Molly, is that you?
Chapter 4
Hey Guys! Chapter 4, wow wasn't sure how I was going to lay it out, so it might not be brilliant but oh well. Hope you like it anyway - Lucy x
One year after the return – Sherlock
Greg, Anderson, Donovan, John and Sherlock were sat around a large table in one of the conference rooms at Scotland Yard.
"So" Greg started. "Target is Michael Justicia. He should be attending a social gathering at a mansion on the outskirts of London tonight. The owners of the house are apparently extremely intelligent and important to a lot of countries; their names are Mr and Mrs Abbott, although that is just an alias. However we do not know their real names, so extra care will need to be taken. Anyway getting on, we will be going undercover without disguises, only alias' and back stories. Anderson, Donovan, you will be posing as Robert and Alice Silverton. Sherlock, you will be Fredrick Winters and John will be your brother, Cory Winters. I myself will be Simon Walters."
"We should make a base, so that we can exchange information throughout the night, maybe in a drawing room or something" Sally suggested.
"Yes, that should work, as long as we are discreet about it and only meet every few hours" Greg replied eagerly, everyone standing and going to get changed, ready to leave in the next hour.
The summer night's breeze hit their clothes as Greg, Sherlock, John, Anderson and Donovan walked across the mansions drive and towards the large front door. It was formal attire so Sherlock, John, Greg and Anderson were wearing suits, whereas Sally was wearing a floor length green ball gown, which went with her complexion perfectly.
The main hall which branched off from the front door was covered with beautiful furniture, old paintings and pretty antiques.
"We should meet up in the drawing room in thirty minutes" Sherlock said as he moved away from the group and into one of the adjoining rooms, trying to figure out the mystery behind the owners of the house as well as finding out more about this Michael person, leaving the others to their own devices.
They were getting closer as Molly ran around the corners of the mansion. Michael had already killed her parents and she was determined he would never get his hand on the rest of her family. Every one of her England team were involved, whether they were doing field work or manning the computers and the rest of base.
She rounded the corner to the corridor which led to the drawing room and picked up her pace, running to the door as if it was the only thing that could keep her alive. Grabbing onto the door handle she opened the door and thrust herself inside, grabbing onto the end of the table for support as she felt her legs start to buckle. Finally looking up Molly realised she wasn't alone and was greeted by the site of Sherlock, John, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan and Anderson, who looked at her in disbelief.
She was about to say something when a gunshot rung out, piercing the window and hitting her side. This time her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, grabbing the gun which fell with her, Molly picked it up and with one quick shot fired at the gunman standing on the grass near the window, killing him instantly.
"Molly?" Greg questioned as blood started to trickle down her red dress and onto the antique carpet. "Yep, so you didn't tell them then Sherlock? I'm almost disappointed." A small smile creeping onto her lips as she looked up towards Sherlock.
"What are you doing here Molly?" Sherlock questioned.
"Got a bit bored, thought it would be fun running for my life" Molly replied laughing weakly, the blood loss starting to get to her. "John would you be a dear and patch this up quickly. Need to be at my best for Michael."
"But you're supposed to be dead Molly, you scared us half to death. Michael? What do you mean be at your best for him and for crying out loud did you just kill a man?!" John said taking a step closer, Donovan and Anderson still staying in exactly the same place they were sitting when Molly had rushed into the room.
"Yes I know John, but if you don't do anything now I will probably actually die this time. Yes I know him and yes I did just kill a man. Problem?" Molly pointed out. "There's a first aid kit in the cabinet over there" She said pointing towards a cabinet, which was situated on the right hand side of the room and had the world atlas painted onto it.
"How do you know that?" Sally questioned. "I have my ways" Molly replied swiftly as John walked back towards the group, now carrying the first aid kit.
"You're going to have to take your dress off Molly and also do some explaining" John pointed out coming to sit on the chair next to her.
"Fine whatever" Molly replied standing up, undoing the zip to her dress and letting it fall. Stepping out of the puddle of clothing, she went and sat back down on the chair again. Picking up John's phone discretely, not bothering to look at the expressions of the others faces.
"Um Molly, what are those stitches for?" Greg asked looking at the stitches that lined the width of her stomach. "John, Sherlock. Any guesses or contributions?" Molly asked looking in Sherlock's direction.
