Sherlolly: Sherlocks secret

ch 5

Later that day.

Beth. Plan is back on. Send the package to Molly now. Don't forget the note.

-SH

Sherlock hit send and stared at the phone, waiting for a reply. It wasn't too late, he could still do this! He just needed Molly to play along. He knew that she still loved him, no matter what he did to her she'd still love him. Suddenly his phone lit up. Beth had texted him back.

Alright. On my way now. Hope it goes well.

"So do I, Beth. So do I..." Sherlock muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Molly's appartment.

Molly heard a knock at her door. She didn't ususally get people coming round much, who could it be? She hoped it wasn't someone important- she looked a mess. Since Sherlock left, all she'd done is cry and get angry. She could barely sleep at nights now that he wasn't there to cuddle into. Even though he was mean and tough on the outside, when he sleeped it all melted away, and she could see the softness in his face. If only he was like that all the time, she thought. As she walked towards the door, she ran her fingers thorugh her hair in a weak attempt to tame it just incase it was someone important. But when she opened the door, there was nobody there. All there was was a box sitting on her step. Molly leaned down and picked the box up, shaking it gently. She could hear a slight rattle, but nothig major.

"What the-" She wondered, taking the box inside.

The box was light blue with white lace and small pearls glued on. It was very pretty, and Molly let her fingers trail over the pearls befor openeing it. When she saw what was inside she gasped. Carefully, she took out the black and purple platforms and checked their size.

"Yep, five...But how on earth-?" Molly smiled in amazement, and did a double take when she saw what the shoes were sitting on. Underneath, folded neatly, was the deep purple dress she saw at Lipsy. As she took it out, she couldn't help but squeal. Someone had gotten her the perfect dress, and shoes to match! A piece of folded over card caught her eye. Lifting it out, she opened it and read the writing.

Dear Molly,

Meet me tomorrow at 221B at seven o'clock. Don't be late. Wear the dress and heels. I have a surprise for you. See you soon, gorgeous.

-SH

Molly smiled tearfully and hel the card to her heart. "Oh, Sherlock..." she swooned, leaning against the door. "I hate you, but I'll be there."