A/N: Hello, darling!

This story will have two more chapters (this one and the next) and then the epilogue. We're almost at the end and everything should be posted before Christmas. I was gonna post chapter 14 but realised last minute that I hadn't posted 13 yet! Whoops!

I hope you're all having wonderful holidays. Have a happy Christmas and New Year.

The epilogue is being written at the moment. Next chapter will be up tomorrow.

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Molly sat on the couch, Kate cuddled up beside her. Her soft snores lost beneath the music playing on the TV. Molly stroked Kate's hair while thinking about her time as Irene Adler. Being a dominatrix meant being confident and having an air of superiority about oneself. Irene's presence was noticed whenever she walked into a room and she couldn't blush and slip out of sight because she was always in the spot light.

Being a dominatrix wasn't for Molly. If you had told her she'd be a dominatrix, she'd laugh in your face. Of course, she avoided shaming other women when she could, but society had drilled some stereotypes into jobs (such as dominatrix being women without morals or limits).

As Irene Adler, Molly felt her confidence increase and her prejudices decrease. Perhaps it was dealing with the pesky Holmes boys that made her reconsider her position on dominatrix' or how good life actually was as a dominatrix with moderate respect and tolerance from the Holmes bros.

Sure, she had a pretty menial and basic life that consisted of getting up, working, coming home, sleeping, repeat. Irene's life was exciting. She was on level 6 security with the government because she had dwelled in something dangerous. Molly worried that she'd be involved directly. If someone dangerous, murderous, turned up, what would she do?

Both she and Irene had to worry about danger. When one is frequently in the presence of Sherlock Holmes, one has to worry about people who hate him. After the whole 'Jim from IT' incident, Molly worried that he'd come back for her and she worried for her life.

It was those times that she cuddled up with Toby and watched Glee, but even that brought back Jim memories. She had taken up watching other shows, such as Supernatural. It made her forget her problems and worry about two brothers who knew what they were doing (sometimes). At least she didn't think about Jim when watching Sam and Dean Winchester.

Kate was like Toby. She was often up for a cuddle and was happy to sleep beside her. She revelled in pats and, like cats, didn't seem to be limited to this world like everyone else.

Cats could disappear for days on end and come back hungry and tired. Kate was free to leave the house and come back when she desired without being watched like a hawk.

If Molly worried about herself and Moriarty, she feared for Kate and Toby. They could go out and be involved in a random crime or be the bait for her. She loved Kate and Toby and she would hate for anything to happen to them.

The main difference between Kate and Toby, other than one being a person and the other a cat, was that Irene Adler would murder Molly if anything happened to Kate. The only one who cared about Toby, other than the old lady upstairs who enjoyed Toby sitting on her window sill, was Molly.

Molly placed a small kiss on Kate's cheek and rested her head on top of the sleeping woman's. She closed her eyes and started to drift off as a new song started to play.

Sitting on her couch was Irene Adler, Toby sleeping on her lap. The flat was completely renovated and looked very glamorous. Irene was getting bored with her life as Molly Hooper. Paper work was tedious and her hand was cramping. Cutting up things sounds more fun than it really was.

Molly Hooper could walk into a room and blend into the background, no-one glancing her way. As fun as it was going to places Irene would never get access to, it was also a bit of a slap in the face when yet another man turned her down. It didn't matter how much makeup and effort Irene put into making herself look attractive, no-one batted an eye at her.

She slid Toby off her lap and made her way to the kitchen. She rustled through the fridge and frowned. Irene could take care of herself, but she hadn't had to for several years. She missed Kate.

Living as Molly was mundane and repetitive. Sure, she could leave the country whenever she wanted and she didn't have eyes on her all the time, but her life revolved around going to the morgue and catering to Sherlock Holmes.

In fact, Irene thought the only thing she and Molly had in common, other than being women, was that they had to deal with a Holmes' on a regular occurrence. To put up with the Holmes brothers on a regular basis required strong personalities and a strong will. If you dealt with Sherlock and/or Mycroft, you were a strong person.

Given the amount of time Molly spent with Sherlock, she was the strongest woman Irene knew. She admired Molly, even if Molly didn't live as an exciting lifestyle as she.

Irene went to bed and sighed. She missed Kate so much. She moved a pillow to her side and wrapped her arms around it. Oh, how she missed Kate.