A/N: Hello again, nice to see you all again. I'm so sorry for the delay of posting this chapter I have been writing prompt fills and had many exams. Thanks for all the reviews, favourites and follows. Sadly nothing belongs to me, it all belong to the peeps stated in my earlier chapters.

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Geronimo

SM

Chapter 9:

"Come on, Molly." Sherlock murmured grabbing the keys from the dish beside the door and holding it open for me.

"Okay, wait, Sherlock you need a disguise!" I said; suddenly remembering that he was still supposed to be dead I ran into the bathroom and grabbed his spare brown contacts and blond wig. "There! Let's go." I muttered thrusting them into his free hand. He quickly shut the door; arranged the wig on his head and stuck the contacts into his pockets.

"Ready?" He asked, already walking down the corridor.

"Yes, coming." I announced, jogging to keep up with him, resting my hand in the collar of my shirt.

After sitting in A&E for 4 hours we were finally seen by a doctor. "So, Miss Hooper. What happened exactly to get that kind of fracture?" Doctor Gale asked curiously. Sherlock growled to correct my title like he did with Mycroft.

" I tripped down two flights of stairs at my apartment building..." I replied politely, glaring at Sherlock for being so rude "Luckily my erm... boyfriend was there to bring me here." I continued, suddenly clasping Sherlock's hand and squeezing gently. He returned the gesture with a smile and brought our entwined hand up for a chaste kiss.

"Yes, so Doctor Hooper you will need to go to the plaster room. Consider yourself lucky you won't need surgery for this." The doctor said, handing me a sheet of paper to go to the plaster room with.

"Thank you doctor." I mumbled looking over the sheet of paper.

"We'll see you in three months to have your cast changed." He finished. Sherlock and I stood up and headed towards the plaster room, following the purple lines on the floor.

An hour later we were sat on the sofa of my flat with a pot of tea and some Bourbons, which were long since discarded. My white cast already graffitied by Sherlock with chemical formulas and equations. We were sat, cuddled together watching the new Derren Brown programme about the art robbery. Sherlock was sat there making remarks every so often about how he does it. "Sherlock?" I asked quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Hmm." Sherlock hummed, glancing down and into my eyes.

"Why did you come back to me? You could have easily left me there but you came back..." I mumbled, looking at him confused.

"I came back because... I... Erm... I came back because I...I...I..." He struggled to find words, for once his brain failing him.

"S...S...S...Sherlock..." I stuttered, staring at his smouldering eyes.

"Molly, I always claim to be married to my work and that this really isn't my area. Many people have thought me to be homosexual with John but little do they know... Molly, my pathologist, my partner in crime. If I am married to my work then henceforth I am married to you because all my work leads me to you. So Doctor Molly Elizabeth Margret Hooper would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Sherlock said.

A/N: Sorry it's really short, hopefully I will be back soon with the next chapter x