Molly had been working for the Secret Service for a long time. As a secretary of course. Molly hoped that one day she would work as an actual agent, but five years had passed and she didn't get a single recommendation. She just needed some way to prove herself. Little did Molly know that her chance would be coming a lot sooner than she had expected.
"Mum, we need a female agent to take this assignment with him. He's too unsociable to be at the gala alone and people will find him suspicious. But all of the female agents are on other duties."
Luckily Molly was just coming in to bring her employers tea.
"What about her?" asked the head lady.
"Her?! She's just a secretary. There's no way she could do this job." said the young assistant who always followed mum around.
"Why not? She's short, thin, pretty. Can you talk dear?"
Molly laughed. "Last time I checked." Molly's heart was beating a mile a minute.
"And she's funny! That's all we need from her to escort Holmes."
Molly blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Sherlock Holmes was one of the best agents in MI6. He's never been caught. You could almost say he was elusive. A master of disguise.
"What's your name dear girl?"
"Molly Hooper mum."
"We're calling you Hooper. Your assignment will begin tomorrow. You will be on a plane to Russia. Goodnight Hooper." And with that, Molly was escorted out of the office and sent home. What just happened? Molly thought to herself.
Moscow was beautiful. The city was a lot larger than Molly expected. The cab brought her to her hotel where a curly haired man in a tux stood waiting for her.
"Miss Hooper I presume?"
"Sherlock Holmes. It's a pleasure to be working with you."
"Likewise."
Sherlock lead Molly up to her hotel room. What surprised Molly the most was the fact that Sherlock had come in with her and shut the door.
"Don't worry. This is only temporary. We're only going to be here for tonight. After we get what we need from the gala we'll be leaving. We don't want them to find us here now do we?"
Molly shook her head no.
"Right. Well, I took the liberty of hanging up your gown and turning on the curly iron. I do believe women use that when they want to look nice."
Molly laughed. "Thank you Mr. Holmes." Molly stepped inside the bathroom to get ready and shut the door. She put on the dress as she was told. It was a long red dress that cut down just below her breasts. The waistline was embroidered in stunning diamonds. The whole outfit screamed wealthy and elegant. But Molly was not to keen on the lack of modesty on the dress. It was not something she was used to. Come on Molly. It's only for one night. You can do this. Molly curled her hair and swept it over to one side. It did look nice. She walked outside to find Sherlock setting up arrangements for the gala on the phone. He hung up the phone when he saw Molly.
"Well. Um..You look...very nice Miss Hooper."
"As do you ." Molly politely replied back.
The gala hall was the most exquisite place Molly had ever seen. The whole entire ballroom was made of pure gold. Paintings from famous artist hung on the walls, statues were placed at every corner, the place looked like a castle.
People of all sorts came to talk to Sherlock and Molly. Molly did most of the talking so Sherlock didn't have to. She finally understood why they asked her to accompany Sherlock. He seemed fine when he was talking with her, but around other people, Sherlock didn't know what to say. Or rather, he did, but he had difficulty holding it back.
"Come on." Sherlock whispered to Molly. Molly followed Sherlock up the stairs and down the hall. Sherlock stopped at a door in the middle of the hallway. No one else was around, so Molly assumed no one was supposed to be up here.
"Keep watch. I'm going to try and unlock the door." Sherlock instructed. Moly did what she was told, but she panicked when she heard a guard coming up the staircase. Molly panicked. She leaned against the wall and pulled Sherlock in to kiss her. They continued to kiss until the guard passed. Or at least that was Molly's intention. But Sherlock smoothly slid his hand down to Molly's waist and kissed back even harder. Finally Molly broke the kiss, remembering where they were.
"Right. That was...um...nice."
"Um..yeah...just...we should..."
"Oh right!Yes!" Sherlock said as he went back to picking the lock. Once it was open, Sherlock got what they needed and got out.
"How do we get out now? We can't go back down or they'll know somethings going on." Molly asked.
"Window."
"What?!"
"We're going to climb out this window."
"Sherlock I am in a dress! There is no way I am going to be able to do that!" But Sherlock was already on the roof.
"Do you trust me?" Sherlock asked. Molly was taken by surprise. She didn't know what to say.
"Well?"
Molly squinted her eyes. "Yes..." She said still unsure.
"Then I need you to jump."
"What?" Molly asked in disbelief.
"Molly you must trust me. I will catch you."
Molly tried not to think. She closed her eyes and jumped. She landed safely in Shelocks arms.
"See? That wasn't so bad now was it?"
"Shut up Holmes." Molly jokingly retorted.
Molly and Sherlock flew back home on the same flight. Sherlock talked about his previous missions, all the exciting people he's met and the amazing places he's seen. But all Molly had to talk about was her boring secretary job and her cat Toby. Molly still wished she was an agent. She didn't know if she would become an agent when she got home, or if she were to remain a secretary. She tried not to think of it.
Finally the plane had landed. Molly was forced to say goodbye to Sherlock at the airport, for he was to leave on another plane for a different assignment.
"It's been a pleasure Miss Hooper."
"Likewise Mr. Holmes."
The two shook hands. Molly was about to leave when Sherlock called after her. She turned around to find Sherlock's firm hands on her face, and his soft lips on hers. Molly draped her hands around Sherlock's neck. The whole world seemed to disappear as Sherlock and Molly kissed each other back for what seemed like forever. Moly wished she could stay there forever. She wished Sherlock could come home with her, and have a normal life. But Sherlock had a job elsewhere. Sherlock pulled away and kissed Molly's hand.
"Until next time Miss Hooper."
"Goodbye Sherlock."
A few days had passed before Molly was called back to the head lady's office.
"Yes mum?" Molly asked nervously. She really hoped she hadn't screwed things up.
"Congradulations."
Molly was confused. "On what mum?"
"You've been promoted. Level one secret service agent Molly Hooper."
Molly had to contain herself from jumping in the air with glee.
"Thank you mum. I really don't know what to say."
"Well whatever you want to say I suggest you say it to him." Mum held out a piece of paper and gave it to Molly.
Dear HQ,
A few days ago I was assigned a job in which I had to work on with Miss Molly Hooper. She showed extraordinary bravery, cleverness, cunningness, and above all, trust in her fellow peres. Without her, I would not have been able to steal the secret information from the Russians. I strongly recommend Miss Hooper as a beginner agent.
Yours Truly,
Sherlock Holmes.
