Author's note : I am SOOOOO sorry guys, I forgot one or two chapters, in the middle of the story, during the cohabitation between Sherlock and Molly, so errr here they are ! Hope you'll have as much pleasure reading them that I had writing them :)
Please review if you like :3 I'd really like to have your opinion :)
Molly was worried. After her long talk with John Watson and Greg Lestrade, she had gone back to the mortuary to find it empty. Sherlock had vanished from the room and his clothes were still in the cupboard. She figured out his homeless network had provided him new clothes to be free to walk unseen before letting the hospital back to normal. She sighed and took a bag to put Sherlock's stuff in it for evidences. She filled the autopsy rapport and took a label to put to the toe of the body who looked like a lot Sherlock's before putting it into one of the locker of the mortuary. Then, she discreetly moved from the mortuary to the laboratory. She stayed late at night to work. At least that's what her colleagues thought, but she was staying to erase every pieces of evidences that would show Sherlock would be still alive. The fact she was staying late wasn't suspicious in itself though, because she was used to do this. She sighed when the clock showed 2:00 am. She took her coat and turned the light off while going out of St Barth's Hospital. She took the subway to go back home. During the short trip she thought about her crazy day. So much pressure on her shoulders… And seeing John and Lestrade so desperate had torn her apart. But she was glad to have helped a…friend ? No, not a friend. At first, an instant crush. Then, after he kept not paying attention to her, he told her she was…counting ? Molly looked at her feet, finding them suddenly very interesting.
When she arrived in front of her door, she looked for her keys in her bag and, after 30 seconds of researches, brandished them proudly and put them into the lock. After entering her house, she closed the door and locked it by precautions before turning the lights on. She heard Toby, her dearest cat meow and rub against her legs. She smiled and said happily :
« - Here you are !
- Yes, here I am… » said a deep voice coming from the living room.
Molly dropped her stuff on the floor and almost scream of fear. Sat on the couch, wrapped in the white mortuary sheet, Sherlock Holmes was looking at her as if everything was normal. Molly dropped her jaw seing this surreal scene. She finally shut her mouth and frowned her eyebrows looking at the door.
« - How did you…? she said pointing at the lock.
- Mycroft, he answered simply.
- He…Wasn't he supposed to give you some…clothes to put on ? she asked shyly.
- Indeed, Sherlock said pointing at a little amont of clothes at his feet.
- Okay…, Molly continued closing her eyes in disbelief. But w…why here ?
- Everyone thinks I'm dead except you and 25 homeless. Guess who's my first choice ?
- And Mycroft ? »
Sherlock made a sort of disgusted face just at the thought of staying at his brother's house. Molly lifted her eyes to the ceiling. His own brother helps him faking his death and he refuses to stay at his home ? Was this childish war going to stop any day ?
« - Well, continued Sherlock while getting up from the sofa. You're extremely late so I took the liberty to visit your house. I'll take your room.
- Wait, interrupted Molly, what ? I have a spare room, you know…
- Too small. Need the space. Good night. » he answered ending the conversation by closing the door of her bedroom on him.
Molly sighed and got into the bed of her spare bedroom, wearing a simple t-shirt and a her underwear. Sherlock was in HER bedroom with HER stuff and HER pyjamas. Toby followed her and went to sleep with her. She authorized herself a smile while cuddling her cat. She was however feeling uneasy. A man supposed to be dead was in her room. The man she helped to fake his death. Molly was quite sure that he wasn't sleeping, Sherlock Holmes had the reputation to not sleep while solving a case, and he was on a bloody big one. Molly ignored the details, but she hopped she would know more tomorrow. While getting asleep, a foolish thought came to her mind : hey Molly, the man of your dreams is in your bed !
Some scratches at her door woke Molly at about 6:00 am. She opened her eyes and saw it was time to go to the office. She stretched and got up quickly, searching her wardrobe in the dark. After long seconds of research, she remembered that she was in her spare bedroom. She sighed. Her bathroom and everything was in her bedroom. She opened discreetly her door and gave a look at the living room. No one. But the little amount of clothes wasn't here anymore and her bedroom's door was slightly opened. « Well, she thought, he should be out… » She opened fully her door and made her way to the kitchen. There she saw an empty cup of tea with a note next to it saying : « Lack of biscuits ». She lifted an eyebrow and saw an empty bow of biscuits next to the cup. She rolled her eyes while heading to her bedroom, followed by a hungry Toby.
But she froze when entering the room. Sherlock wasn't out at all. He was sat on the bed, Molly's computer on his knees, dressed up in his usual clothes.
« - Your book about corpse decomposition is pretty interesting but I've noticed some mistakes about… » Sherlock said turning to face her.
But something had stopped him.
« - What happened to your clothes ? » he said pointing at Molly, still in underwear.
Molly shouted :
« - They're in my closet ! In MY ROOM ! »
And she slammed the door. Not with anger, but with embarrassment. She had ever wanted to see Sherlock in underwear but not the opposite ! Now what will he say ? That her breasts were too small ? That her legs were too skinny ? The door opened suddenly and Molly ran into the kitchen to hide herself behind the fridge. Sherlock went out, took his scarf and coat, and before going out of the house, he said :
« - Need to work. Be back in some days. And buy biscuits ! »
He closed the door on him and while putting fake glasses on his nose not to be recognized, he allowed him a slight smile. Now he had her mensurations.