Hello readers! Finally I'm able to put this chapter up for you all. I've had it written for a few days, but it was a little tough because I wanted to fit in so much stuff into one chapter... that's why this is so long. I do hope you enjoy it! Oh! Before I forget, I'm writing two other stories at the moment called 'A little help' and 'Starry Nights' you should check them out!
"Oh are you still not addressing me by my name?" she cooed, "I should just hang up the phone then..."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and scowled, "Irene..." he muttered bitterly.
"Oh that's better." she said in amusement, "You've become quite famous, Mr. Holmes. I don't think you know how faking your own death works; you're supposed to stay dead... Not kidnap some little pathologist."
"I didn't kidnap her... This is all Moriarty's doing." he growled.
"Oh..." she suddenly breathed, "Well... This is a game changer. So, you didn't kidnap her?"
"Why would I do that?" he scoffed, "Are you jealous?"
Irene laughed on the other end while Sherlock began pacing and looked over to the crowd of people, he could spot the café he had sent Molly to and spotted her sitting on one of the small tables outside, she was drinking something, coffee? He watched her take a sip and make a content face, No, tea. His lip twitched into a smile before it went back into a scowl.
"Who was that man?" he said suddenly, talking about the man who handed him the pouch.
"Oh just someone who owed me a favour. Why? Are you jealous?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Hardly."
"That's right you have that cute little doctor to play with— Maybe you can let me play with her too?" she said in a flirtatious tone that caused Sherlock to frown, "But we have to make you two safe first don't we? Did you see what was in the bag?" she asked curiously.
Sherlock nodded before speaking, "Yes, there's money in here." he looked at the contents in the bag.
"And?"
Sherlock dug around the bag until he found an envelope, he opened it up and pulled out a piece of paper with an address.
"You won't make it to Verona without the proper documentation. Go to this address, the man there is skilled with forging all the proper documentation it looks very authentic too."
"How do you know this person?" he asked curiously.
"Let's just say I know what he likes." she purred.
Sherlock stared at the address and put everything back in the bag, "Thank you." he said suddenly.
"You're very welcome, Mr. Holmes. I'll see you soon. Be careful who you contact with the phone." she told him.
And with that the line went dead, Sherlock stared at the phone for a while, he could do it, he could get in contact with Mycroft— but they weren't safe... He couldn't risk putting him and Molly in danger; it made sense if he waited. Sherlock let out a sigh and stuffed the phone in his pocket; he zipped up the pouch and made his way towards the pathologist.
Molly relaxed in her chair as she happily took sips of her tea, despite's Sherlock's odd behavior she was having a lovely day. With everything that was going on now it was good to know she could still feel so... content. It wasn't like she still wasn't afraid, of course she was, Molly would catch herself looking around in paranoia as if someone was coming to get them, disguising themselves did make her feel a little better, but she knew that if someone were truly looking for them they would be easy to spot.
The waiter came towards her with another cup of tea she had ordered for Sherlock, she smiled kindly at him and nodded her thanks as he walked away. Speaking of Sherlock where was he? The man did have a habit of leaving, but he was usually back in no time but Molly knew not to worry, he always found his way to her. Just then she spotted him crossing the cobblestone street, she noticed a small brown bag in his grasp, that rose her curiosity. The consulting detective sat on the chair across from her and grabbed his cuppa, he took a big gulp before making a face.
"We have to go." he said suddenly.
"What? Why?"
"I got in contact with Irene."
"Irene?"
"The Woman, Molly! Do catch up."
Molly pursed her lips before motioning him to continue, "She ended up being more useful than I originally thought.
"Oh?"
He set the brown pouch on the table and slid it over to her side, Molly took it in her small hands and stared at it before opening it, Molly then looked at the contents inside and looked up to meet Sherlock's eyes.
"Oh!" she said in surprise, "This is... nice of her."
"She owes me a favor she's just returning it." he said in a bored tone.
Molly took out the opened envelope and looked inside at the paper, "An address?"
"Yes! That's why we have to go."
"Are we going here?" she lifted up her hand with the address and Sherlock nodded.
"An associate of Irene who will help us get traveling papers."
Molly rose her brows, "Oh wow! Ok, let's go then."
She stuffed all the things back in the bag before zipping it up and handing it to Sherlock she then took one last gulp of her tea before standing up. Sherlock took a hold of her hand and the two began walking.
Molly sat on the dusty old couch with a faded out floral pattern as Sherlock went into the other room to get his picture taken, she spotted a grey cat making its way to the living room, it stopped walking at soon as it spotted her.
"Hello, kitty." she cooed.
The cat swished its tail before walking up to the couch and curling up into a ball, as Molly stretched her hand to pet it the door opened and out came Sherlock.
