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"Mom this is boring and dull. Why do I have to do this again" asked Wellington the elder. Molly fussed with her sons bow tie and payed no attention to his rants.
"Prom is a scam, who's only use it to make girls weep and boys sweat" he said with wisdom far beyond his years.
"You asked her out, this is all on you" she said. Wellington rolled his eyes.
"I didn't now that I would have an interesting case during it" he said. Molly put on a confused face.
"YOU don't have a case. Your father has a case and your looking through his files" she said. This shut Wellington up, but only for a moment.
"He'll want me on the case when I tell him that the checks where forged" he cockily said.
"Oh yeah, he figured that out yesterday, apparently Gloria Epstein just signed a bunch of checks so Sander Epstein didn't have to keep asking her for more money, nothing criminal there" she said. Wellington huffed and soon Molly finished the final touches on her son. Molly took a few steps back and examined him to make sure he was absolutely perfect. He defiantly was, black suit, black vest, black handkerchief, and a red bow tie to top it off.
"Ok men, time for pictures" she called out into the flat. Wellington groaned and Molly heard faint groans from off in the distance.
"Hurry up I want some pictures before he has to go to pick her up" she said. After some more groans and several warning yells, the rest of the Holmes family made their way to the living room.
"Molly, all this pageantry is boring, dull, and unnecessary. Why would one need to take pictures when you can easily learn how to use a mind palace" Sherlock said. Wellington shot a ' I know right' look towards him.
"Because Sherlock some of us aren't geniuses like you four" she said.
"Who said you weren't a genius" Sherlock said. Molly quickly hurried to arrange her family, while trying to hide the fact that she was blushing profusely. Once she had finally got them arranged she set up her camera and got into position.
"Now lets all pretend like we are excited and happy about Wellie's prom" she said.
"I'm not that good of an actor" said Remington, the other son.
"Shut up, you Anderson" Wellington said as he jabbed him in the side.
"Both of you stop it, and Wellington don't say such mean things to your brother, there's only one of him" Moll said. Livingston put on a 'are you kidding me' face.
"What am I your next door neighbor" he said. Molly sighed.
"You know what I meant Livy" she said. Sherlock groaned.
"Can we just take the damn picture already" he said. Molly went over and set the camera on a timer and quickly ran back. Sherlock, Wellington, Remington, and Livingston all put on their best fake smiles and the camera captured them.
"Ok now I want one of just the boys" Molly said. Sherlock quickly stepped out of the scene and made his way towards the hall.
"Excuse me Mr. Holmes, we aren't done with you yet" she said. Sherlock stopped, turned around ,and he walked over to her.
"And to think I jumped off a building for you" he said quietly to her face.
"You didn't" she replied. Sherlock just stood there and meandered away. Molly turned her attention to her sons. They all stood side by side, hands behind their backs, not even close to touching one another.
"Will you all please pretend to like each other" Molly asked.
"We're brothers, we live in an ever constant feud for supremacy, no we can't" Remington said.
"Really because I have a video of you when you where five and your where hugging you brother saying that you would always love him forever and ever" she retorted.
"You said we would never speak of that again"
"News flash, I lied" Molly quipped. Remington rolled his eyes and out his arm around his brother's neck and Livingston did the same. Molly snapped a picture before they could pull each others hair. Suddenly a knock came at the door and the boys took it as an opportunity to run. Molly went and answered it. She opened the door and on the other side was a interesting sight. It was Wellington's prom date and girlfriend, Jillian. She had her prom dress on and she was waiting to come in.
"Jillian, what are you doing here" Molly asked.
"Well I felt like walking so I decided to walk over here to save Wellington some cab money" she said as she stepped inside the house.
"How far did you walk" Molly asked.
"Oh not that far, 4-5 miles maybe" she said as she ascended the stairs. Molly followed her and mouthed 4-5 miles in disbelief. When they reached the top, Wellington immediately sat up at the sight of his date.
"Uh...Jillian...wasn't I supposed to pick you up...at your house...which is a long way from her" he asked.
"There has been a slight change in plan, besides I don't think that you would want to meet my family. We aren't the Brady Bunch" she said. The wheels in Wellington's head began to move, and they told him to start putting the moves on. He got up, walked over to his date, he took her hand in his.
