Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up. :) Warning this has a bit of graphic violence in it.

disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this. Some of the best man's speech from ep2 series3 is in here.

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Chapter Three: Let's play murder.

The room fell quite. Every pair of blue, green, brown and grey eyes were now on him. He could kill the man who came up with such a stupid tradition of 'Best man's speech'. Sherlock stood taking in a deep breath before beginning what he hoped would be a good speech.

"Pray silent for the Best man."

"At first I didn't realize John was asking me to be his best man, but when I finally understood I expressed that I was both flattered and … surprised..." Sherlock rapidly speaks Hoping that the quicker he goes the quick the whole thing would be over and he could seek away from this overly sentimental event. "Um…I explained to him that I'd never expected such a request and.. was a little… daunted in the face of it" Sherlock continues.

John looks at his wife. Both of them not really sure what he was on about. He had told Mary about his friend's reaction as soon as he had got home. So of cause she knew Sherlock was lying.

"I nonetheless promised that I would do my very best to accomplish a task that was, for me, as demanding and difficult as any I had ever contemplated-" His voice was calm and clear even though anyone who really knew him could tell that he was 'bricking it.' "Additionally I thanked him for the trust he placed in me and… I was, in some ways…close…to being moved by it" The detective purses and looks at the bewildered pair sat next to him and smirks as he turns to the room in front of him once again. "Later I transpired that I said none of this out loud….." He admits. He can see the whole scene now. 'What an idiot!' his inner self screamed.

Molly laughed like the rest. Cried like the rest. And swooned more than she really should have at the tale of the bloody guard's man. (She always loved to hear about their adventures, which was the reason why she had begun to read John's blog. For her it was a little too flowery which was ironic considering what she was and she was able to admit.)

Tom was getting restless now that the speech was over. Molly knew he didn't like being here. He had said he didn't see why he had to come at all considering he didn't really know anyone. (That was another thing he shared with Sherlock Holmes. He could be such a child.) Molly tried to tell him that he would never know then if he didn't make the effort and that this would be the perfect time to start.

"Oooh! Look Sherlock is heading the stage."

"And?"

"Mary and John are dancing to a piece of music they had him write, so it much be almost time for the dancing." She nudged him. "Come on." Tom sighed and allowed himself to be dragged away from his seat and his drink to watch some psychopath play the violin for his friends to dance to.

Molly stood close to the stage watching the pair waltz around the small dance floor. This was possible the most romantic thing she had ever seen. Both John and his wife were nervously counting their steeps and trying the hardest to keep in time with the music. She heard Sherlock slow a little every time the pair went wrong. They giggle and whispered and kissed as they danced.

And at the end as the tender music came to a stop John tipped Mary back slightly to kiss her. It was like watching an ending to a nineteen-forty's movie. That was, it would have been if it hadn't been for the whooping, howling and slightly drunk Janine that stood next to her. The bridesmaid's eyes were opened wider that it was surely possible as she focused her affections on her Sherlock Holmes. Who threw her the flower that he had had pinned in his lapel. She looked at him and then at the girl, who proceeded to give her a smug look. 'Poor bitch.' Molly thought to herself as she watched the girl walk away. 'You really don't want to.'

"Throw the lion some meat and run the other way." Came an unmistakeable voice to the side of her.

She laughed to see Sherlock's utterly bored expression on his face. "It must be so hard for you. Having such a pretty woman throwing herself at you all night." Molly gave him a wink and took a sip of her wine.

"Ooooh you have nooo idea." He stretched out almost as sarcastically as she had asked the question.

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Tom stood outside with a cigarette between his lips. It was becoming chilly now and his suit jacket was starting to be not much use at keeping the chill off his back. He peered into the party, from what he could see his Molly was no longer in the room. The last time he had seen her she was standing next to that psychopath Sherlock. But now neither where to be seen.

"Alright Tom?" Greg shouted from down the path as he came back from having a 'chat' with out of the bridesmaids.

"Yeah. You seen Molly?"

"No why?"

"I was thinking we should go soon."

"Nar it's still early." Slurred the detective.

"It's ten o'clock. It takes us twenty odd minutes to get back to the hotel."

"But it's a wedding!" Greg looked like a sulky fourteen year old who'd been told that he wasn't allowed a new Xbox game. His shoulders were slumped. And his lips were pouted. He looked utterly pathetic.

"Yeah well." Tom flick his ciggy away and tapped Greg's shoulder. "You might want to wash your neck mate." He winked and pointed to the bright red lipstick mark on his neck as he walked back in.

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Another two hours later both he and Molly left for their hotel. Admittedly she was more than a little tipsy and often stumbled on the cobles outside with a giggle. "You Muppet." Tom stopped and looked down at the giggling woman that was next to him. "Come here." He picked her up in his arms and placed a tender and lingering kiss on her sweet lips. Molly's fiancée carried her the rest of the way back and up the stairs to their room.

She let out an excited scream as he threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Pushing her clutch bag out of the way he and intertwined his fingers with her's. Molly hummed in appreciation as he began to kiss his way down her neck. He nipped and sucked and hummed against her skin as he reached down to pull of her tights and her pants at the same time.

Laying her hands on his stopping him from lifting up her dress, she looked at him. Once he had stopped and was looking at her she ran her hand up his chest and pushed him slowly onto his back. Straddling his lap she began to unbutton his shirt and racking her nails over his now bare chest. Molly propped herself up on one hand as she leant down to kiss the tall curly haired man beneath her. She ran her other her hand over his hips before pushing under his tight trousers and boxers to his erection. Molly rapped her hand around his length and smirk at the growl he gave her.

It wasn't long before the two of them were a tangle of limbs moaning each other's names in drunken slurs. Tom sped up from what was a torturing slow pace to a ruff pounding that had Molly gripping the sheets of the bed as she slid up and down the bed.

Molly thought that she had screamed Tom's Name when she came. But from judging the look on his face there was defiantly something wrong.

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"W-WHAT!" Shouted Tom as he pulled out of her and stood up. He looked down on her as she moved to sit in the middle of the bed. "W-WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He shouted so load that she was sure everyone in the small hotel could.

"I shouted Tom?"

"NO MOLLY YOU SHOUTED SHERLOCK!" Tom watched her pupils snap to little black dots. Molly sat there not saying a word, she just held her head in her hands. "You slept with him didn't you!" He didn't shout this time but there was still aggression in his voice and when Molly didn't answer that aggression came through into violence. When Molly didn't answer him he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and forced her to look at him. "Did you sleep with him." he growled.

Molly had never seen him like this, she had never thought he would be one of those violent men. "I-I was drunk an-and we had split up." She blurted out as fast as she could. The look in his eyes scared her. It scared her more than the look Moriarty gave her when she dumped her. His hand slipped from her hair. She relaxed a tense shoulders as he turned away, but she soon felt the sting of his hand across her face and the clunk of the bed post against the other side of her head and he slammed her into it.

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Holmes lay on the sofa in the hotel room. His jacket unusually chucked on the floor instead of hung with his coat which was laying not too far from the door. He had taken off his tie and waste coat so that he was only in his white shirt that was unbuttoned more than it normally would be. Which he was thankful for when he missed his mouth and spilt some of his whisky on his chest. Sherlock smirked at the thought of the last time that happened. The thought of the way Molly licked every drop off him. And where they ended up after. He'd never forget those beautiful noises that she made. The sighs, the moans and the way she would snuggled into him afterwards. A knock at his door brought him out of this daydream. Sherlock reluctantly went to answer it, but he found at the other side was something he really didn't expect….

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