Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️

Chapter 20

"Molly!" Sherlock burst out of the door, causing Molly to let out a little yip and almost drop the tea she was making for herself.

"What is Sherlock?" Molly called from the kitchen. Sherlock rushed in, holding a small, folded piece of paper. "Wh-What is that?"

"It's a note Molly! I found a note! In the teddy bear-" Molly rushed over and snatched the note from his hand, hurriedly unfolding it.

M.H.

Molly blinked at it. "MH? Me?"

Sherlock clasped his hands on her arms, his eyes bright and a large, childlike smile on his mouth. "Not you, Molly. Think."

Molly blinked, then her face fell in realization.

"Oh... Mycroft-"

"Mycroft Holmes."

They stared at each other for a moment, taking in the news. Molly suddenly broke into a grin.

"Oh. Sherlock you had better be right."

Sherlock pulled her into a tight hug, "damn my name if I'm not."

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"Was the helicopter really necessary?" Molly called through her headset microphone. Sherlock grinned at her, seated across from Molly.

"A touch of dramatics never hurt," he replied, his voice scratchy through the transmitter. Molly rolled her eyes, her lips turned up in a grin. However behind the grin Molly's heart thumped rapidly, fueled on hope and apprehension. And fear. Fear that Sherlock was wrong. Sherlock hadn't explained how Mycroft had any part in this to her, causing Molly to believe he could be grasping at straws.

But at this point, any straw was a good straw.

As the helicopter began to touch ground Molly peered outside the door window, however she'd only gotten a glance of the grey sky when Sherlock put his hand to her cheek and turned her head away from the window, a small grin on his face. This relieved Molly, knowing Sherlock hoped, no, believed he was right.

"Don't try to remember what you see. The people here don't like guests." Molly blinked but cautiously nodded.

"Uh yeah. Yeah okay." Sherlock smiled and leaned closer to her. Molly could hear the copter blades beginning to whir to a stop.

"Listen," Sherlock said, taking off his headset. Molly copied his actions, "when we're in there, if my brother doesn't know already, I'm keeping us quiet."

Molly raised an eyebrow and Sherlock cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair, "so I'm just apologizing in advance if I say anything... harsh?"

"Was that a question or a statement," Molly asked but a smile was upon her lips. Fine by her.

They stepped out of the helicopter, Molly's hair and Sherlock's coat billowing in the strong gusts from the copter blades. Molly kept her eyes on the ground as they walked, her eyes glued onto Sherlock's feet as she followed close on his heels.

When they entered the building, Molly scrunched her nose in distaste. The walls, the furniture, the floor, everything was a blinding white. Not to mention the building reeked strongly of disinfectant. They had only been in the building for a few seconds when a girl dressed in, big surprise, white rushed forward, her face contorted in shock at the fact two strangers had just strolled right in.

"Sir, ma'am, you can't be in here this is a strictly restricted facility-"

"Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock held a hand out, his face turned up in a smug grin, "I'm here to see my brother."