Molly watched the car pull away from the curb and disappear from view. She turned around to see Irene's house and she walked in.

Both Kate and Irene stood, frowning at her.

"What happened?" Irene asked.

Kate walked over to Molly and closed the door behind her.

"M-Mycroft wanted to tell me to stay inside and clear my schedule. He's moved my security to level six and he told me I wasn't safe." She looked at the ground, her hands shaking, before looking at Kate who had started to pale. "Leave us. I need to talk to Molly alone."

With a nod, Kate walked away, leaving the women to their privacy.

Irene sighed. "Yes. You're- I'm- we're not safe. It's a matter of only seeing those I trust and keeping to ourselves. You need to calm down. You're shocked from your meeting with Mycroft but I need you to calm."

Gasping, Molly took a step back. "Is that why you didn't really care when we swapped? Is that why you're going all out with my life?!"

Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. "Molly, for God's sake, be quiet. Kate doesn't know we're in danger and I want to keep it that way."

Another shaky step back, Molly frowned, feeling tears welled. "Why would you let me risk my life so carelessly while you lived in my body?"

"I didn't realise how serious it is. If Mycroft Holmes has to step up my security to level six, then something recently has gone wrong. He doesn't trust me at all. There is no way he'd try and look after me unless there was something serious."

Molly flailed her arms. "I don't even trust you right now. Why wouldn't you tell me that we are in danger? Why wouldn't you warn me? Why didn't you tell my Mycroft bloody Holmes could kidnap me off the streets? Am I worth so little? Did you want to take my own life as your own?"

Sighing, Irene shook her head. "Calm down, Molly. Listen to what you're saying. It's insane."

"Is it, Irene? Is it really so insane to think that someone not trusted by the British Government and Sherlock Holmes could possibly do something that would endanger another's life?" Molly felt her bottom lip wobble. "This is ridiculous." She put her hand on the door handle and twisted it. As she pulled the door open, she shook her head, looking at the ground. "Get out and don't come back. And if you do end up having the rest of my life, don't fuck it up like you have this one."

Irene slithered through the door and stood out on the street. The door slammed shut behind her and she sighed, hanging her head. She could hear the muffled sobbing of Molly from behind the door.

She knew she had no choice but to leave and if she did show up again, Kate wouldn't hesitate to call the police and a restraining order would be acquired. At this stage in the game, Irene was thinking back to the few contacts she had as Molly. Her first thought was Sherlock Holmes, but Irene dismissed him straight away. She didn't have the energy to deal with him today.

Molly wasn't sure what came over her. She thought it was because she was already frazzled to begin with, then Irene seemed to have a bit of a smirk on her face. Irene didn't seem to give a fuck about Molly's wellbeing and that really pissed her off.

Irene knocked on the large oak door and a few seconds later, it creaked open, revealing a young woman.

"Do you have an appointment?" the woman asked and Irene crossed her arms.

"I'm here on business regarding Irene Adler," she said with a frown.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed and she looked over her shoulder. "One moment please," she said before closing the door.

Irene sighed and put her weight on her left leg. She looked around the corridor, frowning at how sterile and white it was, the doors being the only splash of colour. On the door in front of her, a small golden plaque with 'Mycroft Holmes' was screwed in.

After a good few minutes, the door opened again, the woman gesturing for Irene to enter. The interior was just as stiff as the exterior. The walls were bare, save the cabinets that lined them. Every space seemed to be taken up by paperwork, except the chair in front of a large desk. Sitting on the other side was Mr Mycroft Holmes, a small smirk on his face as per usual.

"Miss Hooper, what a surprise," he said, leaning back in his chair.

Irene sat in front of the desk and crossed her arms. "Doctor Hooper, Mr Holmes," she corrected before pursing her lips.

He gave a small shrug, tilting his head as he did so. "My apologies, Doctor Hooper. How can I assist you?"

"I want to make the arrangements in regards to Irene Adler. She sent me to fix this as she is currently preoccupied elsewhere."

"Has she no regards for her safety?" he asked, his smirk growing a little.

Irene crossed her legs. "Au contraire, you arsehole. Irene has an immense trust in me that she feels I am the only one who can discuss this while making the most appropriate decisions for her."

With a shake of his head, Mycroft scoffed. "I can't talk to just anyone about this matter."

Irene leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. "Mycroft Holmes, I have information that would make your head spin. I have photos that would make your eyes pop. I know things you only dream of knowing. All of that information in the wrong hands could be the downfall of Britain as we know it. Now, we're going to talk about the situation Irene Adler is currently in, or I'm going to take my information to the highest bidder and believe me, Mister Holmes, the repercussions would be disastrous. World War Three disastrous." Mycroft gulped as Irene leaned back. "So where should we start?"

The political side has been taken care of. You can't leave London and you can't get any more clients. There is to be no one entering or leaving the house between 6pm and 9am by anyone. Anthea, Mycroft's gorgeous assistant will be within ten meters of you at any one time. The only contact you can have with people are in your house. Mycroft may need to monitor your activity from time to time, keep nothing incrimination on it other than the information you already have. They can't access anything other than calls, texts, and internet use. –Molly x

Molly read the text on her phone in between clients, her face paling.

Oh, and keep my Kim Kardashian character famous. She's climbing the A list and I can't afford for her to fall down. And look after her fiancée, Trisha. –Molly x

Rolling her eyes, Molly tucked the phone away and returned to her client, still annoyed at Irene. And how better to take out her frustration than on an unsuspecting client who likes it rough.

A/N: hello :*

Yay! Another update! I started working on this when I last updated and I thought 'Fi, leave it a few days and then post another. You don't want to spam when you don't have anything else written yet.' and here we are today.

I haven't got the next chapter yet. I'm thinking of doing a bit of a reason-why-they-swapped sort of thing, hopefully tie in the title somewhere and get a lil magic. Who doesn't love magic? No-one- that's who. I have a general idea of that, then we'll probably do some Molly-hates-house-arrest and Irene frolking in the freedom.

So that's two, maybe three chapters. From there, I might switch back and do a chapter each of adjusting to it all and finally, the epilogue, split in two for the respected character. We're looking at about seven more chapters before the end. But it'll depend on what happens.

Welp, I guess that's all for this update. I'll swing by soon with something. #Promise.

Much love to you! Stay classy!

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