I was ever so surprised to see the amount of positive reactions this received! Since it is so well liked I decided to write another chapter sooner than expected, far sooner than expected.
SmilesSaveLives- Thank you for reviewing! I am so pleased that you are enjoying this fan fiction. I never expected anyone to be as enthusiastic to read the next chapter as you seem to be!
This chapter ends on a happier note than the previous one. Anyway, on with the story!
Now: Mycroft Holmes Kidnaps Molly Hooper. With guest appearances from Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson!
Molly Hooper
"Regular Speech."
"Over the phone."
April 4th- Day 2
The morgue was sterile and white. Silver drawers held the dead and their remains. One draw stuck open, it was empty. The missing specimen was sitting on the examining table. I was partially covered in blue plastic but the head was open to the elements. Dead, hazel eyes stared blankly up at their examiner, and grey-blue eyes stared back.
Sherlock Holmes examined the murder victim in front of him. He started to prod the victim with his gloved finger.
A woman stood on the side-lines. She wore a white lab coat and was of average height. Her mousey hair fell to her mid-back and her doe brown eyes were focused on the living man in front of her.
Suddenly a cheery song broke the silence. The woman jumped slightly and Sherlock just sighed, before, without even turning around, waving his hand to shoo the woman.
She blushed a bright red before scurrying out of the morgue. She swiftly fished the phone out of her pocket and lent on the wall of a vacant corridor. Her finger inched towards the answer button but stopped after she caught sight of the caller ID.
'Number Unavailable'
The woman then tapped the end-call button and pocketed the phone. She turned on her heel and began to walk back to the morgue.
She made it three steps before they appeared beside her.
She was flanked by men in black suits. It was as if they had materialized out of nowhere. The woman suddenly felt like a deer in the mouth of a wolf. The woman tensed and began to run away from the men. It did not matter where; all she cared about was escaping.
Her mouth opened, prepared to release a panicked scream. Immediately a cloth-covered hand closed over her mouth and nose.
Then Molly Hooper knew no more.
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The black car slid smoothly down the roads of London. The driver was fully focused on his destination and one of his passengers was utterly engrossed by her phone.
The second passenger was dead to the world. She was upright and wearing a seatbelt but her head drooped forward and she breathed in a slow rhythm.
Multiple structures sped past the tinted windows. The car took a sharp turn to the right and stopped at the red lights. Pedestrians, laden with shopping bags, scurried across the busy road. The lights shone a honey colour and switched to green. The car barrelled eagerly down the roads once more.
Doe-brown eyes fluttered open as Molly Hooper began to stir. She fidgeted sleepily in her seat for a moment before bolting upright. The seatbelt dug into her chest and she was forced to relax slightly. Without even looking at the other occupants of the car she began to fiddle frantically with her seatbelt.
"That won't do you any good, you know." The other woman stated as she stared at her BlackBerry.
Molly Hooper jumped, as if she had just realised that there was someone else in the back seat with her. Ignoring the advice Molly continued to attempt to unfasten her seatbelt only to find that the mechanism was locked.
Molly took a deep breath as if to calm herself. Her hands shook with terror before she curled them into fists. Her fear dissolved into anger. Despite how she acted around one Sherlock Holmes, she was in fact a very fierce woman at heart.
"Why have you kidnapped me?" Molly asked without even a tremor of dread.
The BlackBerry-Woman, as Molly had decided to dub her, looked at Molly with surprise evident in her eyes. "You're asking the right questions, unlike the other one. If I see that one again, well, she might not come out unscathed."
Molly just raised an eyebrow. She wanted her question answered and the BlackBerry-Woman was the only one who could answer it.
BlackBerry-Woman smiled slightly. "My boss wants to ask you a few questions; I doubt that you will be harmed."
"That's very comforting." Molly responded dryly. "Anyway, I'm Molly Hooper. Of course you already knew that didn't you?"
"Yep," The BlackBerry-Woman replied. "My name is Anthea, for now."
Molly just sighed before turning her attention to a completely different topic. "So you like BlackBerrys, do you? I must say that I prefer iPhones."
"Ah, but it is much easier to text on a BlackBerry. I will admit that it can be a little cumbersome at times. Say, what do you think of the new Android?
So, the two women bonded over their love for technology. Of course, when Anthea mentioned that she had two kittens by the names of Andrea and Zack, they found that they also shared a love for cats.
I think that we can safely assume that Molly Hooper had a much more enjoyable ride that Sargent Sally Donovan did.
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About an hour later, the driver had been going round in circles, the black car pulled up in another abandoned warehouse
Anthea and Molly stepped out of the car; they both wore a large smile and were giggling madly. Anthea composed herself and waved Molly towards the man in the centre of the warehouse.
The man's right eyebrow was raised to his receding, raven hairline and a small smile graced his lips. His forest green eyes sparkled with mirth. The man's face became a blank mask as soon as Molly looked in his direction.
The man leaned on his signature black umbrella and gestured towards the black chair as Molly approached. Without even a nervous backward glance towards Anthea, Molly declined the offered seat and stared blankly at the Umbrella-Man, as she had decided to call him.
"Hello." The Umbrella-Man greeted.
"Hello." Molly replied.
There was an awkward silence, and anyone who was watching would have seen Anthea grin and stifle a laugh.
The Umbrella-Man coughed uneasily and began to speak. "Miss Molly Hooper, Pathologist at St. Bartholomew's morgue. You just let Sherlock Holmes view the body of one Mr Alex Erikson in conjunction to the Falafel Case."
"I did just let him view the deceased Mr Erikson," Molly responded with slight surprise. "But Falafel Case? Really?"
