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Chapter 11: Missing

15 weeks since Sherlock faked his death and 12 weeks pregnant

"No… where is it?" Molly was practically in a tizzy after having spent nearly the whole afternoon searching for the golden bow that she had brought a year ago to go with the mistake of Christmas dress she had purchased along with it. The dress which was long gone had instead been replaced by another black and gold one that was more form fitting to Molly's petite build. But, the bow she had kept.

The only problem was she couldn't find it after hours of searching, okay maybe it was really only a few minutes, but it sure felt like more time had been spent searching for the dam thing.

After coming home from an elegant dress boutique with Mary who had helped her pick out the dress, shoes, and some light peach lipstick, to all but complete the outfit for the work function that she had been invited to. She had quickly realized that she missing was the gold bow hair pin to go" with it. That it was not in the closet and so she began combing her apartment for it, with no success.

"Where is it?" Molly shouted before falling back on her living room couch in the hopes that the space she occupied would offer up its secrets. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to focus in the hopes that she'd be able to draw out where ever she had misplaced the item from the corner of her successions when she felt a light tap on her cheek and heard a soft "meow."

Opening her eye's Molly looked up to see her cat Toby standing over her with both of his paws placed on her face glancing down at her. "All right," Molly reached up with the intent to give her cat a rub only to have him dart away from her hand. "What no belly rubs what is it you want then?"

Toby letting out another meow jumped onto the nearby table and tapped it with his paw.

"What?" Molly looked at him.

'Whack… whack… whack…' over and over went Toby's paw against the drawer.

"Alright do you want me to brush you then is that what you want," knowing that this was the drawer where she kept all of Toby's odds and ends.

"Meow" Toby spoke 'no that was not what he wanted, but it was close enough. Why did humans have to be so fickle sometimes he mused particular his human, who even though she was extremely sweet, loved her immensely, and was most of the time intelligent for a member of her species. His owner Molly's could be a tad forgetful from time to time, considering she didn't remember that this exact drawer was where she had dropped that hideous golden bow of hers after giving him a brush when she came home from what she told him had been a disaster of a Christmas party. All though the bow was long gone now,' Toby mussed. He had seen, the weird man, the who had stayed with Molly for a while take it with him for some reason he couldn't understand, after all who wanted to hold onto a bow that didn't even look good and then he left a note in its place, a note that he was trying to point his human towards finding.'

Molly got up to open the drawer her hands moving around looking for the brush when they fell upon a small envelope the words to Molly from Sherlock written on the front.

"Did you know about this?" Molly looked at Toby.

"Meow" he answered 'of course I knew why else do you think I've been tapping this blasted thing' Toby sighed as he stopped tapping the drawer.

Molly taking the letter in hand plopped back down on the couch and peeled back the envelope to reveal the following words.

Dear Molly,

I hope that don't mind me borrowing your bow for now. It will be given back to you properly on my return to the living.

Ever yours,

Sherlock

Satisfied with his task well accomplished Toby left the living room to go find a bite to eat. After all it was all in an after noon's work for the world's only detective cat Tobias Hooper.

While Molly thought as she watched Toby's tail disappear behind the kitchen wall, that maybe she should have named her cat Sherlock after all.

Made a mistake in the prizes offered last chapter since it will be hard to think of a name for my character's pet duck without any information on him first I will be offering the naming of the duck as the prize for the person who can correctly guess the item in the package molly received since that will be revealed latter in the story after Molly's son is born anyway. While the prize for guessing my character's name correctly will be one adoptable furbat from my deviantart account just as soon as I get the pictures uploaded that is.

Alright here's the second clue for my character's name: "this name can be spelled two different ways."