Molly had only been sleeping for only a few
hours when the knocking on her door started.
She had listened to Sherlock and gone straight home after their
discussion. On her way home she started
to think of the things she had meant to ask Sherlock about but had gotten
sidetracked from. When Molly arrived
home she fed Toby before collapsing on the couch, lab jacket and all.
She was not happy to awaken in such an abrupt manner and would have ignored whoever was at the door but the person was relentless. She crossed to the door and wiped some strands of hair out of her face. She opened the door to a disgruntled detective and an army doctor.
“Is that git here?” John demanded to know once they had entered the apartment and shut the door.
“I’m sorry, what?” Molly asked bewildered, she was not at her best having just woken up.
“Sorry about this Molls but we’re looking for Sherlock and you weren’t answering your phone.” Lestrade was able to deliver his speech in a much calmer tone.
Molly pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger and shut her eyes. She sighed, “I’m going to bloody kill him!”
“Get in line!” John spat out.
“How bout I just help you hide the body?” Molly counter offered.
“Now wait just one minute, we have to actually find him to carry out any of those plans,” Greg offered his input. “We’re checking all his bolt holes and knowing your relationship with the giant prat we thought perhaps he could be here with you.”
“Relationship?” Molly scoffed.
“Well you are his emergency contact and you let him get away with practically anything. I thought perhaps you helped him with a jailbreak and allowed him to stay here instead of at the hospital.” Greg explained his previous statement.
“Plus you weren’t answering your phone, since you were avoiding talking to anyone we thought—“ John was interrupted.
“You thought I was keeping Sherlock’s whereabouts secret from you.” Molly was tired of dealing with everyone. “First off, I am Sherlock’s contact because he put that down years ago and didn’t bother to change it, as I explained to you already John. Second, I know that Sherlock needs a hospital and I am not so much of a pushover to allow him to leave. In fact I only left Bart’s myself once Sherlock promised me he would be there when I came back. In hindsight I should have paid more attention to his wording. Yes, Sherlock uses my apartment, namely my bedroom as a bolt hole,” here Molly broke her stride to mumble that they agreed he needed the space but she picked back right up again. “I was not avoiding anyone but I did shut my phone off as I have not slept in days and I am tired. Feel free to search my apartment though if it will make you rest assured that I am not hiding anything from you!”
Both men had the presence of mind not to interrupt Molly’s rant. They both looked a little sheepish.
“Molly, we would never think that you were trying to hide anything from us. We’re worried, is all.”
Molly glared at John, “Don’t be so sure Greg.”
John was completely taken aback having never experienced Molly’s ire before. “Molly I’m sorry. Listen we really should talk but now…” John let the sentence hang.
“Go find him.” Molly’s tone had become gentler and she sounded defeated. “Have you been by Baker Street yet?”
“We’ll head there next,” Greg said reaching for Molly’s hand and pulling her close to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Go get some rest. We’ll let you know when we find him, yeah?”
“I’ve decided to go away for a few days. Maybe go see my family. I’ll see him when I get back.”
John nodded a goodbye to Molly and opened the door. Toby chose that moment to streak out the door. John let out an oath, “Sorry Molly—“
“Just go. It’s not the first time he’s gotten out. He’ll come back when he’s ready just like he always does."
“Sherlock or your cat?” Greg was rewarded with a smile from Molly.
“Both, I guess I have a type.”
“I’ve never seen Molly get upset before this week. I witnessed her slapping Sherlock and resolved not to get on her bad side but she didn’t even raise her voice then.” John lamented to Greg after witnessing the volcanic eruption that was Molly Hooper.
“She’s tired mate. Molly’s very forgiving and she will probably be the one apologizing after this all blows over. Good for her taking a break. I often worry that she works far too hard. Things must be really bad for her to head home though.” Greg smiled, “Wish you had gotten the slapping on video though.”
“I didn’t think she had it in her to get so angry. I’ve never seen her like this before.”
“I have,” confessed Lestrade.
“Now you sit right there while I go sort this out!” a young angry detective inspector snarled at the unrepentant teen while shoving him into a seat.
Sherlock grinned and replied in as cocky a tone as he could muster, “Whatever you say Greg.”
The detective slammed both his hands down on the common room table. “It’s Detective Inspector Lestrade to you! You do not get to address me as Greg ever! Do you understand?”
“I’ll be sure to remember that, Lestrade.” ‘Or delete is more like the case’ thought Sherlock as he erased the name from his hard drive.
The detective straightened up and shook his head. “Answer this for me, how does someone with your bloody intelligence end up in a place like this time and time again. It is such a waste. We could use someone like you if you weren’t such a bloody prat.”
“I would never last working at Scotland Yard because it is boring. That’s why I end up here. I was B-O-R-E-D. Bored.”