"They must be absolutely perfect, because they raised you and that's exactly what you are" he said. Jillian gave him a slight smile.
"I'm not that easy Wellington, it's going to take much more than pretty words and a few well placed compliments to impress me" she said
"I'm a logical person Jillian, I only say the truth" he said.
"If only you knew how wrong you where" she said.
"Lets take a picture shall we" Molly said to defuse the tension. Jillian led Wellie into the range of the camera and arranges them. Molly took a few pictures, but then Jillian stopped her.
"Mrs. Holmes can I take a picture with Remmy and Livy" she asked.
"Why"
"To annoy them" Jillian replied with a devilish smile. Remmy and Livy gave Jillian a death glare and got up.
"Sometimes I think the devil wears a prom dress" said Livingston. Jillian giggled.
"Oh no sweetheart, the devil wears Westwood" she said. Sherlock couldn't help, but wonder where he had heard that before. After a long while all of the pictures had been taken and Wellington was ready to leave.
"Mom, we've had enough, can we just go" he asked. Molly sighed.
"I guess. It's time for Wellington Holmes and Jillian...I'm sorry I seem to have forgotten you name again" she said.
"Its Ishmael" Jillian replied.
"what" asked Sherlock.
"McDonald" she said grabbed Jillian's hand and led the way to the door. Remington gave a single to his younger brother and they both where on the move. They ran down the hall and soon came back. They raced down the stairs, opened the door, and stuck their heads out onto the sidewalk.
"OH WEEEELLINGTOOOOOON, WOULDN'T WANT TO FORGET YOUR BREATH MINTS, WOULDN'T WANT YOUR BREATH TO STINK WHEN YOU SHOVE YOUR TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT" They both yelled out into the street. They quickly closed the door and locked it, because moments later raps pounded on the door.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU LITTLE GITS, AND WOULD YOU please shove them under the door" he yelled then quietly asked. The boys did as he asked.
"Thanks you IDOITS"
"NO PROBLEM BIG BROTHER" they both said. They raced up the stairs and back into their room before Molly could get a hold of them. When they where out of hearing distance Molly turned to her husband.
"She did it again" Molly said. Sherlock nodded and pulled out a yellow note pad.
"Indeed, she gave us two fake names this time...what is she covering up" he asked himself.
"What if she is afraid to tell us her name, but she has found so way to tell us" she inquired.
"She is clever" he said. Molly went and sat down by her husband and looked at the yellow notepad. It had 15 names on it:
Mosley
Yarrow
Davidson
Aguilar
Dame
Samson
Nelson
Adams
McCoy
Eaton
Ibarra
Sorrel
Jared
Ishmael
McDonald
"Maybe the names spell out something, or they're an anagram" Molly said.
" That's a total of 92 letters, no ones name is that long" he said.
"I could spell out a sentence, like Tom Marvolo Riddle spells out I Am Lord Voldemort" she said. Sherlock gave her a 'did you seriously just bring up Harry Potter at a time like this' look. Molly ignored him and continued to look at the names. After a while she laid back an sighed.
"Maybe she's just forgetful" she said.
"Unlikely"
"Maybe she is the danger of someone you helped put in jail" said said.
"Even more unlikely" he said.
"Maybe she's someone you saved, and she doesn't want to make you think that she is dating Wellington to get closer to you" she said.
"Most unlikely, have you seen the way they look at one another with so much love in their eyes, it's positively sickening" he said. Molly smiled and lightly kissed her husband on the cheek. Sherlock took notice, but didn't say anything.
"Then maybe we shouldn't care, if she wants to hide whatever she is hiding then so be it. At least she loves Wellie, that should be all that matters" she told him.
"Maybe I'm still bewildered that women can love Holmes men" he said.
"Well you shouldn't be, they are considered studs" she said as she wrapped her hands around his.
"I wasn't talking about them" he said.
"I know"
Hello everyone, did you love it, I hope so. There is in fact a puzzle in the names that Jillian gave, can you figure it out. It isn't hard, I'm not Ms. National Treasure over here. Any who I hoped you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR WATCHING.