Helloooo lovelies! I finally got a chance to write this chapter, yay! Thanks to all of you who have stuck with it you are all truly wonderful. I really do hope you like this chapter.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed my last chapter, Irene is one of my favorite characters and I try not to make her a baddy like so many people make her off to be, she was just someone who wants to survive and will do anything to do it, we would all do it if we had no choice. Just saying...
Anyways, enjoy!
John paced around the flat, occasionally grunting in frustration and running his fingers through his hair. He just couldn't do it, he couldn't do it anymore!It was beginning to exhaust him, waiting for Mycroft to give him any information, it was beginning to take a toll in his life and he knew it was time to take action. The ex-army doctor pulled out his phone and pressed the talk button once he found the name he needed.
"John? Is everything alright?" said the voice of DI Lestrade from the other side.
"Hi, Greg. I need your help." he said rather quickly.
"Do you now? Does this have to do with Sherlock?"
John rubbed the bridge of his nose and nodded, "Yes... Can we meet somewhere? I think we need to talk face to face."
"I'm near Baker Street; I'll pop around in a bit."
The two exchanged a few words before hanging up, John then headed to the kitchen to ready some tea for Greg's visit.
xXx
Once Lestrade arrived, John had told him the information he had gotten from Mycroft the day he marched into his office, and how Molly didn't in fact, have a brother. Lestrade stared at him open-mouthed and let out a breath of air.
"Bloody hell... You're telling me Dillon Hooper isn't who he says he is? I knew it! Molly never mentioned having a brother." exclaimed Lestrade, "You think this man has something to do with—"
"Moriarty? Yes, I do."
"But, I can't make any arrests until we have proof."
John leaned back on his chair and let out a sigh, it was already bad enough that Moriarty was out there pretending to be Richard Brook and giving fake interviews, it made him sick whenever he saw him on the telly. Now this... What in the world was Moriarty planning?
"We have to find out who he is." he said suddenly, "Do you think you can take me to him?" he asked Lestrade curiously.
"What reason would you have to pay him a visit?
"I don't know... we could say I'm there to apologize on Sherlock's behalf...You know... for kidnapping his sister. We just need something... anything that we can use to find out his identity... a fingerprint!"
Lestrade nodded and got up, "We can go now he's staying at Molly's flat."
John nodded and hurried to get his coat, the two quickly made their way downstairs and towards Molly Hooper's flat.
xXx
Lestrade knocked on the door to Molly's flat and waited,
"Remember, we need to get him to touch something long enough to get a finger print of off it." whispered John.
Lestrade nodded and looked up at the door as it clicked open, the tall brown-haired man blinked in surprise and smiled at them.
"Detective Inspector, what do I owe the visit? Have you found something about my sister?"
The man eyes John curiously before focusing on Lestrade, "No, actually... We're here to talk to you. This is—"
"John Watson." interrupted John.
John extended a gloved hand and waited for the man to shake it, "Yes, I know who you are... I read your blog, and Molly talked about you once in a while. You hung out with Mr. Holmes." he shook his hand briefly before opening the door to motion the pair in. John looked around Molly's flat, the place still looked the same besides a few of Dillon's things, he spotted a workout section in one corner and two separate mugs, he had a visitor within the last hour and he wondered who...
"So what can I do for you two?" he asked curiously.
John gave him an apologetic smile and nodded, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you... Listen, I didn't know Sherlock... would do this. Take your sister, Molly is a good person, and I just want to apologize for everything he's putting you through."
He noticed the man squirm slightly before reaching into his pockets and pulling out a cigarette, he patted his trousers down for a lighter, but Lestrade made a noise, he took out his clipper lighter and tossed it over to him, Dillon nodded his thanks and looked it over before lighting his cigarette and walking over to hand it back to Lestrade, but before he could do it John got in the way and took it.
"Greg, I thought you quit smoking?"
"I... Uh, the stress is really getting to me." he admitted.
John scowled, "I'll just hold on to this. You promised to quit."
Lestrade let out a sigh and John turned his attention back to Dillon, "Listen I just came here to apologize for Sherlock, I know it won't do much, but I promise we'll get your sister back."
