Sorry, this one is short, but again... this is set up. Gonna be a quite a few layers to this one, folks. Hold on. LOL

Chapter Two

Molly felt like someone was watching her. At the lab, on the tube.

She started to pick up her phone to ask Sherlock to stop by. She was getting very uneasy. Perhaps he could figure it out.

But she deleted her message before sending. She could hear him now.

"I deduce, Molly, that you should stop watching bad horror films before bed. "

That's it. That's all it is. Molly didn't want one more reason for Sherlock to roll his eyes at her and think her silly.

But she sped up her steps towards her flat anyway.

Better safe than sorry, aye?

Molly stepped through her door and immediately locked it behind her. She placed her coat on the rack and dropped her bag at the side table before turning around. She first noticed her cat, who was currently huddled in a corner hissing and growling.

"What is it Lucy? " Molly bent to try to pry the frightened feline from her position.

"I don't think your cat likes me. "

Molly fell on her arse at the unexpected voice coming from her couch.

She looked up with wide eyes.

A slim dark haired woman sat there looking with a smirk at her. Her jean clad legs crossed at the booted ankle on her coffee table.

After a few moments of silence, the woman plucked at her short leather jacket and raised her eyebrows almost in challenge at the pathologist.

"Where are all those British manners, Molly? Aren't you going to offer me some...tea? "

Molly gaped at her, opening her mouth then promptly shutting it several times.

"You're just an adorable little mouse, aren't ya, snookums? I promise you, you have plenty of things to be afraid of, but Im not one of them. Im actually here to help you. "

Molly finally found her voice as she stood up.

"Start by telling me who you are and what you are doing in my flat! "

The woman simply smiled at her, shaking her head.

"I've had a lot of names over the years, but for a while now, I have gone by Meg. "

"Meg? "

"Ok, so lets try to make me repeat myself, Snooks. I really don't like that. "

"I don't know you. "

"But I know all about you! " Meg said with a laugh. " Well, the important stuff at least. I am going to...bring you into the loop...so to speak. "

"What loop? "

"Well, I have been watching you for a few days now. You really get squirrly when that Sherlock guy comes by. He hasn't told you what he's been up to has he? Yeah... didn't think so. Well, I guess I can't blame you. Girls gotta love the seemingly unattainable, doesn't she? "

"I don't... understand... what you... "

"Sure you do. So lets just cut to the chase. Men have their uses. They really do. But there are just some things they need to adjust the testosterone for. "

"What are you talking about? "

"Simple. Your boy is about to step into a war. A war he isn't prepared for. He needs something to ground him. From what I have seen, this Sherlock guy doesn't think anyone can out do him. Narcissistic, ego the size of Russia... Kinda like my old boss. But enough about that. He needs something to tether him to reality. But its going to be dangerous. So, you have to ask yourself. Is he worth the risk? "

"Sherlock could get hurt? "

"Forgone conclusion. He WILL be hurt in one way or another, even if its just his pride. He's just a baby when it comes to dealing with real monsters. "

"Monsters? You are insane. Leave my flat now... "

"Look, sweet cheeks, I am just here to help you. Sherlock is going to need you but he will never ask. "

Molly searched Meg's eyes for a sign of deception, and couldn't find any. Not that she was Sherlock .

"What does he need? What can I do? Why do you want to help me. "

"You love Sherlock, right? "

"I...yes " She'd thought about denying it, but if things were as desperate as it seemed, she didn't bother.

" The things I am going to tell you, you aren't going to want to believe, but they are true if you believe or not. In order to help Sherlock, lets just bypass the nay saying and just assume I am telling you the truth and nothing but, ok? The plain fact is men and women don't think the same way. And in this case, it could get them killed. "

"What do I need to do? " Molly repeated herself.

"You need to make him care more about you than himself. Or at least want you on another level."

"Oh! No. Sherlock would never... "

"He can and I can help. "

"You don't know him. "

"Honey, I know men. He might not be your garden variety man, but he still is a walking penis. "

"Look at you though! Easy for you to say. You wouldn't have a man look at you like... "

Meg surprised her by laughing quite heartily.

"Have an extraordinary man care about you even when you have obvious flaws? "

"Well... right. So you see why I can't... "

Molly fell back against the wall as Meg descended at her, pushing her backward. She crooked an arm over Molly's head and looked at her with a smirk.

"Like seducing an angel? "

"Angel? " Molly looked at her gaping, but quickly shook her head. " Even so... look at you... even an angel could be tempted... What flaw could you have that... "

Meg tipped her head back, smirked once again, then blinked. When her eyes reopened, the were solid black. She blinked again, and her eyes were back to normal.

"Flaws, like...being a demon? "

Molly's word turned like a roulette wheel before blackness too her and she hit the floor.

Meg made no move to catch her as she fell. She stood looking down at the other woman, hands placed on her hips.

"This is going to be harder than I thought. " Meg tipped her head to the side and narrowed her eyes then shook her head.

"The things you talk me into, Clarence... " She said before bending down and pulling Molly by her arms to the couch to wait for her to wake up.