Hello readers! Another chapter whoo! I feel like my story is really lacking some Sherlolly feels so I promise I will add them in the upcoming chapters. I really like this chapter and I hope you all will too! And yes Irene is Sherlock's contact for those of you who were curious.
They did it, they actually did it. Somehow they managed to sneak into the train, Molly held on to Sherlock's hand as he searched for an empty cabin, with no luck. Finally, he turned to look at her and placed both hands on her shoulder.
"I need you to play along with me."
Molly just nodded as he opened the door to one of the rooms containing an elderly couple. Molly watched Sherlock's face completely change from the brooding, scowling, man (with amazing cheekbones) to someone she could never imagine him being. He smiled widely at the couple who looked up and gave them a confused look.
"Hi, we must be sharing cabins. Isn't that lovely, dear?" he tugged Molly into the cabin and closed the door behind them.
"We weren't aware we were sharing a cabin." said the men, his French accent thick making it almost difficult for her to understand.
Sherlock led her to the seat across from them and she managed a smile, "Trains do that a lot... Mix up cabins, sometimes we share cabins and sometimes we're by ourselves." said Sherlock.
"Oh do you two travel a lot?" asked the woman suddenly.
Sherlock nodded and pulled her close, "Oh yes! We've traveled all over the world it's very exciting. I'm Arthur by the way and this is my girlfriend Felicity."
He kissed her temple suddenly and Molly made a face girlfriend? Did he just say girlfriend? Did she hear him correctly? What had she gotten herself into. Molly then realized they were all waiting for her to say something.
"Oh, she's a little shy." he said with amusement.
The elderly couple laughed and nodded.
For the next few hours Molly watched in fascination as Sherlock socialized with Marie and Thomas (From Lyon, France). Molly had never seen Sherlock with so much... enthusiasm. He told them that the two had been together five years and they were heading to Vlore to finally tie the knot, the bullshit that came out of his mouth was so believable that for a second even she believed everything he was saying.
"Wow, I wish my husband and I were as adventurous as you two." said the woman.
"It's never to late." said Sherlock.
The trio laughed but suddenly stopped when the train halted.
"What's going on?" asked Molly suddenly.
"Oh, they have these silly checkpoints where they check for tickets, it's ridiculous and it takes forever to check everyone." said the woman.
Sherlock and Molly stared at each other Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Molly was beginning to panic, since when did trains do these types of things!?
"I uh... have to use the loo." she said suddenly, "Darling; do you know where it is?"
Sherlock chuckled and nodded, "You'd think with all the money you're wasting that these cabins would come with their own restrooms."
Sherlock stood up and motioned Molly out into the tiny corridor; she didn't hear what Sherlock said to the elderly couple before closing the door behind them.
"Sherlock..." she began.
"Just walk." he ordered.
Molly did as she was told until he led her to the restroom; it was small but big enough for the two to fit without it being cramped.
"We can't hide in here." she told him.
"I know." he placed a hand on the small sliding window and popped his head out, "We're going to get off the train."
It took a moment for her to catch up, but once she did it was too late, Sherlock had already hopped out.
"Molly." he said from outside.
Molly popped her head out the train and looked around they were in a low bridge, and underneath them was a small river and she could spot a few buildings in the distance... a town.
"Sherlock..." she began.
"Molly, I need you to get off the train."
She looked down, it was a few feet down Sherlock had no problem because he was taller, but she knew if she jumped she'd get hurt. Suddenly she heard a pounding on the door followed by a voice speaking in Greek or was it French (Damn language barriers).
"Molly, I'll catch you just hurry up!" he said with a hint of irritation.
There was a pounding on the door again and Molly mentally cursed herself, she pulled her body up and carefully managed to get out taking Sherlock's hand the second she could, Sherlock caught her before she hit the ground she nodded her thanks and pushed away from him.
"What do we do now?" she muttered.
Sherlock began pacing; finally he ran his fingers through his hair and took her hand, "We jump."
"Wait? What!?"
"We need to get to town and that's in that direction."
He pointed to the buildings Molly had seen in the train, "Can't we just w-walk!?" she squeaked.
"No, we can't walk along railroad tracks it's dangerous."
"And jumping off a bloody bridge isn't!?"
"It's not even that high! You won't get hurt! Trust me."
Without a word he held tightened his grip on her hand and began sprinting towards the edge of the bridge, Molly's heart was pounding out of her chest.
"SHERLOCK! NO! STOP!"
