Molly smiled widely as she performed the autopsy. Oh no! That came out wrong. She smiled widely as she thought of the last few weeks in her life, while performing the last autopsy of her shift.
The case in Cardiff had been the instrumental in bringing to light what had been hidden for quite some time. Sherlock Holme's love towards Molly Hooper. Molly had been very curious about his sudden admission, though she wasn't complaining. On the drive back home she had asked him about it.
He was quiet for a moment. The sceneries rushing passed them in a blur and morphing to buildings as they entered the city limit. His handsome face glinting against the pale moonlight.
"I don't really know from when I began to see you as more than a friend, Molly. I cannot seem to pinpoint an exact moment, which is quite odd for me." He said with slight frown.
"However the more time I spent with you, the more reluctant I was to part with your company." He continued. "I have been trying to hide from my emotions all my life. But the fall has changed me, though I will deny it vehemently if anybody asked me. I no longer want to run away from the feelings I have for you Molly."
Molly's eyes glistened as she heard Sherlock say the words which she had dreamt of hearing for the past seven years.
"Why are you crying?" Sherlock asked worry coloring his voice. "Am I too late? Have you moved on?"
Molly smiled at his worried face.
"No silly, these are happy tears." His face immediately broke into a grin as she wiped the tears that had stained her cheek. Molly had the sudden strong urge to kiss him, but resisted. They had all the time in the world and she really didn't want to cause an accident. Sherlock seemed to have similar thoughts. She settled for leaning her head against his shoulders. She looked up at him and saw his cheeks upturned with a smile. They had spent the rest of drive in silence, both content and peaceful for the first time in many years.
When she told Mary about the previous day's events over the phone, Mary had screamed so loudly in joy that Molly was sure her eardrums would have burst if she hadn't moved the phone away from her ear.
"Finally!" she exulted. "I am so happy for you Molly. Wait till John hears about our success."
"What do you mean our success?" Molly had asked confused.
"Um… I said your success Molly. Anyway got to go. Have my parenting class now." She had said and cut the call. Molly had frowned at the phone, but let it go.
Sherlock and Molly had spent the days after that going on dates or spending their time at each other's flat almost every other day. She was in an excellent mood because of that all the time.
Molly was bought out of her reverie when she heard the morgue doors burst open. It was Sherlock, entering like always with a dramatic flair.
"Hey!" she said with a shy smile. She was still in the process of accepting the fact that Sherlock wanted her, that they were together and all this was not a dream.
"Hello! Molly. Are you done?" he asked as he came over to see the body she was examining.
"Almost, just need to weigh the heart and then I'm ready to go."
They had planned to go out for a lunch date in a nearby restaurant.
"Molly, can I have that liver?" he asked in his most charming tone.
Molly rolled her eyes. "No Sherlock."
"But I want to study the effects of a particular poison on the liver cells." He was whining now.
"What about the eyeballs I gave you last week?" she asked with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
"I keep dropping them into my tea." He complained.
Molly giggled. He was impossible.
"Fine, but I can't give you this one. They are using one for teaching purposes currently. I'll get it for you as soon they are done with it."
He nodded with a smirk and went to sit in front of his favorite microscope and observe some slides. They worked in silence.
"I'm done." Molly said as she signed the autopsy report. She went to her office to retrieve her coat and joined Sherlock. Together they headed out of the hospital. The sun was bright in the sky and a breeze was blowing. The restaurant was just a few blocks away and they decided to take a walk. As usual the sidewalk was filled with people headed towards their destinations.
As they walked their hands brushed against each other. Molly blushed prettily when Sherlock took her hand into his. Though he didn't like physical contact, Molly was an exception. He liked holding her hands, though he wouldn't admit it to her. Just like Molly he was also trying to get used to the idea that they were finally in a relationship.
Usually he would walk at a fast pace, but today he was relaxed and it saved Molly from almost breaking into a run to catch up with him. The restaurant was on the opposite side of the street and they had to wait for the signal to cross the road. Just when the pedestrian light turned green, a black car appeared out of nowhere and blocked their path.
Molly frowned in confusion as the driver (wearing a suit and a headset?) came out, opened the back door and motioned for them to get in. Sherlock stiffened and cursed beside her. Just then his began to ring.
