I finally got around to getting a new chapter finished! I'm hoping the rest will come together quickly. No promises though, it's my last year of residency and I have to study for boards. As always comments/feedback are appreciated!
The next morning, she saw the black car again this time a few blocks down from her flat. She had enough. If he didn't have the guts to come confront her then she was just going to have to do it for him. Molly stormed out of her building and walked directly towards the car. As she approached the car window slid down effortlessly, she jumped back a bit in surprise. She wasn't expecting them to react to her. Molly glanced through the open window to be greeted by a dark haired woman who was clearly disinterested. "What is it?" she asked Molly. "Um, I just wanted to talk to Mycroft. You know following me around is quite unnecessary," Molly cautiously responded. "Get in. He doesn't have any urgent meetings this morning," the brunette said coldly. Molly contemplated for a minute her options. She could get in the car and meet with Mycroft or go on for a few more weeks trying to figure out ways to tell him. She decided the former option was the best as she quickly got into the car. The ride took only about 10 minutes before they reached a small warehouse. Molly was led into a small room with folding chairs. She took a seat as she waited for Mycroft to emerge from the door.
She waited for 10 minutes before she was about to storm out of the damp building. After all, she was now late for work and she bet Mycroft knew she hated being late. She had started to walk out when she heard him, "Molly, where are you going?" "Well some of us have to work instead of traipsing around random abandoned buildings," Molly replied huffily. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't exactly expecting to meet with you today," Mycroft replied gesturing towards the chairs, "Please sit and tell me what you wanted to talk about." "I…. I, um, don't know how to say this. Perhaps it's better for you to just read it," Molly shuffled through her purse pulling out her phone and finding the email. She placed it carefully in Mycroft's hands and studied his face as he read it. His eyes watered slightly and his face softened, "Well, that does make more sense than that shoddy autopsy report you signed out." Molly squinted her eyes with displeasure, "Excuse me, shoddy report? This isn't exactly the response I expected." Mycroft chuckled to himself and looked up from her phone, "I had my people pull all of your autopsy reports from the last year. Stylistically it was different and the quality was also obviously not on par with your usual reports. I don't mean that as an insult, Molly." Molly sighed. "Now that this is out of the way, could you please give me my phone back? I have to get back to work, can't be releasing any more 'shoddy' reports now that I know you are reading them all." Mycroft handed the phone back gingerly and they made their way to the car.
Mycroft opened the door for Molly. As she got into the car she felt his hand grip her arm. "Please know that I am most grateful to you for letting me know about his status," Mycroft spoke with his blue eyes studying Molly. "Oh, um, it's no problem at all. I thought you should have been involved from the beginning. But you know how Sherlock gets about things…" Molly trailed off as she looked into the distance. "You should get to work," Mycroft stated firmly before shutting the car door firmly. Molly sighed to herself as the car lurched forward and took her to St. Bart's.