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Sherlock could not have been happier. His plan was falling perfectly into place. Molly and Mary had already become besties with Tia. They had been slowly building a close friendship with her and she reciprocating with surprising ease. Sherlock found it incomprehensible that someone would be so easy enough to fool and that someone would so easily give away the secrets of their best friends. Another surprising thing that he discovered was that Molly did all this with so much ease and such style that he grinned every time she described their meeting and how she had manipulated Tia.
'Why are you grinning that way Sherlock?' she demanded on a similar day.
'I just can't imagine the mousy little Molly doing this. You seem so delighted with manipulating a girl that I think you almost like it.' Sherlock told her taking her into his arms and smirking down at her. Molly pursed her lips and looked up at him with wide defiant eyes.
'but I don't! it's just…well…' she said going from defiant to confused.
'I understand. That's the magic of it. You don't like it but the game's just too engrossing.' He nodded, though still grinning,
'Yes, and it's going to help.' She said recalcitrantly, looking down. Sherlock's smile grew wider.
'I used to tell myself the same thing in the beginning.' He whispered in her years.
'A few years back?' she asked trying to drive the topic from her manipulating someone to him.
'A few decades back.' He said and sat downing with another smirk. Molly looked at him, not derisively but in awe.
Between all this work since Miss Mary was spending so much time with them, John and Mary were forming a very likely and a rather intimate friendship. One day as he and molly sat working on putting information about Moriarty on another website, the could not help but notice the disturbing sound form John's bedroom. Sherlock huffed again as particularly loud one reverberated.
'Give them some space Sherlock.' Molly said but not very convincingly.
'You are as irritated as me Molly. Admit it.'
'yeah but what can we say? Go have sex somewhere else?' she asked.
'Of course. She had a place doesn't she?'
'Yes where her very good listener granny lives. Plus, we don't expect them to ask us to go away when we —' Molly fumbled and looked down. 'you know.'
Sherlock's brain perked up at this and asked her something that had been bothering him for some time.
For my knowledge when is…this "you know" going to happen?' he asked. He could feel Molly blush but she looked up with her new Molly attitude and said with Sherlock-worthy smirk. 'Soon.'
Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but Molly got up and told that she was going to make some coffee putting an end to the topic. Sherlock was going to pursue when John came out looking sheepishly happy look in his face in his pajamas. He looked at Sherlock and grinned. Sherlock scowled back and returned to his laptop.
In the next few weeks the news had something of a buzz on the homes Moriarty topic. New ideas were being written in Sherlock's favor not only by Tia but a few other writers as well. It seemed as though reporters had been following the websites they were leaking Moriarty on. There only short write ups on those topics not big swoops but once again people were talking about the old news and Holmes vs. Moriarty. John and Mary both reported whispers they had heard from various places from the hospital to supermarkets and malls. Even Mycroft told them that they were making a good base and few people had tried to ask him about his brother.
John's site which had gradually got lesser hits after Sherlock's "death", now had hit a new high. Even Sherlock's webpage was being visited. The Googles of Holmes and Moriarty too had grown slowly, Mycroft had informed. Sherlock and John both knew that Moriarty must be getting annoyed at his perfect story being spoilt. They expected that he would retaliate in some horrid way and stopped Molly from leaving the house, entirely.
She and Sherlock were sitting in the hall watching TV, which meant she was watching TV and he had an ongoing commentary about their mistakes.
'Oh come on,' he drawled exasperatedly, at the detective looking at a corpse in TV. 'check the shoes! Check her shoes. Why isn't he checking her shoes? They should check her shoes. They could get decisive clues based on that.'
Molly rolled her eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time.
'They are not as good as you Sherlock. And they are not even real and this is a show' she said maintaining her cool.
'Yes, but if you are going to make a show, at least make it accurate.' He said. John entered the room with a goofy smile.
'Hello, you two.' Said he.
'How is Mary?' Sherlock asked, not looking up from the TV.
'how did you know that — never mind. She is good' John relented.
'Seeing that you are wearing you're the same way you go to meet her, you haven't tucked your shirt and came in exactly ten minutes after the time that her shift starts at Bart's, it's not a big leap. Also, you lips have lipstick on and knowing that you usually don't wear any it must be her kindness to apply some on you.' Sherlock said still not looking up. John sighed.
'Yeah, okay. So Molly, what are we watching?' he asked.
'oh nothing, just surfing.' She said with an understanding smile.
'Stop, stop, stop!' Sherlock yelled. 'what was that? No two channels back. Yeah. Ah!'
All three of them had stopped with mouths agape to watch the news. On the screen was Molly's house with police running about and the reporter spoke unfeelingly.
'the house where the firing occurred was of one Molly Hooper. She was inside the house at that time and has been shot. It is said to have been a fatal shot but we do not know if Ms. Hooper survived it. She has been taken to a hospital. Her apartment is a mess and the police are saying that this was a robbery gone wrong. She works at St. Bart's hospital…' the reporter went on to give some details about Molly.
Molly looked at Sherlock. She knew he was thinking the same as his hands tightened around hers. It would have, it could have, been her.
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