It is here we go back to Mycroft, who at this moment in time is walking through the doors his younger brother had just vacated. He looked around to find Molly on the other side of the morgue, head down and clearly sobbing. Mycroft rushed over to her, the flowers in his hand forgotten. "Dr. Hooper, what ever is the matter?"

Molly looked up, "Hello Mycroft." she sniffed. They had come to know each other quite well since the incident with the woman. It stared off with Mycroft asking what his brother was up to at Barts. He was only going to come the once and then have the place bugged but he found he rather enjoyed the pathologists company. He rarely enjoyed the company of others and found their stupidity trying. But Molly was different, she was clever and actually quite perceptive in her own way. Mostly of peoples feelings, something the Holmes brothers were not blessed in. No, he enjoyed her company. So much so that he came to visit at least once a week, and when your the British government that is quite a lot.

Molly sniffed again. "Sherlock?" Mycroft enquired putting his arm round her in an awkward hug. He was never particularly good at physical contact, though better than perhaps Sherlock.

"How did you guess?" she smiled up at him, her big brown eyes puffy from crying.

"Past experience." he smiled sadly. It tortured him that Molly couldn't see what he had to offer, but rather opted to the younger, less steady model of Holmes. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he was fond of the pathologist, and thought that maybe he could make her happy. But she was blinded by Sherlock. And besides, at 41 he was almost ten years older than her. The only thing they had in common was, in his opinion, what was keeping them apart.

"Your so good Mycroft." She sighed, burying her face in her chest. "So good to me."

Oh Dr. Hooper, he thought I would give the stars if you only asked. This was when he remembered the flowers. "Um, I got you a little something." he said, brandishing them,"They seemed your colour."

"Oh Mycroft! They're beautiful! How did you know?" The smile lit up her face as she took them from him and went to find some water. Well old chap, he thought, now or never.

"Dr. - Molly." She turned around from the sink inquisitively. "I have greatly enjoyed you company these past few months and I wondered if, um, you would like to continue our meetings outside the morgue." he waited with baited breath.

Molly stopped what she was doing and considered what he said. "What, you mean, like, coffee?"

"Yes that is exactly what I mean, coffee. Would you like to join me for coffee?" Mycroft mentally scolded himself at the tone of his voice and rushed delivery.

"I'd like that." said Molly. "Actually I'd like that quite a lot."

Xxx

As Mycroft beamed at the acceptance of his offer something was watching in the shadows. The something felt an evil smile creep across his face as he plotted his revenge. That something was Sherlock Holmes.

I'm not sure what to think about this. Thoughts? I'll get onto Mummy Holmes eventually I promise, but right now I'm having far too much fun. A lot of you said you liked the texting of the first chapter, so I'll put more of that in. Maybe between the brothers, who knows?