Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, and this story is un-betaed, so please forgive the mistakes and the typos.
Prompt from Sammykatz: "Someone is threatening to harm children in the hospital's daycare. Molly is defending the children. Actually standing between the mad man with the weapon and the children. Sherlock can do nothing but watch. Molly saves the day by herself."
One of the things that Sherlock Holmes hated most ( more than incompetent idiots at a crime scene, more than his brother's constant meddling into his life, even more than the lack of interesting cases during festive season) was passivity. Do you want to know what was even worse? Forced passivity.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to change his condition; nothing but watching Molly Hooper trying to negotiate with an insane kidnapper.
It had been all his fault, he knew it. He had been the one that had asked the pathologist to do him a favor, and pick their god-daughter, from St. Bart's crèche, because he was too busy trying to wrap up a case for Lestrade. John and Mary were both on a conference trip, and Sherlock had assured them that he could babysit baby Watson for three days...with the obvious assistance by the godmother, and also his girlfriend, Molly. And now, it was only the second day, Molly and Olivia were trapped in a highly dangerous situation, and he could only watch the scene through the closed-circuit webcam.
The consulting detective had already deduced everything he could about the criminal: 45 years old, a problem of alcoholism that added up to the early stages of the Parkinson he was starting to show, only worsened the nervous shaking of his left hand, the one that was holding the gun. His wife had taken his only child away from him (with good reasons, because the state of his knuckles told him a story of abuses towards both of them) and now the bastard wanted to take his revenge against the poor teacher who has testified against him. The only obstacle to his plan, was a tiny, defenceless pathologist. His pathologist.
Sherlock observed Molly assume a defense posture: her shoulders hunched forwards, her eyes fixed on the carpet...he watched her lips moving, but unfortunately there was no audio, so he could only presume she was speaking to him, probably trying to convince him to let the children go. His deduction was correct, because a good ten minutes later the man opened the door and let the toddlers (included Olivia) free, leaving only Molly and the teacher as his hostages.
What had happened next, left Sherlock breathless - and he had witnessed a lot of things, in his career. The last of the children was barely out of the room, when Molly, with a feline jump, reached the kidnapper and punched him on his left elbow, while with her other hand she grabbed the attacker's arm and raised it, pushing with all her force on his wrist, until the weapon dropped. In a flash, she gained control of the gun (Sherlock could see now that the safety was on), and kicked the criminal first on his groin, and then using the handle of the gun, she hit him hard in the side of his head, making him even more disoriented.
The policemen and a few paramedics went into the room before a still flabbergasted Sherlock, who was carrying a sniffing Olivia in his arms. Molly gave promptly the gun to one of the officers, before rushing into his boyfriend's arms.
"Shhh, honey, be quiet, everything is fine now, don't cry..." she started to console the little Watson, and then she murmured "Sherlock, close your mouth, please. It's a bit rude, you know ?".
"But...you...and then...how?" the usually fluent consulting detective stammered, and Molly smirked, pleased by his confusion.
"Well. it was supposed to be your birthday present, but...anyway, Mary taught me a bit of self-defense. I didn't want you to worry about me, being here all alone and defenseless when you are away with john, solving crimes and saving lives...plus, I enjoy all this punching, and kicking...it's invigorating!" she finished with a big smile.
"Oh, Molly Hooper...you keep surprising me..." Sherlock whispered in her ear, before dropping a lingering kiss just below it, where he knew she liked it best. She shivered, and quickly replied "Well, Mr. Holmes, I intend to keep doing it for a long time...".
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P.s.: Dear Sammykatz, please forgive me! You gave me this prompt in November, and I finished it only now, when Spring is blooming...hope you like it anyway!