A handcuffed Sherlock Holmes followed two security officers out of a black car. While one officer removed his restraints, he stared up at the ageing apartment building before him, eyes zeroing in on a third floor window. He met the gaze of the other officer, who joined them after speaking to the driver, and answered the question in her eyes with a nod. Flanked by his guards, he headed for the street entrance. The detective heard the car pull away from the kerb as he pressed the call button labelled ‘Hooper’.
“Yes?” the pathologist responded.
“Molly, it’s Sherlock.”
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Summary: It’s Sherlock’s last night in England, and he decides to spend it with the person that mattered the most. Will he find the courage to tell her how he feels about her before he leaves for Eastern Europe? One-shot. Could be a prequel to I Am Yours.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
A/N: There’s a little bit of Kiliel (Kili x Tauriel) in this. 😜
Disclaimer: As per usual, I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. I welcome reviews and constructive criticism.
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