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Chapter Fourteen

Sherlock heaved the last of their bags into his grey Honda Accord and dusted his hands while Molly tried to find Toby in the apartment. Sherlock shut the trunk of the car and raced up the stairs.

"Can't find the feline?", he scowled.

"The name is Toby!", she scowled back as she pulled the curtains at the window to find the cat.

"The car's ready and so is Redbeard", Sherlock crossed his arms and smirked at the agitated Molly.

"Tobias Fluffzenry Hooper, you come out right now before I decide to cut down on your treats!", Mollt screamed at the top of her lungs. Sherlock jumped, slightly taken aback by the shrill scream. Soon enough the tabby came out from under sofa quietly.

"Ready?", Sherlock asked cautiously. Molly nodded and leaded them out from the apartment.

Molly opened the back seat door and was just about to slide in when Sherlock caught her wrist and pulled her away.

"What are you doing?", Sherlock frowned.

"Uh…getting in the car?", Molly narrowed her eyes at him as tried to keep her cat from escaping from her arms.

"Sit in the front seat", Sherlock ordered.

"With the driver?"

"Problem?"

"Why should I g-"

"Just get in the car, Molly", Sherlock opened the front passenger seat door and gestured her to sit. Molly sighed and slid in with the cat. He is going to blindfold me! Oh my god! He'll sit behind me and blindfold me and…handcuff? NO! Stop! No! He won't do that…maybe he wants to sleep. Yes! Yes, he wants to sleep! Of course I'm such an idio-

Just then, Sherlock slid into the driver's seat making Molly gawk at him.

"Uh…", Molly stammered, "Is the driver sick or something?"

"Do I look sick?"

"No…you aren't the driver…"

"No? Then what am I?"

"Amateur driver…?", Molly fought back the urge to laugh in his face when Sherlock shot her a glare.

"I am the driver. This is my car and I would advise you to put on your seat belt and let me put the feline in its carrier before it gets its tail stuck under the handbrake", Sherlock scowled.

"Ok! Alright! No need to be so impolite…", Molly whispered as she handed him the cat. Sherlock frowned as he took it from her, turned around and placed the cat in its carrier securely with Redbeard.

"Put your seatbelt on."

"Yes, sir", Molly replied causing Sherlock to smile. Sir. He shook his head and quickly put his own seatbelt on. He then turned the key and the engine roared to life. He pulled the handbrake, pressed his foot on the clutch, adjusted the gear and turned the steering wheel to bring it onto the street as they began their long journey.

"Fluffzenry?"

"Sorry what?"

Sherlock had been driving for an hour on the motorway and Molly hadn't said a word since strapping Toby in his carrier.

"Tobias Fluffzenry Hooper? Why? I mean where did you get that from?", Sherlock scrunched his nose in confusion and kept his eyes alternating between the road and the rearview mirror.

"Oh that…he's fluffy and fuzzy and I like the name Henry…", Molly giggled behind her fingers as she stole a glance at him.

"Ok..and Hooper?"

"He's my baby!", Molly whined. Sherlock stiffened and hit the brake by mistake. The tyres screeched against the tar and Molly breathed in sharply and pressed her back against the seat firmly.

"What?!", Sherlock gasped as he quickly got the car under control and moving again.

"What, what?! You just…you are an amateur driver!", Molly said hoarsely.

"Amatuer…driver…I'll show you…Seventy miles per hour…Hooper", Sherlock murmured to himself as he almost lifted his foot off the clutch and pressed his other foot hard against the accelerator. The car picked up speed immediately and Molly saw the blurry tress pass by.

"Umm…Sherlock..?", Molly whispered with fear as she tried counted the number of blurry colors but lost count of the number of vehicles they had over taken.

"Amatuer?", Sherlock growled as he swerved the car to avoid a slow moving car ahead of them. Molly's head hit the window lightly.

"Oww will you slow down?", Molly complained as she turned to check if their pets were alright.

"No. I am an amateur driver!", Sherlock hissed angrily.

"Redbeard's bleeding, Sherlock! You need to stop!", Molly scolded and reached behind her seat. Sherlock's knuckles turned white as he clutched the steering wheel too tightly. He quickly maneuvered the car to the side of the motorway and stopped the car. He quickly pulled his seatbelt off, opened the door and jumped out. He opened the back door and leaned towards the dog.

"Where is he bleeding, Molly?"

"No where", Molly snickered. Sherlock blinked as he raised his head and fixed her eyes with his scrutinizing ones.

"What?", Sherlock breathed heavily.

"He's not bleeding. I just had to stop you before you got a ticket", Molly grinned at him.

"How do you know I wouldn't do it again?"

"Because…", she placed her hand on the handbrake and held it firmly, "I'll pull this and the car will stop", she grinned triumphantly. Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood up and closed the door. He got in beside her and leaned forwards. He cupped her face as he pulled her towards him. He ignored the irritated protest from her and placed a noisy kiss on the top of her head. Molly whined and pushed him away. Sherlock chuckled and moved away.

"Why are you being all…weird…?", Molly tilted her head to the size and squinted at him.

"Weird?", Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Kissy and cuddly and sentimental?"

"I kiss and cuddle my neighbors."

"Did you kiss and cuddle John?", Molly giggled cheekily.

"Hell no! Molly! Don't tempt me into breaking the speed limit! God…", Sherlock shook his head and quickly got the car onto the road. Molly laughed at his baffled expression and stretched her legs in front of her.

"The first thing I'm doing, when we reach where ever the hell we are going, is washing my hair!", Molly scrunched up her nose at him.

"Why? They look clean to me…", Sherlock frowned at the road in front of them.

"You snogged my hair!", Molly whined.

"What makes you think I wouldn't do that again when you've washed them?", Sherlock turned to give her a mischievous smirk.

"You would?", Molly bit her lip and stared at his smirk, as if hypnotized.

"Yes", Sherlock grinned when he got the desired effect on her.

"Why?"

The question caught Sherlock off guard. He quickly averted his gaze and fixed his eyes on the road again.

"I don't know…"

AAAAHH! SHERLOCK IS SO STUPID! HIS MIND PALACE IS EQUALY STUPID...sometimes :P

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