This is just another kind of fun chapter I wrote. It's going to get more serious soon, but I just felt like it needed a tiny bit more of a lighter atmosphere.. if that makes any sense. Plus, I realized how much I love Toby and wanted to but him in the story for a while! Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Please don't be afraid to leave me a positive or negative review. Feedback is appreciated! Also, tell me what you would like to see.. I love hearing your thoughts!

-LoveIsAFairyTale

After a long, strenuous day of work, Molly had returned to her normal flat. Remembering that she needed clothes, and her beloved Toby. Whether the boys liked it or not, her feline was going to stay with them. Once she walked in the door, Toby meowed at her, as if questioning where she had been. She picked him up and nuzzled his face, affectionately.

"I'm sorry Toby, but mummy was taken by the strange detective she has told you about." She said, in a sweet voice.

Toby hissed at the word detective, because he didn't like the man. He disliked cats, so he disliked him right back.

"Toby, you are going to have to straighten out your priorities with him, because we are going to live with him for a bit."

He hissed and jumped out of her arms and strutted to the couch, where he started to scratch on her love seat. He only did this when he was upset, but she knew once she gave him some treats, he would change his mind.

A good thirty minutes later, Molly and Toby, along with some more of her belongings, were entering 221B. When she walked in, she noticed only John was there. He immediately noticed her presence and the cat as well.

"So, this is the famous Toby, I presume?" John questioned as the cat made his way to him and rubbed up on his leg, affectionately.

"Yes, and he seems to take a liking to you." Molly grinned as Toby jumped up onto the soldier's lap and started purring.

John started absentmindedly petting him as he chatted with Molly about her day and her about his. Nothing of value happened really, except for a woman who had committed suicide. She was only twenty-one, and she, in a way, looked like herself. Which was a bit creepy for her, and John agreed.

Sometime during that conversation, they hadn't noticed a sound of footsteps approaching them. Sherlock didn't feel the need to interrupt except for when he saw Toby. Toby was alerted that the consulting detective was near, since he has fantastic hearing. He hissed once Sherlock tried to get closer to the couch, where John was seated.

Molly gasped at the surprise of Sherlock appearing, while John wasn't.

"We got another new flat mate, Sherlock." He said, petting the cat as it scowled at Sherlock.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Really? I think I see a new experiment."

Molly sighed, "No dangerous experiments on him, Sherlock."

Sherlock only grinned as he retreated to his room for some thinking.