I hope you liked a little Lestrade in the last chapter. Picture him as young; just out of the academy Lestrade. Clearly not the D.I. Lestrade we know today.
Yes, David is evil (all for the name of drugs & money too). I thought about making a Moriarty connection already. Not sure if the name will be dropped or not (my mind is working out some of the chapters a little more) but we will find that David is very two faced. Even if Moriarty is not mentioned, I guarantee that David has gotten some assistance from the consulting criminal in some point of David's drug/prostitution ring.
Thank you so much for your reviews! I thought I was happy with just the followers and the ones who have favorite my story - but then I got the reviews saying keeping it up and you made my heart even happier. I am still very nervous about posting.
In this chapter (and probably the next) we see the sweet side of David that Molly wants to see in her brother. Finishing up the last little bit of the 5th chapter so it will be up either today or tomorrow. Thank you for reading!
Molly and Sherlock got out of a yellow New York taxi cab on Winter's street. Molly looked up at the tall building where Detective Camron had said was the last known address for Molly's brother, David Hooper. The apartment building was an old brick that reached about ten floors. For the surroundings of the building, groups of people stood around with unkempt trash bins and the weeds needed attending to. If Sherlock was not at her side, Molly thought as she looked over the neighborhood, she would not feel safe at all.
"Don't look so nervous Molly." Sherlock said, "it's just like London but with annoying loud music blaring in the background."
They approached a row of buzzers with names listed across. They buttons were worn and dingy with the names all written on temporary pieces of paper meaning that the tenants usually didn't stay long. Pushing the buzzer beside David Hooper's name, Molly waited for a reply.
"Yo - what up?" The voice came across.
"Um, David? It's me - Molly." Molly replied through the speaker.
"Molly...Molly who?" David said, "Wait, Molly from the club last night? Yeah, I'm sorry for skipping out on you..."
Molly looked back to Sherlock and mouthed What? and then turned back to the speaker, "No David, it's your sister, Molly."
There was a buzzing sound and then Molly and Sherlock were allowed to enter the building. Walking up three flights of stairs, they finally came across a door with the address 2B. David opened the door to them.
"Wow, I can't believe it's you." David said.
"May we come in?" Molly asked.
David stepped aside. Molly entered the apartment, followed by Sherlock. Molly looked around and saw a torn up couch up against the wall. There was a half eaten bag of chips and hamburger wrapper laying on a cushion.
"Nice flat." Molly politely said. She and Sherlock sat down on the couch.
David glanced around and nodded, "Thanks. So, is this your boyfriend? Molly Hopper finally land herself a boyfriend?"
Molly blushed, "No - no, this is my friend Sherlock Holmes. He came with me from London."
"Well he must be getting something if he came all this way with you." David said.
Molly looked away out of embarrassment. "Maybe this was a bad idea." She whispered to Sherlock.
"Can I offer you something to drink or eat?" David offered. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, studying both Molly and Sherlock carefully.
"No thank you - we're fine." Molly said. David took a swig of the Vodka bottle that was on the counter. It was around 3/4ths full.
"So, what brings my big sister all the way from the mother land? Mom and Pop send you? What have you been a bad girl too?" David asked.
"What? No David, Mum and Dad died a long time ago. I sent you letters but I'm sorry that you did not get them. I wasn't sure if I had a right address." Molly said.
"Oh that - yeah, forgot about that. Best party nights in my life!" David laughed.
"Maybe we should go." Molly said to Sherlock. "I"m sorry but this was a mistake." Molly said to David as she walked to the door.
"But you just got here! Don't you want to have a tour of the place?" David mocked.
This was when Sherlock finally spoke, "Tour of the place? No we do not need a tour to see that sleep on a mattress that lays on your bedroom floor, that while the water in your lube works you clearly have not showered in days and that you are so high right now that once your sister leaves your life for good when she walks out that door, you will forget all about it because you will turn to that pipe you have hiding in your kitchen top drawer.
David starred at Sherlock, trying to work his mind at what he had just said. "Good bye David." Molly said as she opened the front door.
David quickly ran past Sherlock, "Hey wait!" David said as he slammed the door shut. "Can't we just talk for a minute? Look I'm sorry - I was just surprised to see you is all."
Molly looked into her younger brother eyes but left her hand on the door knob.
"Look, let me get cleaned up a bit and I can take you out to eat." David offered, "We can all go." David looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock could read David, but not clearly. David took his sister and Sherlock to a little restaurant that held a 1950's American theme where the waitresses all wore poodle skirts.
"So, how have you been? You got a job or something?" David asked.
"I'm a pathologist." Molly smiled.
"Cool, what is that like someone who works in the zoo or something?" David asked as he took a bite out of his hamburger. Sherlock rolled his eyes - clearly only Molly got the better part of a good education.
"No David, I work in a hospital morgue and run autopsies." Molly said.
"Well now that is cool!" David smiled.
"And David, what is it that you currently do for a living?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm currently unemployed." David sheepishly said.
"Doesn't that sound promising." Sherlock said. David eyed Sherlock.
"No, no" Molly laughed Sherlock's comment off, "he just means you will find something soon."
Sherlock grinned, "Yes, I'm sure."
"So," David looked at his sister, "after all of this time, how come you came to see me now?"
"I was told you were dead and that the police wanted me to identify your body." Molly said.
"What? Why did they they think it was me?" David asked.
"Due to the corpse possessing your wallet." Sherlock said.
"Look David, I am so thankful it was not you." Molly said, "But I don't understand why this person had your wallet."
A light build seemed to have gone off in David's head as he quickly checked his pockets. "Damn it! My wallet, I didn't even know that it was missing. Yo I'm sorry to do this but you two have any cash on you?"
"My treat." Molly said. "But I am sure that if you go down to the police station and talk to Detective Camron, he can get you back your wallet. At least maybe your ID."
"So when are you going back home?" David asked.
"Tomorrow morning." Molly said. "Our flight leaves at eleven o'clock."
"Not much time to see the sights." David said.
"No, but I'm afraid we have to get back. The hospital wouldn't allow me much time off at sudden notice." Molly said.
"Well, it was nice seeing you." David said. The three of them stepped out of their booths. Molly gave David a hug goodbye.
"Please keep in touch. Send me some more postcards like you used to or even call." Molly said.
"I will big sis." David said as he left the restaurant.
Molly paid the bill and then together she and Sherlock hailed a cab back to the hotel.
"Thank you." Molly said to Sherlock once they were back at the hotel.
"For what?" Sherlock asked.
"For coming here with me. I don't think I could have done all of this alone - I don't even know what I would have done if I did identify David in that morgue."
"It was my pleasure Molly Hooper." Sherlock said. He leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek good night. Both starred into each others eyes before Sherlock leaned down again and kissed her on the mouth. Molly returned the kiss by leaning more into Sherlock, wrapping her arms around her neck. Suddenly Sherlock pulled away.
"Good night." Sherlock said, almost out of breath.
"Good night." Molly quietly said back.