"Really." The Umbrella-Man confirmed. "Anyway, so Mr Holmes uses your morgue from time to time I hear?"
"Yeah, he uses the science lab too. Sometimes he tells me that my boyfriend is gay and completely ruins my relationship. Jim just disappeared off the face of the Planet..." She muttered the last bit to herself, but the keen hearing of the Umbrella-Man picked it up.
"Jim?"
"Used to work in IT, stopped coming to work two days ago. Sherlock said Jim was gay and I must admit it's a possibility."
"Last name?"
"None of your business!" Molly snapped. "Look I don't see why you need to know any of this!"
"You don't?"
"You want to kidnap Jim too." Molly breathed. "Well, good luck finding him. His last name was Thomson."
Molly glared angrily at the Umbrella-Man and he fidgeted, ever so slightly, under her ferocious gaze. There was another moment of uncomfortable silence before two mobiles broke into song. Molly blushed a beet red and the Umbrella-Man looked down awkwardly.
"Mind If I-"
"Sorry about-"
They both stared at each other in embarrassment before checking their caller ID and answering their phones.
"Hello?"They both asked.
Molly's Phone Call
"Hello?"Molly enquired. "John?"
"Molly! I'm so glad you finally picked up!" Doctor John Watson's voice replied. "Look, you've been kidnapped by a lady with a BlackBerry and a man with a black umbrella, right?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"And you're in an abandoned warehouse, right?
"Right again. Have you been taking lessons from Sherlock recently?"
"No time. Look, if Sherlock and I suddenly run in there try to be prepared, okay?"
"Sure." Molly dragged out the word as she responded.
"Great. Bye!"
"Bye."
Molly Hooper lowered the phone whilst staring at it with disbelief. She looked at the Umbrella-Man only to find him clutching his umbrella very protectively and staring at the wall to his left, her right, with expectation. She too decided to keep an eye on that wall.
Molly was not entirely sure what to expect, but, with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson around, there was not much you could expect, except for trouble.
The Umbrella-Man's Phone Call
"Hello, Sherlock?" The Umbrella-Man inquired.
"Mycroft, how is that diet coming along?" Sherlock Holmes asked rhetorically whilst the Umbrella-Man, Mycroft, spluttered nonsense. "As much as I love a good bit of banter, we don't have time for that. I need your umbrella, so you may find that I have blown a very large hole in the wall to get it. Understand? Well then, goodbye, Mycroft!"
The call abruptly ended and the Umbrella-Man began to scrutinise the wall to his left. That was the nearest side to where his CCTV had last seen Doctor John Watson and Sherlock Holmes after all.
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The collapse was exactly where the Umbrella-Man had been expecting it to be. However, this did not stop him from jumping a few centimetres into the air. The left wall of the warehouse crumbled as a giant, metal, ball came swinging through it.
The bright yellow machine lumbered forward and the Umbrella-Man surveyed the rubble as if expecting a frontal assault.
Meanwhile, Molly Hooper and Anthea flinched. They also squeaked slightly, their reaction was rather tame compared to the one of the chauffer. A strangled scream, which was soon muffled, came from the car, yet no one heard it. They were all preoccupied with the giant, buttercup-coloured, demolition-machine.
After the machine began to back away, the three released breaths they did not even know they had been holding.
The hideous machine disappeared from sight and the three looked at each other.
Finally, Andrea spoke. "Sir, what was that about?"
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The black car slid through the streets with ease. It took back roads and short cuts that the previous driver had been completely oblivious to. Of course no one noticed the chauffer, did they? He was just another face to the three passengers. Not even Mycroft Holmes, whose skills were said to exceed his brother's, noticed the difference.
The attack on the warehouse had disturbed the Umbrella-Man, Anthea and Molly. The Umbrella-Man had immediately ordered that they changed their location and Anthea had been quick to find a new place.
Anthea sat in front, next to the driver, and Molly sat in the back next to Mycroft, who was far too important to even contemplate sitting in the front.
They were all completely silent until they pulled up in one of the lower levels of an abandoned parking lot. The click of opening doors echoed throughout the damp space.
Molly and Anthea let themselves out while the chauffer opened the Umbrella-Man's door. The chauffer took the offered umbrella as the Umbrella-Man stood up.
"This will do, I suppose. Though, I might as well just get straight to the point." The Umbrella-Man began. "Miss Hooper, will you report on Sherlock Holmes for a reasonable sum of money? Nothing uncomfortable, or personal, just his comings and goings. I do worry about him. Honestly, have you seen the amount of trouble he gets into?"
Molly barely considered the offer. She knew that the Umbrella-Man was being sincere, but, despite that, she did not wish to spy on someone she considered a 'close acquaintance'. "I am afraid that I will have to decline." Molly responded. "I do not doubt your sincerity or concern but I do not believe that it is the right thing to do."
"Never mind, I did not expect anything else, Miss Hooper." The Umbrella-Man sighed. "It seems like we must drop you off back at the morgue."
The Umbrella-Man looked around for the chauffer and his umbrella, only to find them both missing. Groaning came from the boot of the car and Anthea hurried to open it.
"Sir, I think I found the chauffer. You umbrella isn't here though."
The Umbrella-less-Man just sighed in exasperation.
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Anthea and Molly became steadfast friends, sharing a love for technology, cats and 'Glee'. Every Saturday, at 11:30am you will find the two women drinking a hot beverage in a quaint little tea shop.
Mycroft did not get his umbrella back for several days. Need I say that a smirk was plastered to Sherlock's face for the entire week?
Next Time: Mycroft Holmes Kidnaps Anderson.