Molly walked into her flat. It was weird seeing it from a new perspective. From this height (her new height added with heels), the room looked both dirty and weird. Is this really what her flat looked like? She'd have to clean it while she was in this body to get the flat looking pretty.
As she was thinking about what she was going to have to do, Irene walked in from the bedroom, looking down at the flat. Molly felt embarrassed having Irene looking about around like that. She wasn't superior.
"Hi," she muttered as she closed the front door.
Irene looked up at her and frowned. "Thank god you're here. We have to get started straight away. Kate made sure you had your phone, right?" she asked, as she grabbed the suitcase and placed it on the sofa.
"Er, yes. She forced it into my bra," Molly replied, a small blush on her cheeks.
Instead of responding, Irene flipped the lid and rummaged through. "Kate made some good decisions," she muttered to herself before getting to the bottom and smiling. "Right. Let's begin."
Sherlock paced about 221B Baker Street and sighed.
"I don't think I can handle the morgue without Molly. Everyone else is incompetent, inept and generally self-centred. Honestly, John, I'm tempted to call her and demand that she comes back to the morgue," Sherlock said before looking up to find John.
Of course, the doctor was no-where in sight. He had, in fact, left an hour earlier to go on a date and promised to be back in an hour or two. Sherlock sighed as he remembered John's absence.
With no guidance, and an eccentric mind, there was only one thing for Sherlock to do.
After a few moments, she answered the phone. "What?" Molly spat at him.
There was silence for a second as Sherlock thought about what she had just said. "Molly, I'm going to require your urgent assistance at Baker Street. I'm doing an experiment and-"
"I'm busy. Find someone else." She hung up, leaving Sherlock with a dropped jaw.
He took the phone away from his ear and glared at it. How dare she hang up on him? Of course, he called again.
"Molly, please, this is urgent. I need you right away," he said down the phone, waiting her reaction.
Molly sighed. "For Christ's sake, Sherlock, I'm busy. I have to teach someone something very simple and easy before tomorrow. If she doesn't know everything she'll need to know, then we're all screwed. Now, go find John. His date should be over by now, and you make him help you. If you call me again, I will go over to Baker Street and I will teach you a lesson about leaving people alone when they say 'no', alright?" Molly barked.
A voice in the background added "you can't say that to Sherlock!" that sounded oddly familiar.
"Who is that? Who's with you?" he asked.
"None of your business. Now run along and play with your chemistry set," Molly added.
"Please, Irene, don't," the voice pleaded in the background.
"Irene? Irene Adler?!" Sherlock asked.
Molly sighed and said in a muffled voice, "shut up and leave it to me" before talking to Sherlock again. "Who I'm with is none of your concern. I may be with Irene Adler, I may not. If you ask one more time who I am with, I'll make my way over and, as I've now told you three times, I will teach you a lesson you won't forget. So shut up or I'll make you shut up."
The phone was hung up a second time and Sherlock frowned. He didn't know what was going on, let alone why Irene and Molly would want to have anything to do with each other, but he wanted to find out.
Half convinced it would get him killed, or better yet, a great reaction from Molly, Sherlock called again.
"Molly, I need you to come to Baker Street now," he said before biting his lip.
There was silence before: "THAT'S IT!"
The phone was hung up and Sherlock put it away and waited with a smirk on his face.