A/N: Hello again, nice to see you all again. Sorry for the delay I've been working 19 hour days so it's been tricky to balance work and writing time but here I am again with an update for you all. Thank you so much for the reviews favourites and follows. I guess this would be classed as AU now, due to Tom but for now he won't make an appearance. I apologise for misspelling Stephan Moffat's name and it is my fault for not proof reading on my apple device (I've got a cousin called Stephen and autocorrect changed it). As always it doesn't belong to me and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter.
Geronimo
SM
Chapter 12:
"WHAT?" I shouted turning to face Sherlock, pulling on my t-shirt. "Mycroft did what?" I continued, walking over to him.
"Mycroft must have thought it would be easier considering I am going away to Eastern Europe soon and he doesn't know if I will come back..." Sherlock replied calmly.
"I'm sorry?" I asked worried at the last part of his sentence.
"No need to apologise Molly, you can't help being ordinary sometimes." Sherlock uttered heading towards the door and pulling Molly along by her hand.
"Sherlock, that's not what I meant," I stated, tugging his hand to halt him. "You said, 'if I come back,' that implies y...y...you m...m...m...might d...d...die!" I cried, the tears welling up in my eyes starting to sting.
"Well, yes I guess so. The British government weren't too happy about the whole Magnussen death so Mycroft agreed something..." Sherlock said calmly,
"Give me your phone Sherlock! I will break more than his bloody umbrella this time..." I wailed as Sherlock pulled me in for a tight hug.
"Shhhhh Molly, calm down. It's going to be fine. We're going to be fine." Sherlock murmured into my hair, stroking soothingly.
"You haven't even told John yet!" I stated, wiping away the drying tears.
"About that..."Sherlock started to say.
"You told him? How long has he known?" I asked, outraged.
"Well... You know when I came to you all battered and bruised with a broken nose and jaw..." He mumbled, turning all shy.
"That was November. Why didn't you tell me Sherlock?" I enquired, trying to temper my mood.
"Because I invented you a boyfriend and I didn't want John to find out about us at the time because I wanted to keep what we had between us." Sherlock stated, looking baffled at why I was questioning him on his morals. Despite feeling cheated that Sherlock had lied to her, his intentions had been good and she couldn't question that.
"Sherlock, you need to understand I'm your wife now, better or worse, richer or poorer... Get the picture? I love you Sherlock and I don't want you to have to lie to me about everything." I huffed, still holding his hand.
"Are you certain Molly? I could always get Mycroft to..." Sherlock muttered, somewhat thinking allowed before I pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Yes Sherlock, I'm certain. There's nothing I want more than to be your wife." I whispered, looking up at his icy blue eyes.
He seemed to just stand there for a while blinking every so often but not speaking or moving more than that.
"Sherlock? You're doing the thing again. Come on Hun, we've got to go pick up the rings!" I said tugging on his hand but his body was a dead weight. "Right that's it." I announced, going on my tip toes to attempt to revive him from this state. I pressed my lips against his and ran my fingers through the soft curls at the nape of his neck to try and attract his attention. After 20 seconds or so I went to pull away, realising I wasn't doing any good, but as soon as I started to untangle my fingers from his curls he started to respond. Slowly at first but gaining passion as the kiss went on.
About five minutes later we broke away for air; gasping like we'd run a marathon and hunched over with our hands on our knees.
"We better get going, the shop has been closed so we can pick them up alone and Mycroft has sent a car. Come along Mrs Holmes!" He bellowed, pulling us out of my apartment and down towards the waiting black Jaguar, courtesy of Mycroft's minor position in the British government.
"Isn't this a lovely car! I'd love one but I can't afford it." I said, gazing longingly at it, before we got in.
"I'll buy you one, the owner of the company owes me a favour, might as well redeem it now." He muttered, sliding in next to me before the chauffer closed his door and drove us off towards Tiffany's in Sloane Square.
We arrived 35 minutes later. The usual doorman had been replaced by one of Mycroft's minions, if the transparent curled wire leading to the earpiece was any indication. The car stopped outside the door and the burly man at the door opened the car door on my side, holding his hand out expectantly. I took it, climbing out of the car with little grace before releasing his hand and looking at Sherlock gracefully sliding out of the black Jaguar. He walked over to me as the tall man closed the car door and walked to the glass ones of Tiffany's and opened them for us.
Sherlock took my hand and lead me inside, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand. The plush carpet underneath our feet was something I dreamed about in my apartment but could never afford and the diamonds locked away in the glass cabinets were just gorgeous as the sunlight reflected off them. We walked over to the displays on the left side of the ground floor; I gasped, looking at all the beautiful jewellery that I never could afford. A brunette woman dressed in a black suit greeted us as we walked over. She recognised Sherlock immediately.
"Mr Sherlock Holmes! I knew it! I knew you couldn't be dead. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm temporary, I shouldn't have said that. Now I won't get another job!" The woman started crying, her petit frame shaking as she cried. I couldn't comfort her because I knew that now she had said that Mycroft will ship her away to live in exile for blowing his cover.
"I'm sorry." I muttered, watching the tall, bald doorman walk in and fetch the petite brunette before pulling her out of the shop and forcefully placing her in another black car that drove off at speed.
Before too long a taller man walked down the stairs. His black hair streaked with grey and his black suit immaculate.
"My apologies for her, she was temporary. Don't worry Mister and Missus Holmes, please follow me to my office; your rings are waiting." He announced, gesturing for us to go up the stairs and into an office with blacked out windows. Sherlock went first, pulling me along with him so I was only a step behind him until we reached the top floor and walked into the office, followed by who I presumed to be the manager. "Please, sit down. Can I get you a drink of anything?" He asked, locking the office door.
"I believe we are fine," Sherlock replied icily, impatient with how long this was taking.
"Alright. I believe that a Schlumberger Two Bees Ring was purchased along with a Schlumberger Eighteen stone ring and a Milgrain wedding band. They were ordered in specific sized to be picked up now. The balance of £78075 has already been paid so no worries about that. Also I have been asked for a wedding gift to give this necklace to you Missus Holmes, it's an Enchant Butterfly Pendant. Also for you Mister Holmes an Atlas Dome Watch." The manager replied, handing over two turquoise bags with white ribbons. "Thank you for your purchases Mister and Missus Holmes. I hope to see you at Tiffany's soon." He uttered, standing up from the leather chair, walking over to the door and unlocking it.
We walked out of his office; I was clutching the turquoise bags like they could run away, but mostly because they were worth more than anything, including my apartment. The doorman was waiting for us at the glass doors, opening them for us and then moving on to opening the Jaguar doors for Sherlock and I to climb in.
We arrived back at my apartment 45 minutes later, the traffic was appalling and stopping for Chinese take away on the journey most likely didn't help so by the time we got back it was about 3 and the Chinese was cold. The journey also only made me want to open the immaculate Tiffany's bags and put on my rings. As we strode in to my apartment Sherlock took all the bags from me, placing them all in the kitchen but bringing the turquoise bags back into the living room; untying the pristine white ribbons on the way. I stood in the middle of the room, waiting for Sherlock but surprised when he got down on one knee with the rings.
"Molly Holmes, I know this is unconventional and we haven't followed what John would have suggested to be the 'protocol' for marriage but I care deeply for you Molly, and I love you. Will you accept these rings as a sign of my devotion to you?" Sherlock asked, his voice heavy with emotion.
"I do."