"Your turn."
Molly nodded and hurried past him into the room. The room was a little makeshift photography studio like the ones she remembered from school. The man motioned her to the tiny stool and sat her down.
"Oh what a pretty face! What's your name lovely?" he said in a thick Italian accent.
Molly blushed, "Molly."
"Call me Vincent." He began to slowly move her face for a good angle, "Stay." he commanded.
The man took a few pictures and went to look at his computer, "Ok, done!"
He unplugged his laptop and the two came out of the bedroom to meet up with Sherlock. Molly hid her amusement as the cat rubbed itself against his arm Sherlock didn't look amused.
"Vacuous feline." he muttered.
The blonde stood up and made his way towards Molly and Vincent, "So when can we get our documents."
Vincent set his laptop on the coffee table and began taping at it furiously, "Two days." he said nonchalantly.
"Two days!?" replied Sherlock with a hint of frustration.
"These things are delicate procedures that do take time. If you want them to look authentic it will take two days."
Molly looked up at Sherlock and said," We can stay here for two more days... can't we?"
Sherlock rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Oh hell, I suppose we can. But we will return in two days. They've better be ready." he warned.
The man nodded and smiled, "Of course. Two days, I promise."
Sherlock took a hold of Molly's hand and exited the man's house.
xXx
The two walked silently down the dark streets, "What do we do now?" asked Molly curiously.
"We wait."
The two made it into a more crowded part of town she noticed dancing and people selling sweets, it seemed like there was some sort of celebration going on.
"Sherlock..." she said suddenly.
"What is it?"
"Since we have nothing to do can we stay..."
"And do what?"
"Have fun?"
Sherlock looked down at her his face into a permanent scowl, he seemed to be thinking because after a few moments his face soften and he nodded.
"Fine, but you get one hour."
xXx
Molly happily ate her gelato as they walked down the crowded streets watching people dance and sing, she still had no idea what they were celebrating but she didn't care, she was having fun. Sherlock on the other had sulkily followed a few steps behind, no matter how much he sulked she refused to let him ruin her fun.
"Do you want some of my gelato? It's really good."
"No, I hate ice cream."
"Come on! Don't be a sour puss, it's good."
"Just because it's good doesn't mean I want some."
"It's strawberry flavoured." she stated.
Sherlock let out a sigh and took the cup from her, "If it'll get you to shut up." he muttered bitterly.
She watched him take a spoonful and shove it in his mouth, his expression changed and a grin appeared on her face, he quickly caught her and glared.
"You liked it didn't you?" she said playfully.
Sherlock rolled his eyes before attempting to hand her the cup, "You can have it." she told him.
Sherlock nodded his thanks and began eating the gelato silently, the two resumed their walking. Suddenly a young woman took a hold of Molly's hand and pulled her towards the music and dancing, Molly panicked at took a hold of Sherlock's hand causing him to drop the cup of gelato she heard him make a noise in the back of his throat before focusing his attention on Molly and the woman who was leading them towards the other dancers.
"Molly." he said sternly.
"Sherlock, I don't want to do this either."
She heard Sherlock let out a sigh before pulling Molly towards him, causing the woman to let go of her she would have slammed into his chest if Sherlock didn't stop her in time, people formed a crowd around them and a few other dancers and music began to play. The two stood awkwardly as the other couples began dancing,
"Do you know how to dance?" murmured Molly.
Her face was warm with embarrassment, it wasn't that she couldn't dance, she just didn't know if she could dance with Sherlock, he had a tendency to make her feel like a fool and she knew he'd say something and walk away leaving her alone on the dance floor. Sherlock pursed his lips before taking a better hold of her,
"Just one dance. I absolutely loath dancing." he whispered against her ear.
Molly nodded and soon he was guiding her across the dance floor with the other dancers, to her surprise Sherlock could dance (Just another thing to add to the list) Molly looked up in surprise and caught him smirking at her and in return she began to laugh. Molly was having fun and even if he didn't want to admit it Sherlock was too.
xXx
Sherlock and Molly entered their hotel room laughing, and gripping onto each other for support Molly felt like she would pass out at any moment (she guessed laughing too much did that to a person)
"And he couldn't climb over the fence?" she said in amusement.
"No, I had to go back and help him... Obviously we lost the man we were chasing."
"Poor John, you can't blame him for trying."
Molly let go of Sherlock to go turn on the light, but she was stopped by him taking a hold of her Molly furrowed her brows and looked down at his hand.
"Sher—?"
He pulled her towards him allowing their lips to meet, it took Molly by surprise but she quickly leaned in closer there was an urgency to their kiss as if it was something they both desperately needed