"Mycroft" he said into the phone in an irritated tone, looking at the nearest security camera.
Molly didn't know what Mycroft told him, but Sherlock's ears turned pink as he glanced down at their interlocked fingers. He took a deep breath and said "I'm not getting into the car, Mycroft." He again listened to what Mycroft had to say and his shoulders slumped. "Fine" he spit out and shoved his phone into his coat pocket.
"Get in the car, Molly" he said. Molly really wanted to know what was happening but she got into the car anyway hoping that Sherlock will explain later, as he was currently calling Mycroft names. The interior of the car was fantastic with plush seats in rich brown color. The windows were tinted black and were probably bullet proof and there was a privacy panel also. Cool. Once they were settled in, the car began to weave itself out of the traffic. Sherlock was still fuming, so decided to give him some time to calm down. The car had removed itself from the downtown traffic and was heading out of town. She couldn't control her curiosity anymore.
"Where are we going Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked like he wanted to avoid the question but thought better of it. He sighed and once again took her hand into his.
"We are going to see my parents." He said as he played with her fingers. "Apparently they can't wait to meet you and were troubling me over the phone to bring you over. I have been trying to avoid their calls since then. So, when that didn't seem to work Mycroft decided to interfere. That prick."
Molly didn't listen to Sherlock after he uttered the words 'parents' because she was going into a full blown panic attack. Sherlock seemed to realize that she was having a hard time breathing and pulled her closer.
"Molly what's wrong?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Oh my god! We are going to meet your parents?"
"Yes, Molly. Didn't you hear me?"
Molly felt like strangling him. Didn't he understand that meeting his parents would be a huge step? What if they didn't like her? She knew from John that Sherlock's parents were surprisingly quite normal. But still.
"Sherlock, what if they don't like me?" she asked her eyes wide with panic.
"Seriously Molly? Is that why you are concerned?" he asked incredulously.
She gulped and nodded.
"Don't worry. Of course they will like you. What's there to not like about you?" he asked with a wink.
"Then why didn't you want them to meet me?" she asked in a small voice, lowering her head.
Sherlock pulled up her lowered chin to make her meet his eyes.
"Molly, my parents are very normal not at all like me or my brother. They will definitely fuss over you and I have no doubt that you will also like them. But I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable since we have been together only for a few weeks." He explained.
Molly smiled widely as she got the true meaning of her words. He wanted her. It was not that he didn't want her to meet them. He was just worried about her feelings. She leaned in to kiss him deeply. When she pulled back they were both breathless, but the tension between was gone. Through the rest of the journey Molly asked him questions about his parents and childhood. He wasn't very forthcoming about the latter.
About half an hour later, the car parked in front of a very elegant town house. The house was beautiful. They got out the car and made their way across the lawn to reach the front door. She took a deep breath as Sherlock rang the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately to reveal a grey haired couple.
"Sherlock!" his mother exclaimed with a smile. "Mummy" Sherlock nodded his head in her direction. She smiled even more widely on seeing Molly. She came forward to engulf her in a hug. Molly hugged her back. "You must be Molly. We have been waiting so long to meet you." She said as she motioned for them to come inside and continued to chatter. His father was a very charming man and just as Sherlock predicted Molly liked them instantly. He shot her an 'I told you so look' and flopped onto the sofa in the drawing room.
His parents went into the kitchen to get the tea. When she offered to help, they just shooed her away telling her that it was no problem at all. So she wandered back to the drawing spied a framed photo above the fireplace. It was of two small boys. The youngest was wearing a hat with a skull symbol and an eye-patch, the elder was eating a cake. Mrs. Holmes, who had come in with a tray of biscuits and tea, saw what she was looking and said "Oh! That photo is from when Sherlock was four years old." Molly went to take a closer look. He looked so adorable with his black curls falling into his eyes. Mycroft's face was smeared with pink frosting.
"Come on dear. I'll show you more pictures." she said. Molly giggled and nodded, happy at the prospect of seeing more of his childhood photos.
Sherlock groaned in the background. Maybe bringing Molly to his parents' was not a good idea after all.
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