drabble prompted by rebka18 on tumblr: #108, I'm glad you're mine.
Sherlock was bored needless to say. He hadn't had a good case in almost three weeks. There weren't any interesting autopsies to attend lately either. Molly had told him she would text him if anything out of the ordinary showed up. One day, he came home to 221B with takeout for him and Molly when he saw a note on the door with a riddle written in her hand.
A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between 3 rooms:
the first is full of raging fires
the second, assassins with loaded guns the third, lions who haven't eaten in years
Which room is safest? (figure it out and you may just get a prize ;p)
Sherlock smiled to himself at Molly's attempt to keep him occupied. He took the note and entered the flat to find Molly reading a book on the sofa.
"The third room," Sherlock spoke up with a smirk. Molly looked at him with amusement.
"Oh? And why is that?" she asked.
"The lions hadn't been fed in years; they died from starvation," Sherlock explained. "Most people would overlook that fact."
"Impressive, Mister Holmes," Molly smiled.
"I do believe you said I'd get a prize," he teased as he seated himself next to her.
"Not quite yet. One more riddle," Molly told him. He waited for her to continue. "A woman shoots her husband, then holds him under water for five minutes. A little while later, they both go out and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?"
"First of all, should I be worried for my life, Mrs. Holmes?" Sherlock joked.
"Nothing to worry about, just solve it," Molly laughed.
"She shot her husband with a camera; a snapshot, if you will. She then developed the photo before going out to dinner," Sherlock replied. He lowered his voice then. "I appreciate your murder riddles, but I would very much love to snog you right now." His lips were hovering just above hers.
"You've more than earned your prize," she teased.
"'I'm glad you're mine," he whispered before pressing his lips tenderly against hers.