A/N I had originally planed for this to be a one shot. But I was so overwhelmed by your enthusiastic responses. I have decided to continue on. Here is another set of three 221b's that make up a single story. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
"Molly," Sherlock boomed as he burst through the doors followed by his faithful blogger, "did you remember to ask Mike about the mice?"
"Oohh hello Sherlock," Molly squeaked. "Y...y...yes, he has it ready in his office.
"John, I need you to go up to Stamford's office and pick up a small wire cage he has for me."
"Cage?" John asked in a puzzled voice, "What is it for?"
"Experiment," Sherlock said.
"Okay," John shrugged his shoulders and headed out the door.
Once John had left the room, Sherlock relaxed and grinned at Molly. "So far so good."
Later that evening, John was sitting in his chair reading a book when Molly rapped on the door and came in.
"Hi John," Molly barely got the words out when Sherlock interrupted.
"Did you remember the prunes? You remembered to get the extra large ones? They absorb moisture so much better."
"Y...y...yes."
" Well, come along then, be sure to bring the mice in the cage. Oh, I almost forgot!" Sherlock walked over to his coat hanging by the door and pulled a small section of plastic pvc pipe from his pocket. "We wouldn't want to forget this!" he said as he waggled his eyebrows at Molly.
"Oh no! We wouldn't want to forget that!" Molly said rather nervously.
John eyes got bigger and bigger.
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Finally he could stand it no longer.
"Sherlock..what kind of experiment?"
"Not now John, don't wait up for us. I expect we'll be busy rather late!" With that, he headed to his bedroom with Molly following meekly behind.
John sat in his chair pondering. What would Sherlock and Molly do with three mice, a plastic pipe and a box of extra large prunes? His mind whirled and teamed with possibilities. Why was it important that the prunes be extra large and absorbent? What were they going to do with a plastic pipe?
"Oh god, surely not!" He groaned as a particularly kinky idea came to mind. He pulled his hands down his face in an effort to erase the thought. At that moment he heard Molly gave a panicked shriek at the top of her voice:
"Oooo! Sherlock! One got away! Get it quick!"
"It's a mouse Molly! Calm down!" Sherlock bellowed back.
"It ran up your trouser leg! Quick, take them off!" Molly yelled laughing.
John could hear Sherlock grunting as evidently he removed the offending article of clothing. "Got it!" he heard next. Sounds of laughter drifted through the flat.
"That tickles!" Molly giggled hysterically. No, no please, not the prunes! She shrieked.
"That's it!" John said loudly. "I'm going to Sarah's. I will see you tomorrow! Bye!"
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With that he stormed out of the flat and down the stairs.
Back in Sherlock's bedroom, a fully clothed Sherlock and Molly grinned at each other. "I feel kind of bad," Molly said. "We didn't even get to tell him the rest about the prunes! You know he thinks you have totally corrupted me don't you?"
"Me?" Sherlock laughed, "you're the one who came up with the idea!"
"John doesn't know that!" Molly grinned.
"Would you like a prune?" she asked handing one to the detective. Sherlock popped it into his mouth and chewed enthusiastically. "Delicious!" he announced, "as long as you don't eat too many!"
The two friends settled down on Sherlock's bed each with a book and read quietly as they sat side by side. After an hour and a half, Sherlock closed his book and looked over at Molly.
"Shall we conduct our experiment?" He asked. He walked over to the corner of his room and suspended the small plastic tube down into the top of a large cage on the table. He demonstrated how if the tube was pushed in just the right way anything lodged within would slide out. Next he released the three mice into the tube. Sherlock stood and started his timer.
"Oh, Sherlock! Do you have to? Can't you use frozen mice? At least they are already dead!"
"Molly!" Sherlock frowned. "Labs all over the world use mice for experiments." He adjusted the lid securely on the top of the cage and watched intently. "If Bartholomew is as smart as I think he is, it will not take him long to figure out how to tip the mice out and have dinner. I want see how long it takes to reduce the time it takes him to retrieve the mice in half." He turned back to the cage and surveyed his new pet. "Come and get 'em Bart," he said to the Boa.
