Hello! Finally I managed to finish chapter 3 I get so distracted, such a horrible habit, I know. I'm glad you're all enjoying the story! Thank you for telling me that my characters are actually well... In character. That's a huge compliment since I feel like I make them really OOC. So yeah... Hm, I hope you all like this chapter I sure do. I was really iffy about writing comedy since I'm used to writing so much angst (so much that it was actually starting to bum me out) but I find myself laughing at some of these things. Feel free to review, shower me with compliments and stuff (you don't actually have to, but it's nice and it makes me feel special)

Oh! Also before I forget, I searched a few terms used in the 1930's (which was fun to do) and I decided to use them in this chapter!

I'm rambling...I'll stop.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

"I look like my grandmother."

"Nonsense, you look cute as a bug's ear." commented Mrs. Hudson.

Molly stared at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a coral shirtwaist dress with white buttons and matching flats, she had tucked her hair into a bun, refusing to let Mrs. Hudson fumble with her any further.

"I would never wear this..." she muttered.

"Well seeing as how you were dressed before I'd say it's a big improvement." commented the older woman innocently.

Molly glared at her from the mirror, but the older woman ignored her.

"Come on let's go show you off to Sherlock and John."

xXx

Molly felt suddenly shy as she entered the living room, John was the first to look at her and nodded approvingly.

"What a tomato." he commented.

"Excuse me?"

"He means you look...nice." said Sherlock from behind her.

Molly froze in place and watched him settle down in his chair, "John, I have told you not to categorize women in such a way. Women don't like being compared to a vegetable."

Molly stifled a giggle and Sherlock looked up with a raised brow, "Is something funny?"

Molly shook her head and bit her lip to stifle another giggle.

"Well clearly something I said was amusing to you."

"It's just..." she hesitated, "A tomato is fruit...not a vegetable."

"Nonsense."

"It has seeds...It's a fruit." she said in a matter of fact tone.

John let out a laugh but quickly covered it with a cough.

"Oh shut up, you didn't know either!"

"Shut up you, cock!" retorted John.

"Boys! Settle down!" said Mrs. Hudson, "You two need to start behaving properly." she said as she made her way back down the stairs.

Molly walked awkwardly over to them, "What are we going to do now?" she asked them curiously.

Sherlock jumped out of his chair and walked past her to grab his coat, "Go talk to Lestrade of course." and with that he flung his coat over his shoulders as he made his way down the stairs, Molly and John stood in the living room awkwardly.

"You...shaved it off..." Molly motioned her finger over her lip.

"Yep." he said making the 'p' pop.

"Wasn't working for you?" said Molly with an amused grin.

John remained quiet, "We should...ah." he cleared his throat, "...Go."

He walked passed her and Molly couldn't help but let out a giggle before following closely behind.

Sherlock Homes watched a fascinated Molly Hooper with the utmost curiosity, a part of him still didn't believe that this woman was telling the truth, maybe she was some lunatic who somehow managed to get into his flat, if that were the case then all this would surely be a waste of his time, but on the other hand... What if Molly Hooper was telling the truth? What if somehow she managed to stumble eighty-three years into the past?

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." said the voice of his brother Mycroft in his head.

Sherlock frowned to himself, the last thing he wanted was to hear his brother's voice, especially not in his head He continued to watch her, occasionally he would notice a spark of fascination or a gasp escape her lips as they passed things he saw throughout London everyday it made him wonder.

"Miss Hooper." he began.

"Molly, Call me Molly." she told him.

"Molly." he said testing it out, "Tell me about your London."

"I've already told you."

"You've stated facts. Now I want to know about how you see it in your eyes."

He observed her, he noticed her bite her lip, often a sign of nervousness and the fact that her lips looked raw and chapped concluded that she did this a lot, a habit. Meaning that Molly Hooper was that of a nervous demeanor.

"Well..." She began, "It certainly doesn't look like this anymore." she waved a hand out the cab window.

"There isn't horse drawn carriages on the streets alongside cars, it's different. Your London is a mixture of your modern and the past this London is beginning to adapt to the future... My future. We don't have horse drawn carriages anymore because we've managed to adapt to a quite crowded and very fast paced London. Where there's huge billboards and lights everywhere... It's a little overwhelming once you think about it."

Sherlock nodded as he stored the new found information, he then wondered how it would be like to live in that time, a fast paced London didn't seem so bad. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of John's voice.

"We're here."

John paid the cab and the trio exited the cab, he looked at the familiar building that was New Scotland Yard and let out a breath.

"Shall we?" he said, but didn't wait for a response before entering the building.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?" asked Lestrade curiously.

Molly looked at Lestrade and her inner self was going wild, in the books she was a huge fan of Greg Lestrade. He was funny, and charming, and even though he was complete rubbish at solving cases he had still managed to make his way to her 'favorite character's' list.

"Gavin—"began Sherlock.

"Greg Lestrade!" chimed Molly suddenly.

She stepped in front of Sherlock and took Lestrade's hand.

"Even she knows Lestrade's name." John told Sherlock.

"Shut up." he murmured in reply.

Lestrade's eyebrows shot up as he stared at Molly curiously.

"It's a pleasure to meet you I'm a big fan!" she said as she took his hand and shook it.

She heard Sherlock scoff, but Molly ignored him. Lestrade on the other case grinned at her, "You are? Well aren't you a doll. What's your name?"

"Molly Hooper."

"Well Miss Hooper what can I do for you?" he said as he gave her another dazzling grin.

Sherlock scoffed and stepped between the two, "I need you to do a background check on Miss Hooper, actually." he said with a cold stare.

The smile on Lestrade's face disappeared and was replaced with a frown.

"That's not my division." he stated.

"Well I'm making it you division." warned Sherlock.

"Boys." warned John as he stepped between the two.

"What? Why? I told you everything!" whined Molly.

Sherlock glanced at Molly, "Yes, but I am still not entirely sure if I believe you, Molly." he said, "I need to see if there's any record of you and if there's so much a trace of you actually existing...in this time. I will not help you."

Sherlock heard Molly mutter something along the lines of, "Git." under her breath, but he chose to ignore it, instead he looked at Lestrade.

"Do you forget that I have solved most of the cases brought into Scotland Yard, you owe me Graham."

"IT'S GREG!" Said Molly, Lestrade, and John in unison.

Lestrade let out a sigh, "Fine. I'll do it."

A triumphant smile appeared on Sherlock's face, "Excellent!"

"And what are you going to do if we can't find anything on Molly?" asked John.

Sherlock's smile faded, "Then we'll have to go to the next option and I really don't want to do that."

"What?" asked Molly.

Sherlock let out a breath and closed his eyes.

"Mycroft."