Counting - A Sherlolly FanFiction

Chapter 8

Sherlock's POV

Is she ok?

SH

Yes

UW

Any injuries?

SH

One slap, and multiple bruises from dragging her into the taxi two weeks ago

UW

I stopped typing after that, otherwise I might just unleash my anger on my phone, and I needed it undamaged for this situation.

It has been two weeks since Molly has been missing and with every passing hour I realized how much I needed my pathologist back. The longing to smell the natural scent of her body and to tough her smooth skin has been overwhelming my brain functions for the last week. Making it even more difficult to find her. Moriarty is going to pay when I get my hands on him, nothing will be able to stop me from wringing his neck until his face is as pale as the day he 'shot himself'.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Enter," I shouted, not wanting to get up from my chair.

"Brother mine, you should really get dressed properly when you have visitors,"

My infuriating brother stated as he walked through the door, scowling at my dark blue dressing gown and stripy blue pajamas.

"I do not change for anyone, especially not you, Mycroft,"

I spat his name as he took a seat.

"Any news of Molly Hooper?"

"Why would you care?"

"Because you seem to have taken a certain, liking "  he said that word with utter hatred in his voice "to this young woman,"

"Yes and?"

"Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock,"

"As you have said many a time,"

"Alone protects you,"

"No, friends protect you,"

"Well I am sure that you would love to know the information I have recently gathered, concerning your beloved Miss Hooper,"

My heart jumped at the fact that for once in my life, Mycrofts assistance might actually be of some use to me.

"She is working... with Moriarty,"

Molly's POV

I stood strong in front of Mr Summers intimidating glare and slowly leaned over the Small table in  the abandoned warehouse, pointing towards the numbers on the paper, doing exactly what Irene taught me in our first 'lesson'.

2 weeks earlier

I had not slept well last night, fearing the next day  to come in this hellhole. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I mean, how could it not be?

Working with the worlds most devious, conniving criminal was never going to be easy and will lead to all sorts of trouble when I, or might I say if I, ever leave here. I stood up from my, admittedly comfy bed and walked into the bathroom, having a quick shower, brushing my teeth and doing my makeup. I then walked into my wardrobe and decided on a dress for today.

Feeling some sort of desire to impress the only woman who has ever outsmarted Sherlock,  chose a mid thigh length, navy blue dress, which was very tight and had a lace neck that wrapped around my neck like a choker.