If I may, I just want to take a moment to thank you to Adi Who is Also Mou, daisherz365, magicstrikes, TheAnnoyingOne97, TheSmilingCat, Itsjustme, GuEsT, ArtyDiane, and Guest for reviewing these past few chapters! *hugs* And also to my dear 11 followers and the 4 who favourited this - it means so much to me that you'd follow/favourite this little fic :) *hugs* -I wonder if you guys are still here, cos, you know, it's been more than 4 months since the last update...

"The game, Molly, is on," Sherlock whispered conspiratorially as he looked over the wall he was hiding behind to the room opposite of where he was.

"Sherlock…" Molly whispered back from behind him, nervous at being caught.

"Shh, Molly; silence is of the essence."

"I thought it's 'time is of the essence'?"

"Not much difference, Molly," he scowled pointedly at the ponytailed girl.

"Yes; you're ruining the sentence," she crossed her arms in defense.

"It's called 'improving'. Now shh!"

She huffed and tiptoed, looking over the taller boy's shoulder to take a look outside while at the same time not give herself away. They were in one of the 7 bedrooms in the Holmes' gorgeous and spacious mansion. Their mothers were in the sitting room, discussing about adult stuff, and had shooed the kids away, leaving and forcing them to entertain themselves. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sherlock announced that he required her assistance regarding a 'mission' he had wished to partake for quite some time now.

"Sher-" she started, but was immediately cut off with his hand to her mouth.

"Wait; he's coming out." He manoeuvuered them back into the room's darkness.

She shook her head off the hand and cocked her head to one side, staring at the now energetic boy. "Do we really need to steal Mr Mycroft's cookies?"

Sherlock stood smiling like a Cheshire cat. "We're not stealing. We're helping Brother Mycroft with his diet."

"I think if he were to find out about this, we'll be helping him raise his blood pressure instead."

"No, he won't. Well, there'll be the upcoming lectures and tons of scolding and spitting of saliva, but he'll not get high blood pressure."

"Why are you so- wait, he's coming this way!" Molly immediately lowered her voice at the sound of footsteps seemingly headed towards them.

"Oh, uh, here; closet." Sherlock pushed her in,then entered after her and closed the door.

"I still think it's a bad idea, Sherlock," she whispered to him, eyes on the closet door.

He shook his head. "It's gonna be good for Brother Mycroft in the long run."

She rolled her eyes at that. She knew that his real agenda was definitely not 'helping Brother Mycroft with his diet'. Well, true, Mr Mycroft certainly needs help to…tone down his body…weight…and shape…, but Sherlock was doing this to get back at him for taking his black car away. 'Revenge is sweet', and 'sweet' in this case came in the form of a jar of cookies Sherlock had discovered in his brother's room. Upon further investigation, a secret stash of jelly babies and 2 boxes of chocolates surfaced. Really, Brother Mycroft - you call this 'dieting'?

She only helped him out in this crazy plan because he was Sherlock Holmes. How could she not help?

"Okay, he's gone," Sherlock whispered, and they got out of the closet.

"Now, on the count of one,we run over to Brother Mycroft's room. You go for the cookie jar under his study desk while I aim for the jelly babies and chocolates in the not-so-secret secret compartment. We only have 3 minutes to do this and run down to the kitchen in order to escape undetected, so ONE!" and he dashed off.

"WHAT?!" You call that a countdown?!

Nevertheless, she ran after him into Mycroft's room, and was momentarily impressed by what she saw.

Books were stacked in neat rows at the corners of the room, bed made nicely, clothes all folded and hanged in the cupboards. Everything had a place in his room and it was military clean, unlike Sherlock's. She recalled once, shrieking at the sight of a dead lizard next to a glob of slimey substance behind the door of the youngest Holmes' room.

"Molly, jar!" She was brought back to the present and immediately spotted the jar. Yellow colour. It reminded her of Cookie Monster from Seseme Street. She grabbed it and rushed to the door, seeing her 'partner-in-crime' already waiting for her.

"Cookies, check; chocolates, check - and jelly babies to manual." Sherlock nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's move." Molly nodded, and he led her down the staircase to the kitchen, with her trying to keep up with his longer strides.

They finally got to the kitchen, where there was no one about, and collapsed on the floor, then started laughing for a moment. They calmed down and Sherlock offered Molly a jelly baby, which she looked at apprehensively. Encouraged by his pouting face, however, she hesitantly popped it into her mouth.

"Won't be long now," he smirked.

"'Won't be long now', what?" she asked, suddenly feeling queasy.

"Just Brother Mycroft finding out his stash's gone missing and coming down to shout at us," he replied, one hand waving in the air nonchalantly. "He's quite protective of his things, and can always tell if they were touched or, in this case, disappeared."

Molly grimaced. This isn't going to end well, she thought gloomily.

"Ah, in three," he put up three fingers and counted down, "two, one, and-"

"SHERLOCK!"

"-there goes the bell."

Yes. I'm shocked myself that this little fic is updated after more than -oh how many was it again?- 3 months? In truth, I have no idea whether I want to keep this as 'in-progress' or not, because I currently am quite dry with ideas... However, if anyone of you have a tinny kiddy idea involving these two, may I request that you leave it in a review, or PM me? If not, then I'll leave this as 'complete' in about a week or two, and concentrate on giving you other one-shots :) All in all, I do hope you still enjoyed reading this! :DDD