Hey oh momma siteo. Is that Spanish. Well if it isn't it is now. Anyway this tale is again about Sherlock and his lady love Molly ( are you surprised). Enjoy
Sherlock pulled the car up in front of the huge house and parked the car.
"I'm not going to enjoy this Molly" he said with a sad look on his face.
"Sherlock stop it it's Christmas Day and we're going to spend it with your family" Molly said. She turned around in her seat and looked at her boys.
"Are you guys excited " she said.
"NO" said all three of her children simultaneously. Molly frowned.
"Is anyone in this car excited at all" she asked. She got no reply and turned back in her seat.
"We'll I don't care what any of you think we are going in and that's final" stated Molly. All of the Holmes men grumbled out of their seats and slowly got out of the car. Molly went around and made sure everyone looked nice. When she came to Sherlock she turned to the boys and told them to go ahead.
"Sherlock can you try to be nice to Mycroft today. It upsets your mummy when you two fight and I get really shy and awkward when your both going at each others throats." said Molly as she straighten his coat.
"Molly I can't Mycroft is more than just something I can ignore" he said.
"If you do I'll have you a special Christmas present" she whispered in his ear. Sherlock pulled away.
"I'm not a child Molly you can't bribe me with a new microscope just to get me to do what you want" he stated. Molly giggled.
"You can only unwrap it in our bedroom" she whispered. Sherlock had a look of confusion on his face which was suddenly replaced with a look of realization.
"Oh I see" he said. He started to walked towards the house/mansion.
"I'll try harder, but if he's and a** I can't help it" he yelled. Molly grabbed her stuff and tried to catch up with Sherlock and by the time she did they where at the front door and Sherlock just opened it and walked in like he owned the place. Molly quickly followed behind. Every time Molly went to her mother-in-law's house it seemed to get more beautiful and more grand. Today christmas decorations hung all over the vast house and it would put Buckingham Palace to shame.
"Molly are you going to come on" asked Sherlock. Molly snapped out of it and walked over to Sherlock's side. He took her to one of the sitting rooms where Mycroft, his mother and a woman Molly hasn't seen before, where sitting.
"Oh hello Sherly, how nice of you to join us" exclaimed Mycroft. Sherlock got that look of hate in his eyes. Sherlock and Molly just stood there very awkwardly until Sherlock's mother, Agatha, broke the silence.
"Sherly, Molly do sit down" she asked. Molly looked and saw a nice place on the couch away from the strange woman. Molly sat there before Sherlock had a chance to grab it. Sherlock threw her a look when he noticed he had to sit next to the unfamiliar woman. Sherlock sat down grumbling under his breath.
"So um... Who are you...I don't think we um... Met before" Molly stuttered. The woman glared at her and made her feel uncomfortable.
"The question is my dear lady who are you" said the woman. Molly shifted in her seat trying to not look into the woman's eyes which where black and cold.
"I'm uh... Molly Holmes." She said. The woman didn't seem to believe her.
"Mycroft has never mentioned a sister so you obviously aren't of blood relation. Also Sherlock doesn't seem like he would be the type to marry anyone so you aren't his wife. You are most likely a cousin or distant relative. I'm at a loss to explain why Mycroft would tell me you would be here. Which leaves me to believe that you are unimportant or that he didn't know. I'm leaning more towards unimportant for there are little things he doesn't have knowledge of." she boldly stated which kind of hurt Molly's feelings. Sherlock giggled. The woman turned to glare at him. Molly just felt like dying where she sat.
"Do you find something amusing Sherlock" the woman asked.
"Only the fact that you are totally and completely wrong. You could have deduced correctly if you looked at my left hand and saw my wedding ring. Then you would have learned that I can love someone. Also if you where intelligent in any way you would have looked at Molly's hand and discovered another wedding ring of similar design which would lead you to confer that Molly and I are married. You are also wrong when you say that Molly isn't important. Molly is a mother and wife whose children deepened on her. She is a pathologist and therefore is important to bringing about justice." Sherlock finished. Molly just sat there wishing for this to be over. The woman just sat there.
