Love and Murder (Sherlolly Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Molly was in her flat going over some paperwork when there was a knock at the door. She opened it to a smiling Sherlock Holmes carying a large stack or files. "Hello Molly" He said as he slid past her into her living room. "I see that date of yours didn't work out." Molly followed him to the sofa "He had to take his mother to the hospital" she said defensively. "Lie" Sherlock muttered. "Have a seat, Molly. We have work to do." He handed her half of the stack of files and started flipping through the first in his stack.

"I was in Mycroft's flat today and found letters scratched into the bottom of his coffee table. He must have scratched them with the toe of his boot while he was tied up." Finishing with the first file, he tosses it to the side and picks up the next. "The leters were 'M A'. Probably the initials of his killer. These are Mycroft's files of all the people most likely to want him dead. Look for anyone with the initials 'MA'."

Molly placed her stack of files on the coffee table and sat down next to Sherlock. "Sherlock" she said, placing her hand on the file he was about to pick up, "You look tired. Why don't I finish going through these, and you lie down and rest." Sherlock looked at her, his exhaustion clearly written on his face, "I'm fine, Molly." "No you're not." Molly protested, "You're upset about your brother's death and it's causing you to not think clearly." "My mind is perfectly clear!" Sherlock interrupted. "No it's not. One of the files you discarded is titled 'Marvin Attwood'. He has the initials you're looking for, and you threw it to the side without a second glance." She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sherlock, get some rest."

He stared at her for a moment then looked down at the pile of discarded files. A tear came to his eye and this time he let it fall. Molly put her arm around Sherlock's shoulder and, to her surprise, he turned toward her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. That sat that way for a long while before Sherlock sat back, wiping his eyes. "You're right, Molly. I need some rest." He stood and started for the door. He turned just before he left and said softly, "Goodnight Molly."

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A/N sorry for the somewhat shitty chapter. I'm pretty much making this up as I go and I have to idea where the story is actually going. If you have any ideas for what should happen next, please comment.