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Chapter Sixteen

"We'll be there in fifteen minutes", Sherlock informed Molly.

"Ok…I can manage to stay awake till then…", she murmured.

Sherlock sighed quietly as he drove the car in Cumbria.

"Where exactly in Cumbria are we going?"

"Lake District."

"Oh my god! That's so pretty!", Molly squealed with delight, earning herself a frown from Sherlock, "I mean…it's nice…and why exactly are you taking me there?"

"I need to show you something, remember?"

"Yes, but what thing?"

Sherlock remained silent for a few minutes as if trying to phrase what he wanted to say next.

"Molly…I'm not who you think I am…I mean, I am a consulting detective and live at 221B Baker Street and my name is Sherlock Holmes, no matter how weird it sounds…but I am not…who everyone sees me as being…", Sherlock murmured.

"You are a bad man with a good man's conscience…", Molly beamed at him.

"Maybe…but there is something else", Sherlock chuckled, "Not even John knows about it."

"Mycroft?"

"Do you think I can hide anything from that larg-"

"Yes yes! I get it!", Molly quickly wrapped up the topic and picked her phone up, "I need to call Mary."

"Go ahead…and do turn the speaker phone on", Sherlock smirked and tapped the dashboard.

Molly frowned and did as he said. They heard the dial tone start up followed by a loud, cheery voice.

"Molly!", Mary squealed.

"Mary, how are you?", Molly would've responded with equal enthusiasm, hadn't it been for Sherlock listening in to their conversation.

"Good! You tell? Where are you?"

"Ummm…Mary, I'm going to Cumbria for a few weeks and…"

"With?"

"Ummm…"

"I understand, Molly. If you go missing, I know whose nose to break."

"That's not what I-"

"Break my nose?", Sherlock scowled.

"Oh, so he is listening in, is he? And I'm glad he got the point..."

"Yes I am, Mary", Sherlock scoffed.

"I would break each and every bone of yours, Sherlock if you hurt her, I swear to-"

"I wouldn't Mary, so calm down. I would have my whole career at stake if I would", Sherlock smirked and winked at Molly, making her blush.

"H-How?", Mary stammered at the sudden calmness in Sherlock's voice.

"You're an assassin…and a big mouth."

"Why you bloody bas-"

Molly quickly turned the speaker off and brought the phone to her ear, "Mary calm down. He was joking!"

"No, I wasn't!", Sherlock bellowed.

"Sherlock!", Molly gave him a disapproving look while Mary continued to shout abuses at Sherlock in Molly's ear, "Mary, he was joking. You know how he is. Yes, yes I promise I will give you a call everyday…alright! Ok fine. Yes, I will take care of Toby. Yeah…love you too. Bye!"

Molly sighed with relief as she cut the call and cupped her head.

"Are you alright?", Sherlock whispered.

"Yes…why can't you two get along?"

"She stole my John", Sherlock whined.

"Oh…so umm...right…it's true..?", Molly whispered sadly.

"What's true…? We all know she stole him from me", Sherlock drawled.

"No…I mean that you're gay an-"

"God! Molly, no no! I didn't mean it that way! I meant it in he's my best friend way! God…", Sherlock kept shaking his head and his flat cap fell off his head into his lap.

"Oh…right, sorry…", Molly fought back the smile that was forming on her face.

"Molly…?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind getting that?"

"Getting what?"

Sherlock jerked his head towards his lap and gestured to the cap in his lap. Molly paled and looked everywhere except his lap.

"Molly?"

"Ok…", she squeaked and kept her eyes on the road as she reached towards his lap. Had she been looking, she would have pulled the cap off him easily, but instead, her hand landed on his upper thigh. Sherlock growled as he fought to keep his foot steady on the clutch.

"Sorry…", Molly whispered and pulled her hand back. She still didn't look when she reached for his cap again and this time, it landed straight on his crotch.

"Molly!", Sherlock growled when he felt an electric charge shoot through him and pressed his foot hard against the accelerator, "You'll get me a second ticket for the day!"

"I'm sorry!", Molly whispered and tried reaching for the cap, blindly, again. Sherlock brushed her hand away and rid his lap of the cap by throwing it over the dashboard.

"I'm sorry…", Molly apologized again and wrapped her arms around herself.

"It's alright…", Sherlock murmured grumpily as he stopped the car.

Molly looked up and realized they had driven through a long driveway and arrived at a large, grayish brown house with a large lawn in front of it and a huge garden behind it. It was a two storey house with quiet a number of detailed spires and many, many, many windows.

"Oh…this must be the hotel we're going to be staying at?", Molly jumped out of the car and smiled at the butler running across the wide, green lawn to meet them.

"Welcome, Master Holmes! I'll take the bags", the butler bowed slightly in front of Sherlock and smiled.

"M-Master…Holmes?", Molly repeated uncertainly and turned to ask Sherlock for an explanation.

"This is my house, Molly."

Sherlock has a big big big house! OOOOOO and he isn't gay! SHERLOLLY! Too excited. I've lost count of the number of times I imagined seeing 27 year old Benedict cuddle with 24 year old Louise Brealey in Fortysomething...*facepalms*

Also can anyone explain how the hell do you roleplay on fanfiction?!

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