"My apologies" she said coldly. Never again was she going to do this. Christmas was always going to be at her house. Mycroft and that creepy woman where not allowed anywhere near them.
"Sherlock why are you so rude to everyone. One can't imagen how you obtained a wife through such tactics" said Mycroft. Why did the conversation always seem to turn to her.
"I'm not being rude Mycroft I'm giving her a hard truth. Who the hell is she anyway" asked Sherlock. Mycroft giggled softly which creeped me out.
"She is the new Mrs. Holmes. She and I where married 3 weeks ago. Maybe you should, take your own advice Sherly" he said with a sneer. Molly looked at the woman's hands and she did indeed she i wedding ring on her finger. Molly didn't like the woman so she just looked down and started to twist her wedding ring around her finger which she always did when she was nervous.
"Her posture and attitude deemed that she was a cold and uninteresting person. Therefore there was no need to check her hand for a ring, because only a idiot would marry her. Which seems to be the case" mocked Sherlock.
"My name, since you didn't ask, is Ramilda." Said the woman. Sherlock still stared at her.
"Why did you marry a lawyer Mycroft, you've never seemed to enjoy the company of lawyers. Also I didn't ask because I didn't care to know" said Sherlock as he deduced her further. Mycroft straitened his back, preparing himself from a deduction battle.
"While I usually don't like lawyers, I found Mrs. Ramilda's company different. Also I though her profession would become useful when you and Molly get your inevitable divorce. That way we can keep our property and money, while she can have those pesky children" said Mycroft. Molly almost felt like crying she didn't look up at all.
"Do you like kids" Molly blurted out randomly. Ramilda glared at her.
"No, I hate them" she said.
"Who hates kids" asked Molly without thinking.
"The same person that uses a silly method of deduction to come to the false conclusion that you and I would ever get a divorce. Also I wouldn't have married a lawyer if I where you, Mycroft seeing as she will suck every last penny out of your livelihood and our assets" Sherlock replied. Mycroft smiled slightly to where it was almost impossible to see.
"Silly little Sherlock. Your genius has been cast aside with marriage and children to where you can't notice the obvious. I signed a prenuptial agreement, where as you did not. Who's the fool now" he said coldly. Molly continued to furiously twist her ring and hoped it would soon stop.
"I didn't need a silly agreement because unlike you I make wise decisions and I trust my wife to not take advantage of me or our children" said Sherlock which made Molly feel a little bit better. Sherlock was fighting for her. Ramilda laughed.
"So it is true, but it can't be true. I've heard the mention of children during this discussion but I only believed it to be a cunning tactic to remind Molly of her failure to bear offspring. I find it very unbelievable that Sherlock bedded a woman on more than one occasion" she stated with pride. Molly couldn't talk sit anymore and left the room as fast as she could. She ran up the stairs of the enormous house and went to her favorite place, Sherlock's old bedroom. She opened the door and the room was grey and covered in science deductions and records of Scotland yard cases that had interested him when he was younger. Molly looked over at the simple twin bed and ran over and crashed upon to it. She cried into the pillow for a long time until she heard the doorknob turn. Molly didn't even look up but she knew who it was.
"Go away Sherlock. I just want to be alone" said Molly through her tears.
"I'm not Sherly so I guess that means I can stay" said a elderly feminine voice. Molly looked up from her pillow and Agatha standing in the middle of the room.
"I'm sorry Agatha. I didn't know it was you" Molly replied as she sat up and tried to wipe the tears off her face. Agatha laughed to herself and went and sat n the bed.
"That's a joy I didn't have when Sherlock and Mycroft where growing up. They always knew it was me. Sherlock said it was a unorgianized pattern that led him to know when I was coming or going. Mycroft said it was that my footsteps sounded different when they where going to Sherlock's room as opposed to going to his room" said Agatha with a smile. Molly smiled to.
