A/N: Surprise! Two chapters in one day. I'm crazy, but the last one was short. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Yo poseo nada. Okay, I own nothing and I don't even know if I said that correctly even after ten years of Spanish classes.
"I've been thinking, it's probably best that we disguise you as well. Mr Moran could have people – no, definitely has people – looking for you, and you need a cover story... and different clothing."
Molly self-consciously wrapped her arms around her awful cherry-covered cardigan, which she knew had prompted Sherlock's comment. "O-okay." She stammered, unsure whether to feel insulted or not. "What did you have in mind?"
Sherlock thought a moment. "Well, it would be best if we were to masquerade as a recently married couple on honeymoon – but we can certainly go with something different, if you'd like." He added, seeing the look on her face.
"Oh, er..." She began, sounding a bit shaky. His plan had taken her by surprise. "Well, I was thinking more of 'friends on holiday together' but I guess- I guess your plan is fine too?"
"That was my initial thought as well, but there are too many flaws. It's the wrong time for a holiday and the fact that we are of the opposite sex would cause people to assume that we were either secretly romantically involved anyway, or that we were in denial. I finally concluded that a honeymoon would explain us being together and you being an tourist in Paris."
"And you don't need an explanation for being a tourist?" Molly asked, sounding slightly waspish, annoyed with his phrasing.
He shrugged. "My French is flawless. So, any other ideas?"
She shook her head. "Newlyweds it will be." She said softly
"You do understand that this means we will have to behave, in public, as newlyweds might. This may include hand-holding, kissing, and general canoodling."
Molly couldn't help but let out a giggle at his phrase 'general canoodling,' as well as at the look of displeasure on his face as the words left his mouth.
"Yes?" Sherlock said, raising his eyebrows.
"Sorry, you just-" Molly swallowed her laughter. "I'll shut up."
He frowned, but continued. "If we stay at a hotel, you realise that it is likely that we will have to share a bed. Do you believe that you can do that?"
She hesitated, mulling this over, and then nodded, still slightly shaky. This was the type of thing she had fantasized over just weeks earlier, but now that she was faced with it, the prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes, even if it wasn't in that sense, terrified her. "I think I can do it, yes. And it won't be for so long, really..." She lapsed into silence, leaning back into Irene's expensive sofa.
"I'll find him as quickly as I possibly can and dispose of him." Sherlock said, wincing slightly.
Molly nodded, curling her feet under her, trying to ignore the fact that Sherlock had been forced to become a murderer.
Okay, I know the whole honeymoon thing has been done, but I thought about it and I couldn't think of a better explanation. So, there you have it. Much love. xM