I keep having this image in my head: Sherlock entering into 221b and finding Molly sleeping in his couch or arriving at Baker st in a rainy day and finding Molly outside all soaked and in both cases he's very choked up by the scene. Molly first line: «I need your help.» If you can do something with this, great! If you don't, it's ok too. Thanks!! 😙
Well it only toook me 2 tries to get this written, seeing as I lost lots of it the first time lol! (Seriously, never write the fic in the answer. TOO RISKY!) Anyway, hope you like where I went with this. I flip flopped about all different kinds of things Molly could be going to Sherlock for, but ended up settling on this one. Enjoy! :D
The moment he approached his door, he knew very well that someone was in his flat. His guard was up as he swung the door open, but as soon as his eyes fell on the surprise guest, his shoulders relaxed and gaze softened.
She sat up from where she was reclined on the couch, sniffing and looking a bit red eyed. She’d been…crying?
“Molly, what is it?” Sherlock questioned, crossing the room to sit on his coffee table in front of her.
“Sherlock, I-” Her voice broke a little. “I need your help.”
His voice dropped low, an instant determination in his tone. “Anything.”