cumbercougars asked: Molly is a cat burgler.
"Gotcha!"
Molly "The Mouser" Hooper groaned as Sherlock Holmes snaked his arms around her waist. "Dammit, Holmes, I told you I was working tonight!"
He held up the handful of jewels she'd been about to steal. "And I told you I wasn't about to give up our date night just because you had a job! Now, where are we meeting the client? Because," he added before she could say anything else, "that will help decide where we're going for supper after."
A/N: I have had a not so good week and needed something to distract me, so voila! More flash fics. Thank you to everyone who prompted me, and a special thanks to all my readers for continuing to, well, read my stories, lol!