled the contents in it. She looked in her purse to check her purse thoroughly, but when she turned her attention to him, she saw him twirling a thin, hard card. A big smile plastered on his face.
"Give it back to me, before I break your face", she growled.
"Mmm...no."
"Give it back."
"Nope."
"Please."
"Nope, you're staying here."
"But-"
"No buts, you are staying here & this piece of plastic stays with me."
"Why the hell me!"
"Because you'll help me with my experiments", he gestured towards the mess on the table.
"You mean cleaning?"
"I said helping with my experiments, Molly", he growled.
"Fine! Which one is my room, then?", she sighed.
He pointed his forefinger towards the ceiling, "It's John's old room."
"Alright, could you order dinner or-", he glared at her, "ok...I'll order it myself...", she quietly made her way to John's room & pushed open the door.
"Well...",she sighed & took in the room, "it is bigger than mine...and all my stuff is...here", she grumbled & started putting the things around the room as she wanted to.
She was busy sorting her stuff when she felt something amiss. She frowned & looked around her, her eyes darting around the room, her feet shuffling unnecessarily as if longing contact & then it hit her. She scowled & bolted down the stairs into the living room, to find the detective in the mind palace pose. She smiled devilishly & quietly walked into the kitchen, poured herself a class of cold water & walked up to him with the glass in her hand.
"Sherlock?", she whispered quietly, hoping he wouldn't respond. When he didn't she snarled & splashed the water in his face. The poor detective spluttered, his arms flailing, trying to make a towel appear mid-air in vain.
Molly walked to John's chair, flopped down in it, crossed her arms & legs while she enjoyed the view. It took barely ten seconds for Sherlock to realize what had happened & fix his cold stare on her.
"Awake already?", she faked a sweet smile. Sherlock stared at her, just as she stared back at him. Both of them fighting a silent eye-battle. The battle would've gone on longer, had Molly not shuffled her feet unconsciously, distracting Sherlock.
"Oh…", Sherlock smirked & leaned back in his chair as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket. Molly raised her eyebrow & scowled.
"Oh what?"
"The cat", he kept smirking at her. This time he had the upper hand & he wasn't going to let it change.
Molly sat up slightly & blushed with embarrassment, apologizing to Toby for forgetting about him & getting lost in the battle of…eyes?
"Y-Yes…umm well, where is he?", she tried to bring in the strict tone, but failing miserably, when her tone pitched higher.
"I asked the movers to hand it over to the cat catchers. I'm not very fond of cats, you see", he leaned forward & ruffled the papers in front of him, in search of his phone.
"What?!", she yelled & stood up from the chair, "You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't? I already have Molly. Now stop wasting my time. Where is my phone?", he scowled at the table, trying to will the phone out of the mess. Unable to cope with Sherlock's barbaric behavior, she turned back towards the stairs, stumbling on her way, but reaching safely to her room & sobbing into her hands. Her feet still kept shuffling uneasily as she thought about her cat. She kept her head bowed in her hands, when she heard the door creak open.
"Go away, Sherlock", she whimpered into her hand, "I don't want to talk to y-oh! Toby!"
Molly jumped up when she felt the familiar soft fur on her bare feet & she leaned down to pick the tabby & nuzzled into his fur.
"Toby, Toby, Toby!", she kept cooing & nuzzling the cat as she sat back down on her bed. When Toby thought that her human had done enough nuzzling, he jumped out of her arms & ran out the door, from between two long legs. Molly looked up at the owner as he walked into the room towards her.
"This isn't over", she spat.
"But I brought your cat back", Sherlock pouted.
"You didn't send him anywhere. There wasn't any bringing back", she looked up at him with a scowl. Sherlock leaned down, his nose barely touching hers.
"Fair enough. I tried going easy. Now I'll be Sherlock Holmes", he whispered & smirked at her as he saw her pupils dilate.
"But you are Sherlo-uunnf!", before she could say anything else, Sherlock ruffled his wet hair in her face, splattering water on her & quickly making for the door before she could get her hands on him.
"The game is on, Molly Hooper!"
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