The Nameless One (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Molly Hooper stopped at the alley. "What for?"

"Cup of tea, of course." answered the homeless girl.

Molly spoke softer, saying, "Are you from the Network?

"Yes I am."

Sherlock often sent notes and messages through the Network.

"What do you have for me?" asked Molly.

Giving Molly a note, the homeless girl said, "You're to read it before doing anything, or going anywhere. Then do as it says."

"Is it from Sherlock?"

"No. It's from my mistress."

"Who is..."

The girl sighed sharply. "Your information's in the letter. I'm not allowed to say any more. Good morning, Miss Hooper."

"Okay.." Molly opened the letter, then quickly walked down Baker Street.

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"How can you have five theories?" asked Watson. "I don't even think you know five women."

Before Holmes could open his mouth to reply, they heard the shrill sound of the doorbell.

"I'll get it." John limped across the room, then descended the stairs. When he opened the door, he said, "Molly? What are you doing here?"

Molly Hooper smiled, "Hi John. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sorry." He stepped back to let her in. A moment later, as they ascended the stairs, John asked, "Shouldn't you be at Bart's?"

"Um no.. Apparently not." Molly replied, entering the living room.

Sherlock stood, "Molly."

"Hi Sherlock." she grinned.

"Why are you here?" the detective asked, stepping closer to the pathologist.

Molly glanced from John to Sherlock. "I got a letter..." she said, stepping back.

"From whom?" asked John, sitting in his chair.

Molly sat on the sofa. "Somebody called 'T.N.O.'."

"Read it, Molly." Sherlock said, pacing.

Molly fished through her purse, and pulled out the small, folded note. Although her voice was clear and strong, a touch of nervousness lingered on her tongue.

"My Dear Molly Hooper," she read, "Please note that I'm not threatening you. But you must stay away from Saint Bartholemew's Hospital. Go immediately to 221B Baker Street. I will send my messenger presently. Respectively and sincerely yours, T.N.O."

"What do you think, Molly?" Sherlock questioned.

"Well.. I think somebody's threatening me. Or perhaps the whole hospital. And I know that you two definitely have some part to play in all this."

At that moment, the doorbell rang; but this time with a more shrill annoyance than usual.

"Mycroft?" John went downstairs to answer the door.

"He never calls this early..." observed Sherlock. He took up his violin, preparing to "play" for his brother dear.

When John opened the door, Mycroft smiled bitterly. "I have a client for my brother. She has a very interesting case."

The girl stood with Mycroft, doing her best to seem like the bedraggled, homeless child that she was not.

"Alright." smiled John. "Hello again."

"Hello, sir." the girl replied.

"Won't you come in?" John asked.

"I have other business to attend to." said Mycroft. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

"So you're just backing out?" the girl said, irritatedly.

Turning to leave, Mycroft said, "Good morning, Sara." He strode away up Baker Street, yet again disobeying his own erroneous plans.

"So your name's Sarah?" aked John, letting the girl in.

Sara waited until John had shut the door before returning to her natural accent. "Yeh. But don't ever spell it with an 'h'."

"Wait." said Watson. "Aren't you Scottish?"

"No. No I'm not." Sara smiled, bouding up the stairs.

A/N:

Again, these first two chapters are really just for setting the plot up.. I'm hoping it won't be as rambly as we get further along the story. The next chapter is really my favorite though... So yeh...

Hope you're enjoying it!

Loves!

~RA