Hi everyone! I time skipped a few months! Time skips yay! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it's going to start getting pretty intense after this. So stay tuned!
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THREE MONTHS LATER
Molly was elbows deep in a corps when she heard her mobile chirp from her coat pocket. The pathologist let out a sigh and took off her gloves, making sure to throw them away in the correct bin before going to wash her hands; luckily this was the final corpse she had to do before going back to the lab and starting on her endless paperwork. Not that she cared, she really needed the distraction since she didn't really have anything to go home to well, except her cat Irving and Mrs. Hudson. It had been three months since the wedding and three months since she last spoke to Sherlock. Mycroft occasionally told her how he was doing, but he never really went into detail, which frustrated her.
"It must be a family thing." she grumbled under her breath.
Grabbing a few paper towels, Molly wiped her hands clean and walked over to her coat, she took out her mobile and looked down on who it was from. It wasn't uncommon for Mycroft to text her, after Sherlock left it became a little more common for Mycroft to come over for tea sometimes they would even go to a tea house. She didn't know if he actually liked spending time with her or if he wanted to spend time with someone who was as worried about Sherlock as he was. Despite the reason, she enjoyed the company of the older Holmes.
It would be a delight if you could join me for tea, Miss Hooper. -MH
Molly hit reply and began to type:
That sounds lovely. Where? -M
A few seconds later her mobile chirped again.
I will have you picked up. -MH
Molly put her mobile away and nodded to herself, she was glad she wasn't getting picked up after her shift, she didn't know what she would do if she entered one of those incredibly posh places Mycroft chose when they had tea smelling like death. Molly was only half way done with her shift, hopefully four hours was enough to finish up her paperwork.
"Alright then, back to work." she told herself.
It turns out four hours was not enough time to finish her paperwork, why didn't that surprise her? If she didn't have to meet Mycroft she would have stayed overtime, but honestly she wasn't really in the mood. The brunette looked out the cab window as it pulled up to the familiar street. Molly paid the driver and entered the building, she could hear the telly from Mrs. Hudson's flat, both women had adopted the habit of leaving the doors open, they claimed it was for Irving, since the cat enjoyed spending time with Mrs. Hudson and then going upstairs to sleep. Honestly, Molly had gotten used to living with someone else and the flat felt empty without Sherlock. had made it a habit of making dinner in the flat, and they agreed that keeping the doors open was a brilliant idea. Mrs. Hudson locked the front door that would allowed anyone to enter the building, they had to think about safety after all.
"I'm home!" she called out.
She heard soft footsteps and the familiar jingling of Irving's collar; the black cat appeared out of the flat first and mewed at her. Molly scooped him up, Irving reciprocated by purring and rubbing his face against hers.
"Hello, cutie." she cooed.
Mrs. Hudson appeared at the door and smiled kindly at the brunette.
"How was work, dear? I made a pie if you're hungry it'll go well with a nice warm cuppa." she chirped.
Molly smiled at the older woman and shook her head.
"Work went well. And no thanks you. I'm actually going to leave after a quick shower; I'm having tea with Mycroft."
Mrs. Hudson smiled at her suddenly.
"Oh! That's lovely! Maybe he'll tell you something about Sherlock? We haven't gotten any new information for a month now!" the old woman exclaimed.
Molly nodded and set Irving on the floor, the black cat trotted up the stairs and headed into the other flat. Molly made a face before turning to look at Mrs. Hudson, the last thing she had on Sherlock was that he was in San Francisco, but that had been almost a month ago. Mycroft had avoided anything Sherlock related in their last tea session.
"Yes, maybe he'll have something to keep us sane." she said teased.
Molly said her goodbyes to the older woman and headed upstairs to get ready. Molly took a quick shower and quickly dried it she changed into a pair of trousers and a white tank top and threw a green cardigan over herself. As Molly applied make up she heard a knock on the door.
"Miss Hooper?" she heard Anthea say.
Molly put her make up away and walked to the living room where Anthea sat on the couch typing away on her mobile.
"Sorry, the door was open." she said.
Molly gave he a shrug "It's fine." she told her.
The woman gave her a once over before getting up "Shall we then?"
The pair headed down the stairs, Molly said good bye to Mrs. Hudson and Irving before exiting the building and entering the black car parked in front of the flat. Both women rode in silence, Molly liked Anthea and occasionally the two would make small talk, but she never really knew what to talk to her about, it wasn't like she could ask her about her personal life she never really answered those anyways.
Molly was happy when the car stopped; she exited the car after Anthea and followed the woman into the tea room where she immediately spotted Mycroft and a familiar sandy-haired man sitting with his back to her. As she got closer to the table Mycroft looked from John and smiled widely at her.
"Ah, Miss Hooper. I'm so pleased you can join us. Please sit." he said kindly.
He motioned to the other empty seat and Molly plopped down, she then looked at John and smiled.
"Hello, John. How's it going?" she said in a friendly tone.
Molly hadn't really spoken to John since he and Mary had returned from their honeymoon, they had gone to Italy judging by the pictures and Mary's endless chattering.
"It's pretty good, I got a job at a new clinic." he began.
Molly smiled at him "Oh that's wonderful!"
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, John then turned to Mycroft and frowned slightly.
"So why have you brought us here?" he asked.
A woman came by and poured them all tea into beautiful china cups, Mycroft smiled politely at the woman and took the cup in his hands. he took a sip of his tea, it wasn't until the woman was out of earshot did he speak.
"Molly and I have tea all the time. Don't we?" he said.
Molly nodded and took a sip of her tea.
"Oh? But... I'm not usually invited to these things..." John went on.
Mycroft chuckled "Yes, Well I need to talk to you both."
"Is it about Sherlock?" she said suddenly.
The table silenced and both John and Molly turned to Mycroft. The older Holmes cleared his throat suddenly and took another sip of his tea.
"As you are both aware, I have kept tabs on my brothe-" he began.
"Just get on with it." interrupted John.
Mycroft cleared his throat and nodded.
"You two are considered one of the two most important people in Sherlock's life so it only seemed fair to tell you this very unfortunate news." he said.
Molly knitted her brows "What does that mean, Mycroft?" she said with concern.
"It seems." he began "Sherlock has gone missing."
