SHERLOLLY. The True Pairing.

PART 9

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Back at St Bart's, Molly had managed to awaken Irene. They were sitting together on the cold floor. Every so often Irene would cough up some blood onto the floor next to where the two sat.

"He must really love you." Irene said gesturing to the ring on Molly's finger. She shook her head.

"I didn't think he even noticed me until this afternoon." Irene looked surprised at this remark. More coughing. More blood.

"What happened to you?" Molly asked. Who's A.G.R.A.?"

"Oh. Right, of course.--" Irene would've told Molly the rest of her tale had it not been for Molly's phone ringing.

'Caller ID: Sherlock Holmes'. She answered. "Where are you?" she asked, almost screaming.

"On the way to 44 Eaton Square. How's Irene?"

"Oh my god!" Irene cried.

"What?" Molly and Sherlock said in tandem.

"That's my old address. When I was in London, I stayed at 44 Eaton Square. Why the hell are you going there!?" Irene practically screamed the last part, which was her mistake because the scream was followed by more coughing and more blood.

"Well?" Molly cried. "You heard her. Why the hell are you going there? And what does Mary have to do with this?"

"A.G.R.A. Those are Mary's initials. That’s her real name."

"Sorry, have I missed something here? Her REAL name?"

"Yes. Mary Morstan was a false name. Just like the Mayfly man. Remember at John's wedding?" Molly nodded and even though Sherlock wasn't in the room he knew she understood.

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