She tried to pull back but it was too late, Molly let out a scream and her stomach made a flip as the two crashed into the water Sherlock let go of her hand the second they had hit the water, allowing Molly to swim up to the surface where let out a gasp as soon as her face made contact with the air, she swam towards Sherlock who was making his way to the shore. He helped her out of the water, Molly's clothes clung to her and she was cold,
"You bloody idiot." she cursed, "I hate you!"
"No you don't."
Molly let out a sigh and looked over her shoulder at the bridge (The one they had just jumped from!) and spotted the train, puffs of smoke emerge from the train and a loud whistle indicating that the train was leaving. Leaving Sherlock and Molly behind... Molly turned to look at Sherlock he was eyeing her strangely,
"What!?" she said with a hint of irritation.
Sherlock cleared his throat and shook his head, "Nothing. Come on we have a small ways to go."
Without another word he began walking towards the town, leaving Molly a few steps away, the pathologist let out a huff of air and followed closely behind.
Molly and Sherlock walked down an empty street, the sun was setting so many people were inside their homes. Luckily they had dried up a little on their walk over to the town so Molly wasn't as cranky as she had been before, Sherlock remained quiet as they walked down a random alley way.
"Sherlock what are we doing?"
Without answering her he walked up to a car and examining it before nodding (mostly to himself) and walking up to her and he stared at her head before grabbing one of the pins holding her hair up.
"Sherlock?"
He made it back to the car and began to pick the lock; once it opened he slipped her pin in his pocket and began pulling at the steering wheel cover until it popped off exposing a series of colorful wires.
"Oh my god are we stealing this car!?" she whispered urgently.
"Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me, Molly."
Molly scowled even though she knew he couldn't see her, Sherlock could be a real arse sometimes. She kept a lookout while Sherlock fumbled with the wiring, Molly knew it didn't take long to hot-wire a car.
"What's taking so long?"
"Sometimes things take time." she heard him say.
Molly let out a sigh and tugged at his collar, "Let me try."
Sherlock popped his head and gave her a look, "You want to try hot-wiring the car? Do you even know how?"
Molly glared at him and pushed him out of the way, "Bugger off and keep a look out."
She settled underneath the car and began fumbling with the wires, after a few minutes she set the wires in the correct spot and she heard the engine make a noise, the car turned on and Molly gave herself a triumphant smile, when she emerged from the car Sherlock was staring at her in awe.
"How-"
"My dad was a mechanic, I learned a few things from him." she said nonchalantly, "Are you sure you know where we're going?"
Sherlock nodded and went to sit in the car; Molly trotted over to the other side and slipped in, "I've calculated the route in my head and we're only an hour or so away."
Molly nodded and put on her seat belt, after Sherlock put on his he began to drive out of the alley way and on to the main street.
"Any signs of them!?" growled Sebastian into his mobile.
"N-No, sir. We've looked everywhere we don't think they're in town anymore."
Sebastian let out a sigh and shook his head, "Keep looking." and with that he hung up.
The tall blonde shoved his mobile in his pocket and walked back and forth to the men lined up in a military style formation, the guards who had been in charge of making sure the prisoners didn't escape.
"You had one job! On fucking job!" he roared.
The men remained quiet refusing to meet Sebastian's eye.
"Will someone tell me how the fuck they found out where the boat was located!?"
Again the men remained quiet and Sebastian frowned, he pulled out his revolver from his holster and lazily swung it in his hand.
"Well? Is anyone going to tell me?" he said impatiently.
One of the men finally let out a sigh, "I-It was m-my fault, s-sir." he stammered.
"You're fault?"
"Y-Yes, the girl said the boss called her and told her to retrieve something from the boat. Something he forgot..."
Sebastian listened to him and nodded, "What a clever girl…" he muttered. He then aimed the gun at the man's head and pulled the trigger, the other three flinched lightly as the body fell on the ground.
"Clean this up, and then get back to work."
The blonde put his gun away and took out his phone; he let out a sigh as her dialed Moriarty's number. After a few rings he picked up,
"What's up, Tiger?" he heard him say.
"We have a problem."
"What is it now?"
"They escaped, sir. Last night."
"And you waited THIS LONG TO TELL ME!"
"Sir.." he began.
"No! No, you know what? I want you to get your arse on the next plane to London."
"What? Why? Don't you want me to go look for them?" he told him.
"Oh trust me, this can work in our benefit oh they think they've gotten away? How wrong they are, now Sebby darling, get your pretty arse on the next damn plane to London."
And with that Jim hung up the phone, leaving Sebastian to wonder what in the world was he planning and why he needed him to get back to London.
"I don't understand that man sometimes..." he sighed.