*** I do not own any of these characters. Could asking Sherlock to stay with her open his eyes? Or will this be just another case of Sherlock's post-affection rebuffs? It's high time Molly had a little revenge. Thank you guys so much for all your wonderful reviews and I'm seriously taking your critiques and ideas and using them as best as I can. Reviews are appreciated :) ***
9
I woke up alone. Instantly, I felt angry at myself for feeling the least bit shocked. There's a small part of me that hoped he'd still be here in the morning. A foolish part of me. I lay in bed, thinking through what had happened the night before. It was so stupid of me to ever dream of asking him that. I was still so angry at him about everything but it just felt right to have him there beside me. With Sherlock lying beside me, even though we weren't even touching, I finally had my first peaceful night's sleep in weeks. I decided to put away my thoughts since there were just too many to deal with on a Sunday morning. Getting out of bed, I took a quick shower and walked out into the living room. Sherlock was gone, but on my coffee table there was a note.
"Back later," I read the note aloud. Well that was kind of him, I thought, studying the note closely. His hand writing is so stylized. Incredibly messy, but stylized.
This is a start, I think as I grab my purse and leave my apartment.
Around 10pm, I'm curled on the couch with Toby, fully engrossed into yet another romance novel. Fair maiden was enraptured with the aloof and mysterious count who paid her no mind. Sounds familiar, I mused with a grimace. I The door unlocked and I looked up to see Sherlock enter my apartment with a dozen roses. My heart soared but I fought to keep calm.
"Molly," he said shoving them into my hands, causing me to drop my book. He was digging in his pocket for something.
My smile was huge and I opened my mouth to thank him when he yanked them back.
"I think I know how he died!" he exclaimed before walking towards the kitchen.
"He poisoned the flowers. I just need to figure out how it worked."
My heart sank as I realized the flowers were part of his experiment.
Grudgingly, I picked my book back up and resumed reading. A few chapters later, I heard Sherlock call my name.
"Molly. I need you stand here," he said, suddenly pulling me out of the chair and towards the front door. I need to see the scratch patterns, so I'm going to enter the front door and hand you the bouquet and I'm going to need you to hit me with them."
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Isn't it obvious? He poisoned the flowers to kill her but she was so upset that she hit him with the flowers, killing him with the poison intended for her. I need to make sure the scratch marks are conclusive," He said quickly moving to stand in front of me.
He handed me the flowers.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically before swatting him with them.
"For goodness sake Molly. I'm supposed to be a man who has wronged you and has brought you these flowers as a pitiful excuse for an apology and you are a woman who has been slighted and is so furious that she tries to beat him senseless with the flowers. Put in a little effort for goodne-"
I cut him off my bashing him with the flowers in the face. My pent up anger flooded to the surface and I continued attacking him until I felt his hands on my wrists.
"Good lord molly! You really ought to get a punching bag," he said taking the roses from me and moving back towards the kitchen.
"I'm pretty sure a gun would be better," I muttered before picking up my book and going to bed.
