Disclaimer: Not mine, except the law student.
Author's Note: I wrote this bit and didn't really think I'd publish it as a part of Her Midnight Man. But Molly's been given so much of me, I thought why not have them meet me?
Choosing the destination for their honeymoon had been an epic battle.
They had ended up putting a map of the world on the wall, and thrown darts at it. "This is democratic," John had whispered, sitting on the floor with Rosie, out of range.
"At least I talked him out of the pistol," Molly had told him, standing next to her fiancé to line her shot.
The darts had worked, and the only one that hadn't hit the middle of the ocean, had been San Francisco.
And so, the day after their wedding, the new Mr. and Mrs. Holmes got on the plane to California, both excited for their first visit to the City by the Bay. But they were still Molly and Sherlock, so they were more excited about exploring Alcatraz Island and tracing the footsteps of the Zodiac Killer, and tracing the hundreds of gold rush-era ships buried beneath the city.
Their second day in the city, they were greeted by the heavy fog that kept the city hidden from view. But Molly didn't care as she stood in front of the Ritz-Carlton, her fingers intertwined with his as they waited for the bellhop to get a cab for them. There was sunshine wherever she went, as far as she was concerned. She hadn't slept the night before either, because her husband hadn't been able to keep his hands off her.
Considering the fact that she had been the one to casually lean over on the couch to unzip his fly, taking him into her mouth, she was in no position to complain.
The city was unlike anything she had ever seen before, filled with a vitality, an energy that made her feel like she could step out and conquer anything in her path. Cars crowded the streets in chaos with large rambling buses and cable cars zooming past, taking turns at such high speeds she was amazed they didn't crash every time. Women and men wearing business suits rushed down the street with purpose, never forgetting to pause to lend a helping hand, unthinkingly giving a homeless person their lunch or a few dollars to help them start their day. She was also fascinated by the fact that nearly everyone had a cup of coffee in their hands, and smiled at her if she happened to catch their eye.
The snuggled together in the back of the taxi, snogging like a pair of horny teenagers after Sherlock gave the driver the address to the building they wanted to visit. They had read about it the night before, and had both decided they would stop there first then walk to the city center. When they arrived in front of their building, the newlyweds spent about fifteen minutes looking straight up at the repurposed building that had once served as a Masonic temple. They walked around the great white behemoth, pointing out the Masonic symbols that still remained in the façade.
"Oh, shit! Excuse me!" someone bumped into them, knocking Molly into Sherlock's side, "I'm so so sorry!"
"No, it's not your fault," Molly steadied herself on her husband's arm, "our fault for standing in the middle of the sidewalk." The young lady frowned slightly, cocking her head at Sherlock, then looking back at Molly. She had long black hair, a round face, and was remarkably tall, taller than Sherlock almost. She cut an imposing figure wearing a black suit with a briefcase. She would've looked more commanding had it not been for the headphones in her ears, and the tattoo that peaked out from beneath her sleeve.
"I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere?" she asked Sherlock, taking out her earphones and Molly could hear the lyrics "pay witness to Sonny's burning" blaring through. It was a wonder the girl was deaf.
He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes scanning her quickly, going from the top of her head, to her blue rimmed glasses, the gold cross around her neck, and the black Vans that did not at all match the formality of her suit. "Law student," he told her.
"OH! Holy fuck!" she gasped, "you're that British consulting detective dude! I follow Dr. Watson's blog," she grinned, she extended her hand, introducing herself, "wow! I never thought I'd get to meet you. You're pretty awesome yo."
Her husband smiled at the law student with a nod. Whatever he had deduced about her, he clearly approved of her because usually, Sherlock greeted fans with distaste. "Thank you," he acknowledged. The girl awkwardly ended their conversation, running inside the building.
"Interesting," he muttered, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder, guiding her down the street.
"How did you know she's a law student?" Molly asked him.
"Oh my darling wife, you see but you do not observe," he said with exasperation, "the coffee mug she was holding had the name of a prestigious law resource service on it. Her hand, right hand, was covered in pen marks of different colored ink, suggesting that she is a highly visual learner who needs to mark large volumes of reading material by color coding it, who also has a tendency of fidgeting with her pen. Constantly twirling it between fingers, probably. She was also carrying an extremely large of volume of documents in her back, and she walked with the gait of someone who carries a lot of weight on her back. Most likely from carrying thick textbooks. We are also in the city center, and the building we were studying houses several offices that use law school interns as free labor. And she exuded a curious mix of over confidence and utter self-loathing. The only place you see that combination is in a law student."
She shook her head, laughing slightly as they crossed the street, wondering what new adventures waited for them.
Author's Note: HAH. It was fun trying to figure out what Sherlock would say upon meeting me. And yes, I am as tall as Mr. Cumberbatch haha