Sherlock gulped "They're C-section scars, although only performed in an extreme emergency, normally only when the woman is about to die. They are only about four months old and I am sure they are part of the reason you are in so much pain. You most certainly shouldn't be running with them or even moving around too much, but I can see you are determined to forget about the memories that happened on that day. They were so bad you didn't sleep for days afterwards and it scared you, but I can see you don't get scared easily, you're stronger than you let on, so it must've been bad. The scar on your stomach reminds you of it and you try your hardest to forget about the scars, the memories and move on." He concluded.
"You're perfectly right" Molly assured. A sad smile creeping onto her mouth as a single tear rolled down her face. Reaching down to her side Molly ripped the bullet out of her side, squinting in pain when doing so.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Anderson yelled and everyone looked at him. "To hurry everyone up, we all have things to do I'm sure."
With that John moved forward and started wiping alcohol gel onto the wound, before bringing the needle to the surface of her skin and sewing it shut. Within minutes the bullet wound was stitched up and Molly walked over to a wall panel which had a picture of angels painted onto it.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock questioned as Molly pulled out a keypad from behind a small table which sat next to the wall panel. "How did you know that was there?" John carried on asking, but she didn't reply and instead typed a ten number code into the keypad before pressing enter. Placing the keypad down on the table again, Molly bent down and placed her hand against the panel which lit up and scanned her hand for authorisation.
"Access granted using the highest authority, welcome M" The speaker next to the panel said as it slid back to reveal a deep hole in the wall which contained two guns, some black, fitted clothes and some other supplies. Picking up the clothes, Molly put them on and then placed one of the guns in her pocket, before turning back around to face the others.
"What the hell was that about?! Highest authority, welcome M! We thought you were dead also. I think I speak for everyone when I say we want answers!" John shouted.
From the corner of her eye, Molly could see a man in black near the window. Whipping her gun out, she turned to face him.
"What do you want?" Molly questioned as she cocked her gun at the man.
"Michael wants you to know he's calling off his people M. Meet him in the main hall in fifteen minutes, you are free to walk around the house as much as you want between now and then, no one is allowed to kill or shoot at you."
"Good considering this is my house!" Molly basically yelled. "I'll be there, but I have a few things to do first. Goodbye." She finished before pulling the gun's trigger and watching the man's body fall to the floor with a thud.
"Your house, Molly? You and Michael seem friendly" Sherlock stated.
"Oh do shut up Sherlock, you may be my equal but you don't know half the things I know, and you would never want to! Trust me." Molly whispered the last part.
Jonathan chose that point in time to walk through the doors. "Oh no" Where his first words, once looking at the people in the room. "I know" Molly replied. "You are now in triple the risk and your friends are in danger. In all fairness Boss, I would put security on Mr Holmes and co to make sure he doesn't get to them." He suggested.
"Yes, yes, what do you mean triple?"
"That's what I came to tell you. He's managed to block the helicopter openings; we couldn't fly the helicopter out of here. The kids aren't safe and the security is starting to fail, we need to get them out of here, but we can't take them out of the front doors, they would either be shot or kidnapped instantly."
Molly's face was completely pale by the time he finished.
"I'm sorry kids?" Sally asked.
Molly ignored her "What are the numbers like?"
"Twenty- two dead, all of them Michael's. Everyone on your team are alive still, but of course they would be, you only get the best."
"Ok I suggest, we head back to base, back up the security and meet him in the main hall in fifteen minutes. Oh and give every one clearance. I left my phone downstairs so I can't do it right now."
"Yes Boss" Patricks replied before moving out of the room, closely followed by Molly. "Are you lot coming? Or are you just going to stand there gaping at me the whole night?" Molly said sarcastically as the others started to follow her.
Molly and Patricks led the others into a dark room at the back of the house before locking the door. "Why did you lock the door? And actually answer me this time!" John questioned. "You'll see" Was Molly's only reply. The previously dark room lit up in a blaze of light which reached every corner of the small room.
"State your name and position" A voice echoed through the room.
"Molly, Molly M, the head of Consulting Spy organisations and Patricks, Jonathan Patricks, second hand man to Molly M" Molly called out.
"Welcome Boss, agent Patricks" The voice replied as the far wall slid up to reveal a staircase leading towards basement level.
Thanks for reading. Not sure when the next chapter will be uploaded, but hopefully it won't take too long to write and upload.
