Consulting Detective and the Genius Orphan?

Chapter 9: The Return

John stopped at the mention of Irene Adler. She was supposed to be dead; decapitated actually. He looked over towards Molly, whose facial features flashed with a small amount of hatred and confusion, and then back to Sherlock. John's eyes searched Sherlock's blank face for some sort of explanation, but it didn't come. The quiet rumbling of the machines in the morgue where the only sounds to be heard

"She's faked her death hasn't she?" Amy spoke, finally interrupting the uncomfortable silence, "John's expression looks surprised. But your expression, Sherlock, is normal. That means you helped her. And her job; it's not an everyday job. Probably one that people don't talk about in front of children like me. Prostitution maybe?"

John's gaze switched from Sherlock to Amy. She had a inquisitive look on her face, one very different from the smug look Sherlock wore when he made brilliant observations like that.

"Correct again, Amy," Sherlock said, "and apparently she's been messing about with our victim here. I think it's time we pay her another visit."

"No. Absolutely not. We can send one of Lestrade's men to interrogate her. It doesn't matter, we are not going 'visit' Irene again." John debated as he recalled their last encounter with Irene.

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Molly sat and watched as the two men began to argue back and forth. She was used to this type of ordeal, but that didn't mean she wasn't uncomfortable sitting there. Molly directed her thoughts away from the bickering and back towards Amy, who was awkwardly observing the fight unfold.

Molly was very curious about Amy's brilliant intellect. Up until then Sherlock was the only one who could display such skills. Of course, Molly knew all about Amy. It seemed as if the girl was the only thing Sherlock would say about his personal life. The stories started when Amy locked herself in the bathroom. Then it progressed into tales about Amy's intelligence. Soon enough Sherlock was smiling over the new thing that Amy had done. Molly found it cute how Sherlock had basically adopted this homeless girl. She fantasized over how wonderful Sherlock would be as a parent. He would help the child with homework and tuck it into bed. But the whole thought was simply a silly, childish, thought that Molly smiled over when she was alone.

"Tell Sherlock he's being ridiculous." John insisted, interrupting Molly's daydreams.

Molly flushed at the sudden burst of unwanted attention. John sat and waited for her answer, but Molly didn't have one. She stuttered slightly, trying to find an answer to the question.

"But he's not. It's necessary for the case." Amy remarked, once again breaking the silence.

Molly nodded slightly, clearly embarrassed. But she was simply ignored as Sherlock and John continued debating, this time with Amy in the middle.

"I'm going to go get some coffee. Do you want any?" Molly asked as she started to turn away from the men.

Sherlock paused slightly and turned his head towards Molly, "Black, two sugars."

Molly nodded and started to make her way out the door and Sherlock continued the argument.

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Amy watched Molly make her way out the door. Not wanting to see the rest of the fight, she decided to quickly follow Molly.

"So you've been staying with John and Sherlock?" Molly questioned, noticing Amy behind her.

Amy nodded slightly. She wasn't paying much attention. The hospital was busy and Amy was very interested in the action surrounding her.

The two finally arrived at the hospitals staff room. The room was almost empty, with only one man sleeping in the corner.

Amy watched as Molly started the coffee maker. She observed the bland room. It was very simple, with a small kitchen area and several small tables. Amy then directed her attention towards the sleeping man.

"Just out of a relationship. He's also the owner of a large dog but he doesn't spend much time with it because of the extra shifts he takes." Amy mumbled absentmindedly.

She turned back to Molly, who was smiling at her observations.

"How did you learn how to do that?" Molly asked as she emptied the newly made coffee into two mugs, "John didn't say he wanted anything, right?"

"John didn't say he wanted anything but go ahead and make some tea." Amy started.

Neither of them noticed the sleeping man get up silently.

"I guess that I just taught myself. It's not something you can learn though. It's instinct." She finished.

Molly pondered Amy's reply as she backed towards a cabinet to get the tea. Amy saw the man behind Molly, but she didn't think anything of him. They were still the only ones in the room. Molly had no clue he had got up. She couldn't see his relaxed face, a face that was all too familiar to her.

The whole thing happened in an instant. The man pulled something out of his pocket and pressed it against Molly's face. She collapsed on the spot. He then approached Amy, who was frozen in a mix of shock and fear.

"The name's Moriarty." he chuckled, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Amy."

That was the last thing Amy saw before everything went black.

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Sherlock smiled as he watched John sigh in defeat before looking at the clock and frowning at the time. Usually these fights didn't last so long.

"Where's Amy?" John asked.

"She went with Molly to go get coffee," Sherlock replied, "but they should be back by now."

Sherlock turned back towards John, who was frowning. He then started to make his way towards the staff room in search of the two. John followed behind him, quickening his pace in an attempt to keep up with Sherlock's long strides.

Neither of them were prepared for what they saw in the staff room.

Molly's unconscious body laid sprawled across the floor, a small line of blood trickling from her bruised head. Lukewarm cups of coffee sat on the counter, both a small distance away from a old looking radio.

The radio was playing a single sentence on repeat. The sentence itself wasn't too blood curdling, but the man saying it was. His voice sounded amused almost.

"Thought you were going to get away that easily Sherly?"

((My update days have been all over the place. I'm so sorry. But I've got a plan for this story so I'll do my best to get everything on track))