Sherlolly Falling

Authors note: This is my first fan fiction I'll try my best, hope you enjoy it, any tips on how to improve will be lovely. This story will change points of views. It starts slow, sorry. Please read on.

Molly sat at her desk tying up another load of paper work for the newest dead body to the morgue. It was boring and tiresome, and it took a lot out of her .It was only half way though the day. She was going to have lunch afterwards. Her stomach growled at the lack of food in her, she shushed it, she didn't need to be reminded of how little she'd eaten in the last two days.

She'd been watching Sherlock eat, she didn't know what he did when she was at work. He texted her when he arrived at work, just before lunch and before she left work. It let him know she was safe, he worried about her a lot.


John arrived at 12:30 he'd been at a crime scene. He greeted her with a sweet smile and looked into her eyes like usual but this time he was looking for something, his face didn't give away whether he'd found it or not. He and Molly had gotten really close since Sherlock 'died'.

John sat down at his desk and started working on a new case. A young man from Hampshire was found in a oven in a warehouse in the middle of London covered in fake hair.

Molly asked John if he wanted to join her for lunch, he told her he'd already eaten and really had to start on the case.

While sitting in the cafeteria Molly realised Sherlock hadn't texted her. Was he okay? Why hadn't contacted her? As Molly was flying into a panic, her phone went off, playing her ringtone set for Sherlock 'Devil Side' by Foxes. Sherlock wasn't best pleased with the choice of song. She pressed the button to answer the phone.

A familiar voice spoke, "Hello Molly"

" What took you so long I was worried!?"

"Uh, um, I'm sorry?", Sherlock stuttered, taken aback. 

"Good."

"Molly are you okay?"

"Oh I'm I'm sorry, for um yelling, I was just quite worried, sorry."

Chuckling he slyly assured, "It's perfectly fine, I've got a surprise for you when you get home, I think you'll be very grateful."

"That's very modest of you." Molly retorted, she'd gotten used to his slightly over-sized ego.

"Yes well, see you at 5:47."

"Very precise" Molly chuckled, "See you."

*beep*

Molly had got a lot more confident since Sherlock had moved in, he was teaching her how to say what she thinks, most of what she thinks anyway, how to say no and how to stand up for herself. It was going really well.

Molly sat back half way though chewing a meatball and realised, she'd yelled at Sherlock, she'd told him off!

She laughed with her mouth still full, spitting half chewed meatball everywhere. Great, that was stupid. She finished her lunch very quickly before the cleaners came and left the cafeteria.

She entered the lab to find John ripping his hair out. The floor around his desk had a few strands.

"The cleaners are really going to hate us you know."

"Why?" John replied looking really confused.

"Oh because you've got hair on the floor and I spat half chewed meatball everywhere." Molly answered calmly.

John couldn't help but laugh, then Molly started laughing with him. Soon enough they were both leaning on the desk for support as tears ran down their faces from the laughter.

"So what's got you so stressed?" Molly inquired after finally pulling herself together.

"The case I just can't make it fit together, I know it should but I'm missing the little pieces that make the big pieces work."

"Okay let me have a look."

After 5 minutes of waiting Molly finally looked up from the evidence turned to John and said "Clearly it was Mrs Windsor's idea for the fake hair, since her and Jack Davis worked together to murder him. She wanted to humiliate him until death and it seems even while he was dying. Fake hair, in secondary school he accidentally tripped and ripped out a girls fake hair, it got stuck to him. He never lived it down."

"And the oven, the warehouse so far away from where he was killed?"

"Jack's father's business own it,  most abandoned now, access whenever Jack needs or wants, no questions asked."

"So just because he was safe away from people who would be looking?"

"Yes basically."

"Okay why the oven?"

"Well that's easy it's because-"

Molly's phone rang, it was Sherlock. She picked up and told him to hold on a second.

"So sorry John I've got to go, I'll write it down.'

After she scribbled it down on the of an opened envelope, she grabbed her coat and bag, gave John a quick embrace and left.

"Hello?" Molly said after a moments silence on the other end.
"Hello"
"Yes?"
"You leaving?"
"Now, yes"
"Good good" Sherlock muttered.

"So, what's my surprise?" Molly inquired cheekily.

"Nothing I'm telling you over the phone", Sherlock responded with an equally cheeky.

"Oh fine, Well I just did some very marvelous deducting."
"Really very well done, cracked the case?"
"I'll find out from John he'll call around 7 to tell me."
"Ahh I see, well then", laughing lightheartedly.
"Will do"
*beep*

I called a taxi, told them my home address and off he went. I was in the the house by 5:53 a new record. Taxi driver drove like a maniac! I walk in the door, I couldn't believe my eyes my mouth hung open like a fool. How in hell did this happen?!