Dillon nodded carefully, "Yes... well is that all? I don't want to seem rude, but it's been a long day and..."
"Of course, sorry." replied Lestrade.
The pair shuffled out of the flat and walked out of Molly's building, they entered Lestrade's car where the DI let out a sigh, "We didn't get anything." he muttered irritably, "Maybe I can try to get a warrant for some fingerprints."
John chuckled causing Lestrade to frown at him, "This is serious! We both want to get to the bottom of this! We both want Sherlock and Molly back."
John shook his head and showed him the lighter in his gloved hands, "We have his fingerprint." he reflected the lighter in the sun and there in the middle was the fingerprint of the man claiming to be Molly Hooper's brother.
"That's brilliant!" exclaimed Lestrade.
The two chuckled as they began driving, "Let's see who you really are." said John.
"It was nice getting to know you, Irene." said Molly sincerely.
Sherlock, Molly, and Irene stood outside the car while the driver put her luggage in the boot, Molly seemed truly sad to see the ex-dominatrix go, but Sherlock on the other hand was relieved. He felt uneasy with Irene around, it wasn't like he saw her as a problem or even a threat, he just couldn't seem to put his guard off around her. She wasn't someone he could trust, at least not yet, the only reason the woman had helped him was because she owed him a favor, who knew how long it would be until she blabbed to someone about their whereabouts. Sherlock took a mental note to talk to Molly about leaving, possibly in a few days.
Speaking of Molly, nothing had occurred the night he went to sleep in her bed, not that he expected anything to happen. The next morning the two awoke as if nothing had occurred and Sherlock couldn't bring himself to say anything, he slept with her every night since then. She never said anything or did anything to stop him from continuing, Sherlock knew she just wanted someone by her side as much as he wanted someone by his. He had grown so accustomed to being around her, that if felt strange to be apart from each other longer than an hour. They would roam around the manor, but the two would somehow always end up sitting on the couch together. Irene didn't seem to question it much; she did scold Sherlock for not making any moves on Molly claiming that if it were her she'd already have her "tied to the bed making her bed for mercy." Sherlock's only reply to that was a eye roll and a glare, he didn't appreciate her teasing about his feelings. Another reason why he was glad she was leaving,
"It was lovely getting to know you as well, dear. I do hope we see each other in different circumstances, I wasn't lying about figuring out what you like." She gave the pathologist a wink causing her to blush slightly. How dare she make his Molly blush!? Only he was allowed to do that. Irene looked over at Sherlock and smirked, could she see what he was doing to him? Of course she could, she was doing it on purpose and he was letting her get away with it.
"You know it's not too late to have dinner." she purred.
"I'm not hungry." he muttered bitterly.
"Of course you're not, you have something keeping you satisfied don't you?" The woman eyed Molly, before fixating his eyes back on Sherlock, "All that aside, I had a pleasant time in your company. But please, don't contact me again, Sherlock. I have repaid my debt to you." she gave him a dazzling smile before continuing, "Feel free to stay here for as long as you need, but if you sense anything wrong. Leave. The workers will be here for a few more days after that, it'll just be you two. If you need to go into town for anything, just be very careful not to be seen, I know what it's like to be in the run."
Sherlock noticed her give them a sad smile, but it quickly changed the promiscuous one he was used to. He watched as Molly nodded at Irene's words,
"Thank you so much for lending us your home." she said.
Molly was always so polite, even to those she barely knew, somehow it made Sherlock feel warm, how could a person like her like someone like him?
Irene gave the two one last look before entering the car, once inside she rolled down the window and leaned in, "Take care you two and please to ruin any of my furniture it's quite expensive."
Sherlock had no idea what she meant about that but he did see Molly blush, he, on the other hand chose to ignore her comment. The car drove off and after a while Molly headed up the stairs into the manor, Sherlock followed closely behind.
Molly sat lazily on the couch peeling an orange, the place was quiet now that Irene had left and Sherlock wasn't much of a talker. Lately, he seemed to go into his mind palace, and it made her slightly nervous. Irene had assured her that it had nothing to do with her, but Molly didn't believe her. Sherlock seemed different around her lately, they did sleep together every night, but nothing ever happened... and that was good... right? Did she want something to happen? They had already kissed, but she had broken it off...
