Sherlock's Love Interest (BBC Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

"What will you be wearing?" Molly asked an hour before they were to leave for the ball.

"A black suit. You're hungry, so I was planning to grab a quick bite to eat before we go. Be ready in forty-five minutes." He disappeared into their room and she walked into the bathroom to finish.

"Miss?"

Molly turned, the voice sounding close to her, and saw a handsome man holding his hand out for her. "Yes?"

"Mind if I have this dance?"

She looked at Sherlock, who had already danced one song with her. He nodded. "Go ahead, I need to start looking."

The problem with that was that Sherlock didn't trust that man to take care of Molly, so he couldn't take his eyes off the pair of them. One song later Molly saw Sherlock still watching her and waved him off. He nodded and turned to find a waiter.

"My name's Andrew," he said as he led her into the next dance.

"Molly."

"I saw you with that other man, are you serious?"

She showed him the ring. "Engaged."

He smiled. "That means I still have a chance to," he lifted her into the air, "sweep you off your feet."

She laughed with a small shake of her head. "Did you come with anyone?"

"No. The only reason I'm here is because I work for him, and I honestly thought it was going to be dreadful. Now that I've met you, I think I might enjoy it."

Molly smiled and blushed a bit, and they continued to dance in silence. Near the end of the song Molly started to scour the crowd for Sherlock, but he was gone. If I can't find him, she thought, perhaps I should stay here. I don't know what kind of trouble I could get into looking around this big mansion.

Andrew saw her looking and then stop. "Did he leave?"

"Not exactly."

"But he's not here?"

"No..." she frowned. What was he thinking?

"Good." He pulled her off the dance floor and into a corner, then greedily pressed his lips against hers. She brought her knee up as a reflex and kneed him between the legs.

"I'm engaged, and even if I wasn't, that's not how you treat women." She walked off and grabbed a glass of champagne.

"Very nicely done."

She jumped when the waiter she had taken the glass from started to talk to her. "Sherlock?"

"I had just the right suit for this. Just had to draw a moustache, which wasn't difficult as I've done this before, and pick up a tray. Then those in the kitchens started telling me everything. Stay out here and see if you can find some gossip to include yourself with, but stay away from him."

"I was already planning on that last part."

"Those women across the room, four in a bundle together talking?" She nodded. "They're the wives of the four executives that are here. Tell them your name is Ashlyn Roll, they'll tell you everything."

"Alright. Wish me luck." She smiled and walked across the room. Sherlock stood there, just watching the room, before quickly slipping out into a darkened corridor.

"Uh, hello," said Molly.

"Hi," said the first, looking her up and down. Finding her satisfactory, she stuck her hand out. "Madelyn Price."