Lestrade ran his hand through his dark hair. He shook his head again, in sadness now that he had let out his anger at the young man before him.
It wasn’t Greg’s first time bringing Sherlock to the same rehab center but it was the hardest. Sherlock had been doing so much better this past time in rehab. Lestrade had kept tabs on the young man because every time he had been in the back of his car the teen had solved a case. That had been when he was high, Greg could only imagine what Sherlock could do if he was sobered up. Greg had even started handing Sherlock files to get his input when he picked him up. Greg felt somewhat guilty taking the credit but he would not have been able to present the cases as being solved by a drugged kid.
Sherlock had made it through the three months of rehab and in less than a week Greg had caught him shooting up. Sherlock didn’t even try to play coy and hide it. It was as if he wanted to get caught this time around.
Greg made his way to the desk and tried to steel himself for what he was about to do. It was never pleasant dealing with the elder Holmes brother. As he tried to get a hold of Sherlock’s family he kept an eye on him in case he decided to cause any trouble, it bothered Greg that he hadn’t tried to as of yet.
“Sherlock?” A young girl with reddish hair approached Greg’s charge. The girl continued speaking but he could no longer hear what was being said as she had lowered her voice to a whisper.
“What have you done? Why are you here again?”
“Molly! You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little high,” he dramatically whispered the last part of the sentence before breaking off in a fit of giggles.
Molly slapped him across his face. The action caught the attention of everyone in the room. She raised her hand and slapped him again before switching hands and administering one last slap.
“How could you?!” Molly cried out in the loudest voice anyone at the center had ever witnessed.
The slaps and the tone of voice his Molly was using was enough to sober Sherlock out of his happy mood. He used a low tone of voice when he said, “I did it for you.”
“For me? What would ever make you think I would want you to use drugs for any purpose.”
Sherlock had a moment of pride as Molly delivered her speech in a near perfect British accent. “You needed me. So I took the drugs to be readmitted.” Sherlock was now the one speaking in the hushed tone that Molly had used up until that day.
“No. I don’t need this. No one needs this. You have a family that loves you. And you hurt them each time you end up here. You are killing yourself. If you are that intent on throwing away your life why don’t you just jump off a building!” Molly delivered that last speech with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Sherlock looked on shocked and hurt by her words. He felt the sting of rejection of something he had done for her. He could only watch on as she turned and ran to her room.
An aide pursued Molly. The rest of the room had been turned to silence to see such a change in the duo. That was the first time some of the people there had even heard Molly speak.
Lestrade looked on in wonder as he saw the young callous genius taken down by the small wisp of a girl. When he reached Sherlock’s brother he was told that Mycroft would pay the fine but to just turn Sherlock loose, he was on his own now.
Sherlock went missing for a period of time after that. When he turned up at the rehab center out of his own volition he had found that things had changed.
“Really. What was it like when Molly got mad before.” John asked the detective.
By this time the men had gotten in the car and were making their way to Baker Street as they continued their conversation.
“Well, they were a lot younger then. But Molly is probably one of the main reasons he is alive today. An addict never ceases to be an addict. He has lapsed at times so it wasn’t a miracle situation where a person never used again but after that day in rehab he at least tried to stay away. He even sought my help from time to time.”
“I’m sorry rehab? I wasn’t aware Molly interned at such a facility.”
Greg looked at John and cleared his throat, “Ah…she didn’t…”
“Molly? She doesn’t seem the type. Granted I didn’t think Sherlock was either.” John said with a tilt to his head.
John shook his head, “Now, I’m just lost.”
“She was just a little thing. I was surprised she was as old as she was. Sherlock once confessed that the little girl at rehab who gave him the lambasting of his life was the same Molly Hooper. It’s been about twenty years so she looks a lot different. He of course told me this right after my divorce was finalized and that I was under no uncertain terms allowed anywhere near Molly as a romantic partner.”
“So you’re saying our Molly was a child addict.”
Greg had always been a bit of a gossip but he finally realized how much of what he said should have been kept private. “Listen, it would be better for both of us if you don’t repeat anything I just said. But to keep the facts straight, as far as I know, Molly had no say in the drugs that were forced upon her body.”
John looked at Greg with horror. “Should she really be going to see her family if that is the case?”
“Her family she is seeing is her adopted family.”
John let the information seep into his mind. He decided to change the topic into something lighter but something that had started to plague his mind lately. “Did they ever…you know…date?”
“Not that I know of. We used to have an office pool but that became centered around a leading man in the more recent past.”
John caught the meaning and was not amused. “Mary seems to think that they will be together by the end of the year.”
“I know. We recently started our own bet. Sorry mate but I need the money. I got history on my side and that git is married to his work.”
“Well, my wife has been trying to convince him to become a bigamist and so far Mary always gets her way.”