"Way to go, Molly." she muttered to herself.
"Why do you say that?" replied Sherlock from the doorway.
Molly let out a startled squeak and watched him settle on the couch beside her, he took the orange from her hand and began to peel it for her.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her curiously.
"Uh...nothing I'm just... thinking." she stammered.
"What are you thinking about?" he said without looking up from the orange.
Molly watched his long fingers peel the orange, the smell of citrus filled the air and Molly gulped in a breath, "I'm just thinking about what we're going to do next."
Sherlock nodded, but still didn't look up, "You're not very good at this are you?"
"Good at what?" she replied.
"Lying."
He looked up and caught her eye; Molly began to blink rapidly and turned to look at a painting on the wall, anything to keep her eyes from meeting his.
"W-we should really be thinking of what to do next." she told him hoping to change the subject.
"Yes... I don't know how long before Irene tells someone we're staying here."
Molly looked at him and frowned, "She wouldn't do that..."
Sherlock finished peeling her orange and handed it to her, "All Irene wants is to survive and to be left alone. Who's to know that she won't exchange any valuable information to ensure her security, It wouldn't be the first time she's done it."
Molly nodded to herself and took a slice of the orange before popping it in her mouth; Sherlock watched her briefly before looking away.
"What do you suggest we do next?" she asked.
"I've spoken to Mycroft." he said suddenly.
"What!? When?"
Sherlock leaned back on the couch, "About an hour ago."
"Why didn't you tell me!?" she whined.
"I just did." he replied in a casual tone.
Molly let out a sigh, "What did he say?"
Sherlock snatched a orange slice from Molly and popped it into his mouth, "We agreed that this place." he waved his hand lazily, "Isn't safe, and that we can't wait for his people to come get us. Not with the risk of Irene revealing our location."
Molly hung into his every word and nodded, "So what did you two come up with?"
"Paris."
"Paris?" she replied in confusion.
"That's what I said didn't I?" he grabbed another orange slice and bit into it.
"What about Paris?"
"We have a home in Paris. Mycroft has arrange a plane to take us there in a few days, once we arrive we will be brought back to London. Then we can clear this whole mess up."
A smile suddenly grew on her face, "That's brilliant! You two are brilliant!"
Finally, she would get to go home; she would see all their friends and get everything cleared up. Their lives would finally go back to normal...and that was what Molly Hooper wanted. Everything to go back to normal, she'd go back to work and Sherlock would go back to solving crimes, their time together forgotten...
"Tell me what you're thinking." he said suddenly.
Molly shook her head and gave him a soft smile, "It's not important."
Sherlock let out a sigh, "It obviously is, Molly. I saw your expression change, something is bothering you."
He stared at her face, clearly trying to figure her out, his jaw clench and he scowled, "Don't." he said in a serious tone.
"Wha—" she began.
"You think that once we go back to London everything will go back to normal... That our time here will mean nothing." he gave her a look before continuing, "I don't want you to think that, Molly. I don't want you to go back to thinking you don't count, because you do count and you always will."
Molly didn't know what possessed her to do what she did next, but in an instant she flung her arms around Sherlock's neck and planted a kiss on his lips. She didn't see his reaction, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and pressed her close. She could taste the citrus from the orange on his lip, but that only urged her to kiss him harder, she moved her lips along with his, once he parted his lips slightly Molly darted her tongue inside. Sherlock laid her on the couch without breaking contact, the only time the two broke apart was to catch their breaths, soon they were at it again. A soft breathy moan escaped Molly's lips as Sherlock began trailing hungry kisses against her jaw, her hands found his hair and she ran her fingers through them,
"Sherlock." she breathed.
Sherlock only hummed in response but didn't stop kissing her, "Not here." she whispered. It was always one of Molly's fears to have someone walk in on her and her partner well... you know. It always made her feel uneasy, she was aware that some of the house workers were still lurking and that made her nervous. Sherlock must have felt her mood change since he stopped kissing her, he looked into her eyes and without a word he picked her up and began making his way to the bedroom, their lips immediately made contact as soon as they began walking up the stairs.