"The boys do the same thing with me. They can tell if its me or Sherlock or even John. They have an algorithm supposedly " Said Molly. Talking about her kids always made Molly feel better.
"I'm sorry for the way they acted. I shouldn't have encouraged that behavior when they where little, but ever since I was young I always wanted to be a great detective. Of corse when that didn't pan out for me I married a very intelligent man and had two extremely smart boys. I pushed them to be detectives and was extremely disappointed when Mycroft went into politics. Sherlock didn't disappoint me though, he's always out there risking his life to make sure that justice prevails" gloated Agatha with extreme pride in her two boys. Molly smiled.
"Wellington, Remington, and Livingston have already made plans to opened up a consulting detective agency when they're older. They're going to call it The Holmes Agency. They found a big card board box and made their building out of it and every once in a while Sherlock will make up a little case for them to solve." Molly exclaimed back. Her and Agatha both giggled. Agatha put her hand on Molly's shoulder.
"You shouldn't listen to the things Mycroft says about you. He really does care about you and the boys. It just Sherlock he can barley tolerate and also just between you and me I can't stand that ghastly woman on his arm" Agatha said. She looked relieved to say that as if a ton of weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
"She scares me to much to even look at her" Molly whispered. Both of the women giggled and heard footstep from down the hall.
"I believe if my unorganized pattern is correct that will be Sherlock" Molly said. Moments later The doorknob turned and Sherlock walked in. Molly and Agatha laughed at Molly's correct deduction. Sherlock walked into the room and stopped in the center and waited for his mother to leave. Agatha saw that she was no longer needed and left the room.
"I'm very sorry for my idiot brother remarks. He doesn't understand us or our lives" Sherlock said.
"You weren't helping much by making fun of his wife" Molly said. Sherlock bit his lip and it didn't help with Molly trying to be mad at him. Sherlock pulled Molly towards him to where they where standing very close together.
"Can you ever forgive me Mrs. Holmes" he said mere inches from her face.
"As long as I stay Mrs. Holmes" Molly whispered. Sherlock gave her a tiny smile and moved in for a kiss. Just as he was about to touch her three little detectives burst into the room. Sherlock always seemed to have the worse of luck.
"Dad, dad, dad. Grandma said that you have a case for us" said Wellington the oldest of the three. Sherlock sighed, turned and lowered himself to the boy's eye level.
"It just so happens I do have a case for you. I'm a rich widow and I believe I have been wronged by my lawyer. Her name is Ramilda Holmes. I want you to figure out everything you know about her past so I can prove she wronged me. Do I make myself clear" he said. All of the boys nodded and ran out of the room to investigate their new case. Sherlock stood up and returned his attentions back it his wife.
"You're terrible. Sending little boys to spy on that woman" Molly protested. Sherlock shrugged and kissed his wife which seemed to make up for his wrong doing. When they released Sherlock asked Molly a question.
"Do you want to go walk in the garden, I know the flowers aren't in bloom but the snow makes it just as pretty" he asked. Molly shook her head in agreement and they both walked out of the room and out into the cold air. They had only been walking for what seemed like 20 minutes when Remington ran up behind them breathing heavily.
Molly turned to her son and tried to get him to slow down.
"Remmy what's wrong where are your brothers" Molly asked.
"We found something very cool and I drew to short straw so I had to come and get dad" Remmy said between breaths. Sherlock looked down at is son.
"What have you discovered" Sherlock asked. The little boy looked up.
"Mrs. Holmes' wedding ring is fake. The metal is to bendy for it to be real. Which we can deduce that her marriage to Uncle Mycroft is a fake as well, since he wouldn't buy his wife a fake ring" said the boy. Sherlock's eyes lit up and he held back from an outburst.
"Are you coming Dad or do we get to expose her ourselves" asked Remmy. Sherlock looked at Molly and pleaded with his eyes. Molly sighed.
"Go ahead" she said to the pair. Sherlock smiled and he and Remmy raced to the house.
Little sad but it has a righteous ending. I believe that Mycroft would never get married it would cause to much of a distraction. Thank for reading