I've been reading a lot of oneshots and decided to take a couple from their prompts other people have given them... This one is
Mycroft takes Molly
Molly was doing her usual graveyard shift on a Sunday, listening to music and filling out old paperwork before the phone rang three times and then stopped before she could pause her music and grab the phone. She then waited, knowing this code from when Sherlock was 'dead'.
She picked up the second ring on the second call and waited as the lady on the other end told her to hold for Mr. Holmes. It wasn't a second later that Mycroft was chatting at her.
"You want me to go where?" She asked just to make sure that she heard him right.
"Australia. Perth. There's a dead agent there and no signs of a poison or anything else relating to the death. Is the reception that bad in the mortuary?" Mycroft asked and huffed and looked around.
"You want me to go with Sherlock?"
"He's not going. First of all he doesn't even know of this case. He doesn't need to. You're the best pathologist we Holmes men know, you're helpful, and you'll get a little free vacation out of it." Mycroft was trying to sell this to her, but she was already wishing she was home and packing.
Molly couldn't remember the last time she went on a vacation that wasn't interrupted or ruined. It would have been her honeymoon if she had gotten married to Tom, but even that fell through and she got her refund back.
"I'll pack as soon as I get home. I am guessing you want me there as soon as possible to do all the tests and autopsy."
"Actually Dr.Hooper, you'll be going now, tonight. We have a passport for you, documentation, access, and even clothes for you to vacation in after you give me the answers." Mycroft sounded just like Sherlock in the "higher than you" voice he used and Mollysort I'd hated it.
"Ok. Do I get free room and board or do I have to buy that myself?"
"Dr Hooper, everything is set up. You have a week stay, the sooner you find the answer the sooner you get to relax. The resort is paid for, the cars are paid for, dinner and drinks and clothes and flights... all paid for. Only stipulation is that you are not to tell anyone but me your finding or whereabouts. We are not sure this isn't a betrayal so keep your cards close to your chest." He warned Molly and hoped she knew that meant Sherlock should be kept in the dark as well.
She hung up with him, got her things ready and ran into her boss on her way out. He was coming to cover for her and wished her a safe flight to Spain. He had been lied to, and that meant she was going to be safe in many more ways.
She got on the plane less than an hour later, buckled, warm rag, wine, and a big sleeping space to start her vacation off right.
She spent the first day running test, the second examination of the body in full detail under microscopes and xrays. She found the way he died the morning of the third day, called Mycroft and while she gave her report she heard shouting and name calling and she waited.
"Where are you Molly? Where has he put you?" She heard Sherlock ask her loud and clear like she was being drugged and needed to hear it slowed down.
"I'm in Spain. Just ask my boss." She called out and after a scoff and more name calling she waited.
"Molly he lied to you, you're not in Spain, I checked-"
"How do you check something like that?" Molly asked and looked around like she was being watched.
"Tell me where you are. What do you see?" He asked again, slow like she was a small child.
"Well right now I see the inside of my hotel room, the paperwork I was reading to your brother, a margarita I started drinking when I got the cause of death, and my bikini sitting on my bed waiting for me. Gone the phone to your brother so I may go and relax on this vacation he has sent me on." Molly demanded, not needing him to delay her vacation from him and London anymore.
He grumbled at her, asking her if she knew where she was, if she was coming home soon, and then Mycroft took the phone back. She have the CoD and he told her to have fun before hanging up. A second later she got a Thank you from his mobile and she went to shower, change, drink, and head down to the pool.
Molly drank her thoughts of Sherlock away, drank away the stress of the job, drank away the thoughts of being lonely in a big resort where couples seemed to multiply around her by the hour.
She ended up waking up hungover and lonely and burnt a lovely pink. She explored the next day, wearing sunblock and a nice dress, eating out, grabbing souvenirs for Rosie and Mary and John before also grabbing one for Sherlock just so he knew she knew where she was and wasn't being lied to like he assumed.
She spent her vacation well, lonely and mostly burning under the sun before heading home to dreary London. Landing on the tarmac in the private plane Mycroft sent for her, she saw the Jeep before she knew the owner.
But there he was, getting out of the car as soon as the stairs were put down and stalking towards her as she stepped onto the solid ground.
"Hi Sherlock. Have a good week?" She noticed he looked worried, and she had to wonder how many cases he went through without her because he did look tired as well.
"Why didn't you tell me where the bloody hell you were! Look at you! Burnt to a crisp!" He almost touched her but stopped when he saw parts of her were still bright red.
"Your brother said I couldn't so I didn't. Besides it was a nice getaway." Molly told him and then walked towards his Jeep. "Are you planning on taking me home or will you let me catch a ride to a cabbie station?" She asked as she got closer and he opened her door for her when she reached out.
