Chapter Two: Safe for now

"Have you got a light?" Sighed the Consulting Detective after failing four times to light his cigarette before throwing his against the church wall. Which earned him an odd look of surprise from Greg who stood almost in front of him. Sherlock still held the long white roll-up between his cupid bow lips as he caught the light the other DI chucked him in one hand. As he held it to his lips he mumbled a 'what?' to his friend.

"Nothing." Greg smirked and stubbed out his own cig on the bottom of his shoe holding onto the drain pipe beside him for balance.

"Liar." Stated Sherlock as he passed back the gold lighter. He could tell when Lestrade was lying his lips moved.

"Bit like you then." Greg muttered childishly under his breath.

"Sorry?!"

"Well if I were to bring up the fact that you're shaking like a man about to be told whether he will live or die. Not to mention the way you just lost your temper with that lighter. You knew full well it was empty. I heard you sigh about it in the church before we came out here. Clearly you have something pressing on your mind. But if I were to conclude it was the best man's speech you would most likely deduce something about me to shut me up. So there is nothing to talk about is there." Greg began to laugh as he watch the usual cool and calm Sherlock Holmes go white as a ghost and then red as a poppy at the realisation of his feeling at this particular moment been so obvious.

"It's the lack of nicotine."

"Sherlock even I can see that. Just think about everyone else." Greg laughed at the Detectives sorry attempt at an excuse.

"OH SOD THIS!" He snapped flicking the cigarette away making sure it would extinguish and the walked away from Greg back into the church. He slipped a piece of chewing gum in his mouth and headed to where John stood next to Mrs Hudson. Who was at that moment adjusting his tie and then proceeded to mess with his.

"You boys are positively hopeless with ties."

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"We are going to be late!" Shouted Mary from outside to her Bridesmaid who were still inside.

"Shut-up you daft cow!" came a voice from around the doorway. It was her head bridesmaid. She was a beautiful, dark haired Irish girl with very dark brown eyes. She also had a very big mouth on her and often got into trouble because of it. That probably the reason why the two of them got along so well. "You can't be late it is your bloody wedding." Janine put her hands on Mary's shoulders. "It can't start without you."

"Our wedding. Mine AND John's."

"Exactly it needs both of you." The other two girls came out and got into the white car that was the typical type a bride picks for her day. At last they were on the road and heading for the church. Hopefully John wasn't worrying too much.

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About what?

Tom. I'm sure he knows. – Molly

And?

'Oh you arrogant prick!' Molly screamed inside her head when she read the very late reply. How could he not be bothered about this?! 'That bastard!'

"Moll's you ready yet?"

"Coming." She slipped her phone into her clutch bag. Straightened the large yellow bow in her hair and left the room with a fake smile for Tom on her face.

By the time they got to the church, which wasn't that for away, she could see the bride's car turning the corner at the other end of the street. They found their seats quickly and sat waiting the small amount of time before Mary would walk through those large oak doors. Molly looked around her and then towards the best man and caught his eyes. He was also watching her intently. Neither of them smiled. Neither awkwardly looked away. They both just stared at each other. Sherlock was the only other person who knew about what she had done. She could trust him. The problem was that every time she saw him he seemed to be judging her. The looks he would her would scream at her to tell the truth and yet he never said a word on the matter.

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"Are you ready?" Whispered Greg into Mary's ear. He would be the one to give her away. Mary had lost her parent's in a car crash when she was little and had no other family. She liked Greg. He was a laugh and he was the only one she could think of. She didn't care about tradition that much, but she did want someone to give her away.

"Yes." Mary looked at him with the biggest grin on her face that he had ever seen.

"Right then. Janine." The Girls opened the doors and Greg walked in. The place was dark at first, but soon adjusted to the light of it compared to the bright afternoon sunshine from outside. The whole church was filled with yellow roses and small purple flowers that were wrapped around the white stone pillars. At the end of the long aisle she could see her Husband to be and his best man tapping him on the shoulder. She watched John's face as he turned to look at her as she walked towards him. His always overly expressive face looking at her like it was their first meeting.

The ceremony went perfectly and when the pair kissed there were wolf whistles from the congregation, most of them came from John's army friends and a couple from Greg. Sherlock turned and looked towards her again. This time he smiled. He combed his hands through his hair and put one hand in his pocket. Molly's row stood to leave. Something was telling her to check her phone. Sure enough a new message was waiting for her.

I didn't mean like that you daft cow. – SH

Molly smiled. Maybe he wasn't that much of a bastard after all. When the pictures came along Molly was such to tell him that. She went to stand next to Greg and John like she usually did if they had pictures taken at Christmas or birthdays. But then she was moved to stand next to Sherlock by the photographer. And as he began to move everyone else she whispered to him. "So what did you mean?"

"I'll tell you later on. Where's Tom?"

"Went to bring the car around. We had to park a fair way away seen as we were late. Oh and he hates photos."

"He's not the only one." Sherlock Huffed. But smirked when he saw molly giggle out of the corner of his eye. "And why are you giggling?"

"I thought you liked pictures. Remember?" Molly had a wicked grin on her face and before he could make a witty remark he was interrupted by the photographer. He was scruffy and wore far too much after shave, but looking at his assistant it would seem that he didn't really mind.

"Say cheese."

"No chance." Sherlock laugh loudly at Molly's not so whispered words. Making everyone look at him just as the picture was taken. So when anyone looked at it they'd see Sherlock with his head back laughing, Molly smirking and looking at the camera and everyone else looking completely confused at the pair. "Sorry." Giggled Molly, not that she was in any way.

Tom returned just as everybody was ready to leave. "Pictures all done then?"

"Yep you're safe." She smiled and looked at Holmes. "It's the speech next. And we really can't miss that." she said as they walked away.

What happened to you being worried? – SH

Does he know? – Molly

No. – SH

Well then. x – Molly