Molly leans against the door, a scowl on her face. What the hell just happened? Sherlock texted her about an order, and as soon as she acquired the toes he texted her that he didn't need them. If her boss finds out… She prefers not to think about it. What could be so important that getting her fired was not an issue? A million different scenarios rush into her head at the thought and she bites her lip. There is a knock on the door and Molly backs up while it opens. Enters, a man she does not know, but oddly, he looks familiar.
"Do- Do I know you?" She asks, knowing that the answer is a blunt,
"No." The man is tall, with a curved nose and dark hair. He wears a suit and swings an umbrella at his side. "But you know my brother."
"Is-," Molly pauses, "Is Sherlock your brother?" The man smiles.
"How did you know?" Molly smiles,
"Sherlock's in here all the time, you'd think that his nose is pretty familiar." The man's grin widens,
"I'm Mycroft." He sticks his hand out and Molly shakes it.
"Molly."
"I know. Sherlock told me that you would probably be upset that he wanted you to trash the order he put in." Molly doesn't say anything and Mycroft continues, "And considering that the reason he has to leave them here is my fault, I decided that I should come in person and apologize."
"Oh." Molly doesn't say anything else.
"So, I'm sorry that Sherlock has probably gotten you into trouble and if there is anything I can do…" Molly looks up,
"Take them."
"What?" Mycroft looks horrified as Molly thrusts a paper bag into his arms,
"Take the toes so that I don't get into trouble. Those will start to smell soon, so you might want to refrigerate them soon." Mycroft blinks and grasps the bag.
"But-!"
"NO! If you don't take them, I'll be fired! I'm not supposed to…" Her voice trails off, "Only for Sherlock okay? I don't…. Steal from dead people unless he needs me to. I could get into so much trouble. And then what use would I be?" Mycroft doesn't say anything but nods to show his understanding,
"I'll need to get these…" He says after several minutes. "I'll just… Go then." He turns and walks out the door, swinging his umbrella behind him the entire time.
"Wait! Mycroft! Wait!" Mycroft turns, "It's okay. Tell him I said it's fine." Mycroft nods and leaves St. Barts, the doors swinging shut behind him.
Shoot me because not only is this short, it's ill thought out and boring. Thanks for reading it anyway though. Things have been slower for some reason. Not entirely sure why, but I don't be able to write all next week because I'll be camping (oh joy) and won't have ANYTHING. So don't forget to review and stick with me!
Until Gallifrey is free, I am yours,
Time Lord Victorious
