11. Wearing Onesies

It was just after one in the morning when Molly heard a pounding at her front door. Shivering and groaning, Molly wrapped her quilt tightly around herself and – very unwillingly – left the relative warmth and comfort of her bed to answer the door. The air in her apartment was quite chilly, and the only person she would answer the door to in these circumstances was the only person who would pound on it at this hour.

With a very sour expression on her face, Molly opened her front door to see Sherlock standing bundled in his coat and scarf, shivering. The moment the door had opened wide enough, Sherlock hurried inside the flat only to scoff. "Good God, Molly, why is your heat not working?"

Molly, still exhausted and cold, rolled her eyes and shut her front door. "The furnace is down, and the superintendent won't return my calls. Why are you here at this hour, anyway?"

"Just finished a case, here was closer than Baker Street, and I wanted to see you," said Sherlock logically. "Which apartment is your superintendent residing in?"

Under normal circumstances, Molly would have told Sherlock not to bother the man at this hour, but she was freezing and grumpy from little sleep, so she said, "3A, first floor."

"I'm sure I can persuade him to fix our problem," said Sherlock with a confident smirk. Molly couldn't help but agree. Just one look, one well-placed deduction in the right spot…

"I'd appreciate that," she said. "I'll start some tea."

Sherlock was about to turn and walk out the door when he caught sight of her feet peeking out beneath the quilt. A small smile appeared on his face. "Those aren't slippers, Molly."

The pathologist looked down at her feet and immediately looked back up with a scarlet face, wrapping the quilt even more tightly around her. "I only wear it on really, really cold nights like this one. Tease me all you want when it's warmer in here and I've woken up a bit more, ok?"

Sherlock grinned, tenderly kissed her nose, and left to hunt down the superintendent. Molly groaned and headed back into her bedroom to try and warm up again. But before she could settle down, her mobile vibrated on her bedside table. She took it and unlocked the message, which was from an unknown number she knew meant Sherlock's brother. The message was short: Thought you may have need to this in the future. Molly knew it must refer to the photograph he had sent with the message so she opened it.

And she burst into giggles.

It was an image of a little boy no older than two, with black curls, bright eyes, and his thumb in his mouth. He wore a baby blue onesie and had a big yellow teddy bear clutched to his chest.

Molly quickly texted her everlasting gratitude to Mycroft and saved the photo. Oh, yes. That could come in very useful.


A/N: Another tricky one. I actually had a friend who wears one on really cold nights, and I wish I had one too. Where we come from, winters are very cold, so we're not ashamed!