AU- One-Shot set in my Love & Crime universe
Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, is forced to work with a tough woman from Scotland Yard - her name Molly Hooper. And of course they tip-toeing around each other and their feelings.
Detective Molly Hooper checked her bulletproof vest, before taking her gun out from her holster and flickering off the safety. Sherlock Holmes looked at her and straightened his Belstaff.
"OK let's go." He said and Molly sighs frustrated.
"No Holmes. You're staying here." She replied and when Sherlock tried to interrupt to say he was going to follow her, she added, "And that's an order!"
"But…," Sherlock began but Molly shook her head. She was not letting Holmes come in on this one. "No Holmes. You're staying here! Is that clear?"
"Fine," he mutters and rolled his eyes.
Molly checked her gun once again before turning to enter the warehouse. "And when I say run. Run! For god's sake Holmes run."
He stared after her as she entered the warehouse. Sherlock hoped she would be alright. The guy they were chasing was ruthless, a serial killer with a taste for female blood. Sherlock shivers at the thought what this man could do to her.
He heard her shout, "Scotland Yard! Put your hands up!" Sherlock waited with his leg muscles tensed, ready to run. Although it wasn't to run away. He wasn't about to leave her in there with that man. No way in hell.
"Just put the weapon down." Sherlock heard her calmly voice, but he knew she was nervous. Not scared, not exactly. Molly Hooper didn't get scared. She was strong, always ready to chase a suspect and risk her life every day to bring justice.
Sherlock's head snapped around as he heard two shots. He swore, glanced around and run in.
"Damn Holmes! What the hell are you doing in here?" Molly exploded, when he came running in.
"I came in here because I thought you might be hurt." Sherlock countered, and Molly glared at him.
"For god's sake Holmes!" Molly cried. "I told you to stay outside. What if he was the one unhurt? You could have been killed."
"So could you!" Sherlock shouted back, angry that she thought he cared so little.
"I worry about you every single time you go to get these people." He sighed heavily.
"Don't you see it?"
"See what?" Molly fumed.
"I love-" Sherlock stopped suddenly and froze.
"Love what?" Molly asked, slightly confused.
Sherlock took a small step towards her.
"I...I love you," he said. I do...I do love her...I actually do…
Molly stared at him, absolutely flummoxed at his words.
"Do...do you really mean that?" She said finally.
"I...I do," Sherlock replied and then more confidently, "Yes I do, I love you Detective Molly Hooper."
Molly leaned forward, and their lips touched, all previous anger forgotten. And the only witness was the dead form of the suspect, two bullet holes gaping in his chest, bullets from Molly's gun. Unseeing. Uncaring.
