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Chapter Forty-Three:

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It was the beginning of November. Sherlock and John raced down the cold alley toward Trafalgar Square. The suspect they had been after or the past twenty blocks was growing tired, and thus, was slowing significantly.

''John! John, this way!" Sherlock shouted, pointing to veer left around the square. The man ran around as well, shoving a young woman in their way. John luckily caught her, as Sherlock shoved past. He made sure she was standing upright, and nodded apologetically. He continued to follow his friend, and soon, the man ran out of breath. He tripped over a curb, and toppled to the ground. Sherlock tackled him, and flipped him over. He opened his mouth to tell the man to surrender, but unfortunately, the man was dead. Sherlock sneered and pushed himself off the man. John finally caught up to them, and saw the dead oaf on the ground. He leaned over, checking for a pulse. Nothing. He looked at Sherlock, who was scowling like a pouting child.

''What happened?" John asked. Sherlock was regaining his breath, and shrugged absently.

''Probably severe asthmatic attack. Large middle section, most likely untrained lung capacity. No doubt he didn't think his options through before taking off in a mad dash across London.'' Sherlock said. He pulled out his phone, and called Lestrade.

''Hello, Lestrade? Yes, we've caught him. Send your least irritating coroner and forensics team. No, he's dead. Of course I didn't.'' He hung up with a scoff. John smirked, looking up at the tall man.

''He asked if you killed him, didn't he?" He asked with an amused tone. Sherlock nodded his head before looking back at John. They remained stoic for just a moment, before bursting into a fit of boyish giggles.

''So, what is Molly up to today?" He asked the detective after a minute.

''Something to do with a dress. I'm not entirely sure. Your Mary is with her, of course. As well as her sister-in-law and the young ones.'' He said offhandedly. John grinned, and Sherlock looked at him with confusion.

''It's just, it's a bit odd, you know? You've always said you were married to your work. Does that make Molly your mistress? Or is it the other way around?" He hinted, to which the pale contemplative man said nothing.

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''Come out, Auntie! We want to see you!" Titus chanted from his spot on the floor in the small dress shop. Timothy was wandering over by the small tuxedos, looking at them with genuine interest. Pam sat in one of the comfy recliner-like chairs, waiting for her sister to exit the dressing room. Mary stood next to her, bouncing Susan up and down in her arms. The small girl giggled sweetly, her little eyes squinting as Mary made silly faces. Meanwhile, Molly finished zipping up the fifth dress she had tried on. This one definitely fit better than the others, yet she couldn't be too sure if it was fit for her. She opened the door and stepped out. Titus looked up dramatically, and he jumped to his feet.

''Aw, Auntie. You look very pretty in that one!'' He said with bright eyes. Molly grinned cheekily at him, rustling his hair with her fingers.

''You've said that about all the dresses, Titus.'' She said. He crossed his arms and looked up at her in defiance.

''That's 'cause it's true!" He said matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes, before turning to the two women. Her eyes sought out their opinions. Mary's eyes scanned her friend, taking note of how the ballroom type gown flared from her hips. It was a dress suited for a princess. Mary wasn't sure it was suited for her best friend. Meanwhile, Pam's eyes scrunched in disapproval. It was very flashy, and while beautiful, it made the skinny pathologist look like a cream puff. Molly giggled at seeing the tall redhead's face.

''You're right. It's a bit ridiculous, isn't it?" The women answered by nodding fervently. Molly turned and headed back into the dressing room. Several minutes later, after mysterious zipping, moaning, and sighing sounds emanating from behind the door, Molly stepped out in another dress. Her two assistants both stared wide-eyed at the beauty before them. Pam stood up from her chair and stepped to where Molly stood.

''Oh my God, Molly. That's it! That's the one!" She said with a huge smile on her face. Molly looked for the secondary opinion of Mary, who was still shocked, a tear coming to her eye. She simply nodded in agreement, and held baby Susan a bit closer. Timothy had rushed back into the dressing room area, when he took stock of his aunt.

''Aunt Molly, you look beautiful!" He said. Molly grinned at the compliment from the young boy, and she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

The beautiful organza gown clung neatly to her slim curves. Its satin material dripped down past her hip, swooping out just the right amount. Molly stood a bit taller, and tucked the tag into one of the form fitting, mid length sleeves. The lace clung to her arms delicately, rising up them, and crossing over her thin collarbone. The gown hung nearly to the floor, exposing just the tips of her toes. As she turned around, she saw the small train in the back ruffle around her. The back was embroidered with small, clear beads. They created a beautiful swirling pattern all the way up to just above her lower back. Molly smiled as she realized. She had found her dress. She was aglow with bliss, until she had looked at the price tag. Her heart sank. Nearly a half a year's salary from her pay grade. A dejected Molly had began to unzip the gown, when the store's clerk entered the room. She held a cordless phone in her hand, holding it up to Molly.

''There's a gentleman on the phone, he says its urgent.'' She said, passing the device to Molly. She held the phone to her ear, and before she could even speak, the man chimed in.

''Whatever the price is, get the gown you want. You are to be family now, tell the clerk it is taken care of, courtesy of Mycroft Holmes.'' The low, quiet voice spoke. Molly was about to ask how he knew, but she heard the click of him hanging up on the other end. Pam and Mary both looked at her, and Molly's face spread into a wide grin. She had a dress.

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Yay dress! So, if anyone is up for a drawing challenge, this chapter would be a good one. It can be whatever part you want...I don't rightly care. I just like to see sometimes what my readers see when they read my stories. Lol. Or ya know, just leave a review! I like those too! Thanks lovelies! See you tomorrow!