"Oh no... even I was told to bring you straight to the Watson's." He told her and ushered her in before closing the door on her and walking around to drive them to see Mary.
They drove in mostly silence, she made the odd comment about how cold it was, how close to Christmas it was and how she was already thinking about going on another vacation soon.
"You will not take another case from my brother. You only work for one Holmes at a time." Sherlock demanded as he parked and before she could say anything, he was out and slamming his door behind him.
This time he didn't get her door but she was used to his rudeness and pushed out and walked up the small set up steps and stood next to him with she carryon in her hand. She had all the presents aka the souvenirs for them in there.
John opened the door and "hey"Ed very loudly and shouted that Molly was here. Rosie cried out her name and Mary told her to come in and talk. She pushed Sherlocks shoulder out of the way when he tried to step in first and she moved right to Rosie who was standing on shaky legs and gave her a kiss before hugging Mary.
"Sneaky girl got herself a vacation and a tan! Must of been south."
"Australia." Sherlock told them and Molly nodded.
"Mycroft said I would have a week off in sunny warm Australia and I was all over the autopsy trying to figure out what killed the guy so I could have as much time off as I could. He sure knows how to pick the best resorts." Molly went on to tell Mary and John, and evening Sherlock though he made snide comments about everything she was excited about.
"Are you going to work for him again?" Mary asked and Molly shot a look to Sherlock before looking back at Mary.
"I'd love to. He's courteous and nice. I mean a week in Australia and I didn't pay for a thing. Only worry is that not many people die of strange deaths so I'm sure I should stick to my day job. Plus I was given an ultimatum." She shot a glare to Sherlock and before she lost her nerve she added, "I'll work at Barts but because I'd rather do both I'm sure Sherlock will find another pathologist to help him." Molly told Mary and John but she saw the way Sherlock tensed in the corner of her eye.
"Molly-"
"You told her because she is helping people that you won't work with her?" Mary shouted and stood up.
"No... he said I could only work for one Holmes at a time... which is funny because while Mycroft didn't pay me, he didn't pay for the entire vacation while I'll I've ever got from working for Sherlock is insults and silly compliments when he wants something." Molly was slowly losing her nerve, and she wanted to sleep. "I do want to go home now through. I'm so knackered. I'll get my bag from your car Sherlock and be on way. We can have lunch tomorrow Mary... John you too if you're free."
"Of course." The Watson's actually answered in unison. She walked out after hugs and another kiss for Rosie and that was when Mary unleashed it all.
"You bloody prat! I should shoot you again! You were distraught, you were begging, you almost choked your brother to death because he wouldn't tell you where YOUR pathologist was... and you go and act like a total idiot when she gets back! You have got to be kidding me Sherlock. You love her! Tell her that not that she works for you! My god you're going to lose her and let your brother use her all because you can't get your head out of your ass and tell her-"
"Sherlock I can't open the car will you hit the button-" Molly called out as she opens the door, her blush was there, her voice was meek, and she knew they all knew she heard the shouting.
"I'll drive you home." Sherlock dodge Mary and made his way out. He grabbed her wrist when they got in and stopped her from putting on her belt. "I didn't mean to upset you... you left and I didn't know. You could of died in an airplane accident and I wouldn't of known. Mycroft knows how I feel about you and still didn't tell me anything. The thought of him putting you in harms way Molly makes me possessive of what I consider mine."
"I'm not yours Sherlock. You have no claim on me." Molly told him and looked out the window until she felt his lips on her wrist, her pulse point. She Never ever has a regular heart beat around him, but to look over and see his eyes dilated, she knew he couldn't fake that.
"You have my heart, and I have yours. Mycroft will no longer send you on missions unless I go with you." Sherlock told her and she huffed knowing he didn't ever take his brothers cases which meant she couldn't go on anymore.
"That's another way of saying I'm not working for him because you don't take his cases." Molly muttered and Sherlock shook his head and squeezed her hand.
"He is to go to you, but the plane will not take off unless I'm in it." He told her and while he let that sink in for her... he started driving, to Baker Street.
She went up with him and started to tell him about the case, the parts that Mary and John weren't all that interested in when she was telling her story before and while Sherlock didn't know the answer at first either he knew it by the last clue and she surprised him by making him guess as if he hadn't come to the same conclusion she did.
She ended up laying against him, nodding off, and he took her to his bed, tucking her in, cuddling in with her and sleeping for the first time soundly in seven days.
Mycroft smirked, even with his split lip, at the pictures his surveillance had taken of Sherlock and Molly holding hands as he took her into 221B Baker Street.
His work was done, his files filled out, and his extra curricular activity of making his brother a better man than he was, was also complete.