Sorry this took so long to get up. School started and it's been pretty chaotic. I'm going to shoot for the weekend for the next chapter. Enjoooy -E
Miss. Molly Hooper woke up find the opposite side of her bed was no longer occupied. The euphoria she had been recently so high on disappeared in a second. As usual, he was only doing exactly what he told her: staying the night to make sure she was going to be okay. But what about the kiss, she had no idea what to make of that. Pity and sympathy was the first thing that came to mind, but she's known Sherlock for years. And pity was not a normal emotion to be felt for Sherlock. She went to make herself something to eat when the smile returned to her lips. He hadn't just left. She held the piece of paper to her chest for a minute before getting ready to go into work. Looking into the mirror she parted her hair the way she knew he liked and put on her lipstick before leaving with a new spring in her step.
"What does it say?" John Watson asked his companion.
"Nothing of importance, just an empty threat." Sherlock replied quickly and coldly.
"Sherlock, this case is of national importance anything from her happens to be important."
"Give it to me."
"No."
"Give it." John said as he snatched it violently out of Sherlock's hands. "You, you aren't really taking this to heart are you?"
"Of course not."
"Good. Because it's-"
"I don't have a heart to take it to."
"Sherlock, this is what she wants."
"She wants me to leave my friends alone, so I will."
"Tell Molly."
"Why?"
"Because Sherlock. I haven't known you long but never have I seen you care or take that much interest of anything other than a corpse."
He didn't reply but he got up and wrapped himself up in his coat and went to leave.
"For God's sake where are you going?"
"The mortuary."
"To talk to Molly?"
"No, to work."
Sherlock Holmes arrived in the mortuary of St. Bartholomew's to find Molly of a particularly cheery disposition. She smiled and blushed all at the same time at him as he stalked by. He merely glanced in her direction, not once breaking his cold demeanour. As much as he wanted to sweep her up in his arms and rest his chin on her head and catch the sweet smell of her perfume. As much as he would've loved to have kissed her again and held her again and laughed with her again he only walked on into the laboratory. His text alert noise rang as he sat down in front of his work.
Very good. What'd I tell you?
Sherlock's mind numbed.
John stared at the note.
And a spring in Molly's step was lost.