She looked at Sherlock.
It was among the times that she had seen him so…surprised. He looked from the authority standing in front of him to molly. It was positively and completely awkward. However, john as always spoke up to ease it out.
'Molly!' he said smiling ay her. 'come on in.'
'Uh, hi John. How are you?' she asked. She saw Sherlock step back a little from the woman.
'Still in shock. It's not every day that you see dead men waking up and walking down the aisle of the hospitals.' He said getting up and taking her coat.
'oh, thanks. I just…wanted to see how you to were settling in. I brought some of the things that…he might want, need.' She said stuttering up. This was not good the whole situation was supposed to be the other way round. She making Sherlock uncomfortable instead of him, standing this way with her, completely distracting her.
'Where should I put them?' she asked, compelling her eyes away from the pair in front.
'I'll take them.' Sherlock said coming to life from his stunned stature. He came in front of her, and as much as she tried, there was a little hitch in her throat. She prayed he had not noticed, albeit she knew that it was impossible for him not to notice. He took the clothes and went into his room. The three of them were left standing in awkwardness. Molly looked at the person standing in front of her. The clothes she wore were clearly very costly and luxurious. She had nice figure and her face could positively kill men. The air around her was very imposing and for Molly slightly intimidating. Molly could not place her in any of the baker street regulars.
'Molly, this is Ms. Irene Adler.' John said introducing them with a wave of hand. 'Ms. Adler, this is Dr. Molly Hooper.'
'The pathologist?' she asked in an extremely…sensual and velvety tone or voice, Molly could not put a finger on it.
'yes, the pathologist.' Molly said smiling extending her hand.
'hello, Dr. Hooper.' She said only eyeing the extended hand. Molly lowered her hand looking down at her own shoes. But the glossiness of the other caught her eye.
'great heels.' She said amiably. She got only a little smile in return.
'So what's your problem?' Molly asked once again trying to make a chat. Ms. Adler who had settled on the arm of Sherlock's chair, even now looking very sensual, looked up at her from her phone in surprise.
'Excuse me?' she asked, looking at her with an expression of "have-you-gone-crazy?"
'you are here. Many women don't come here unless they have problem for the boys to solve or are John's girlfriends or are police or me.' she said explanatively.
'ah. I see Mr. Holmes has made an impression on you.' She said returning to her phone. It took all of Molly to not blush.
'you did not answer the question.' Molly continued. This time she had made an effect. The sensual (now she could not think of any other word to describe every bit of that women's body) eyebrows were raised slightly.
'No. No, I don't have any problem and I am surely not Dr. Watson's girlfriend. I was just checking whether or not the rumors of him being alive are true.
'How did you know?' Molly asked, alarmed she had not realized that someone was visiting Sherlock when he was supposedly dead.
'Oh, you remembered. Well, there are people other than the homes boys that keep a check on other people.' Said she, with a purr in that, well, sensual voice. 'I was just checking how we was or whether he really was. And catching up.'
'Oh. But if she knows, then won't other people too?' she asked to John, who was back to his computer now.
'That is what I am checking. Googling out any information that might even hint of Sherlock alive.'
'And we have sent out the homeless network too.' Sherlock's voice emerged from behind.
'But people saw you, Sherlock, the day in the–the hospital.'
'And some of them have clearly recognized me. but not many.'
He said, coming up to the window. Looking outside. Molly was deep I thought on what all might happen if the world came to know that Sherlock Holmes was alive.
'Mr. Holmes, how long did you stay at Dr. Hooper's?' asked the purr-y voice. Molly looked up from her thoughts.
'It would make no difference.' He said coldly. Something inside Molly came plummeting down.
'oh, it would make all the difference.' Said she amusedly.
'do you have anything other than all this chit chat? Something, anything I might find any interest in, because otherwise I must tell you, we are busy at the moment.' He said without emotion, looking at his watch and then up at the her.
'Mr. Holmes,' she hissed seductively. 'I have everything that could keep you interested for the rest of your life.' She said putting one leg on the other suggestively and seductively. Molly could not bear it any longer. She got up angrily and then froze. Everyone's eyes were on her.
'I – I should get going. Gotta get to Bart's' she said awkwardly. And hurried off. Her thoughts remained there even thought she left.