'' Pet name: Sherlock briefly has Molly stand in as his date/girlfriend/fiancee/wife while undercover and calls her a pet name - because it fits his character at the time, of course.
Only later, he finds himself using it without meaning to because it just fits.''
So, to whomever wanted this, I hope I do your idea justice, I don't have a tumblr account, so will someone please inform this person of their prompt being filled status? Thank you. I don't own Sherlock anything, or the original idea for this story, just where it's going. Lol. And I hope you all enjoy it!
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''Molly, I need you tonight.'' Molly's head shot up, her eyes widened to a new size of astonishment. She had heard him correctly. Sherlock said he needed her. Tonight. He said it in a pleading tone. Molly's face felt hot, she knew she was blushing. 'Play it cool.' She told herself.
''Wh-what do you need help with, Sherlock?'' She asked, her voice almost trembling. 'Way to play it cool, Mol.' Sherlock looked down at her, slightly annoyed at her mousy reactions to him.
''I require your assistance on a case. I will need you to gain access to a most sordid place.'' He explained while looking through her. 'Eyes widened, pulse elevated rapidly, ragged breath intake. Prognosis: nervous, and slightly aroused. Why must she be so odd around me?' He deduced to himself. He looked at her, waiting for her answer.
''Can't John help you? I-I mean, doesn't he usually accompany you on cases? Why do you need MY help'' she asked incredulously. Sherlock rolled his eyes, as if she should already know the answer.
''Because, while I do pride myself on John's company, I do not feel a married couple's spa would turn a blind eye to two men joining each other for a romantic day.'' He sighed gruffly.
''Mar-married what? Sher-sherlock, what sort of case is this?" Molly asked, her voice squeaking slightly. Sherlock grew increasingly impatient, and pulled her full attention to him as he grabbed her shoulders.
''Listen, Molly. I need your help. You are, after all, female, and thus will fill the role sufficiently enough. Now please stop being so infuriating with your nervous habits. You are to be my 'wife' for the evening, I would appreciate it if you weren't so scared to speak to me.'' He finished sternly. Molly took in a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.
''Okay, Sherlock. Okay. What do you need me to do?" She asked, her voice coming out slightly stronger than usual. Sherlock nodded his head in approval, before continuing.
''Right. Molly, have you heard of a Mr. William Eddlesbee?" She nodded slightly. ''He runs a string of resorts designed for heterosexual married partners. Very strict moral values. However, despite the facade of a higher ethical code, it has been brought up on suspicion that one of his more popular locations may be the epicenter of a large drug scheme. I have been asked to find out for sure. The only thing in my way was gaining entrance, which you have been kind enough in helping eliminate.'' He spoke fluidly, barely pausing to take a break. Molly nodded as she retained the information about the case. Sherlock spoke again, this time moving very closely to her small frame.
''Molly, listen to me. It is very important that you become comfortable around me. Your acting is just as important here. If they suspect that we are not genuine, things can fall out of sorts very quickly. Do you understand?" He asked, his voice rumbling deeply behind her ear as he spoke, inches from her face. Molly took in a trembled breath, before slowly exhaling and nodding her head. 'Breathe Molly, breathe.'
Sherlock stood there for several minutes, allowing Molly to become acclimated to his presence. He explained the smaller details of her role in the greater scheme. He told her what she was to wear, how to fix her hair and makeup. Finally, he bent down, and gently kissed her cheek. Molly flustered a little as he stood back up, walking to the doors of the morgue.
''Work on that poker face, Molly Hooper. I'll be by to pick you up around 5:00.'' He said as he exited the room. Molly let out a deep gust of air she had been holding.
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Molly had showered and began getting ready for the evening. She had slipped on her more elegant undergarments. 'Not that it matters, no one will see them.' She thought to herself. Still, she felt it would help her in being more confident. She then pulled on the eggplant colored dress that Sherlock had sent to her apartment. It hugged her form perfectly, the cap sleeves clinging to her shoulders. The neckline scooped down to expose her slender collarbone, which was covered in little spots and freckles. She took stock of her appearance in the mirror. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, lightly curled into large ringlets, outlining her face. She wore a minimal amount of makeup, opting for lip gloss and a touch of mascara. The dress shone with a dark purple against her pale skin, and ended just at her knees. She decided to wear flat shoes instead of heels. They were black, and had beautiful white bows that laced around her ankles. She took in a deep breath, before grabbing for her bag and phone. As scheduled, Sherlock arrived at 5:00, annoyingly buzzing her doorbell. She pulled the door open quickly, and nearly fell back in a swoon over the specimen that stood before her.
Sherlock wore one of his better suits, it had an extra sharp cut to it that seemed only to further point out his flawless features. Underneath his jacket, his shirt echoed the same tone her dress did. Molly caught herself gazing at the beautiful hollow of his exposed neck, before looking up at his face. His eyes looked her up and down, and he opened his mouth to speak.
''Molly, you look absolutely ethereal.'' He said, his eyes gazing at her as a smile crept to the corner of his lips. Molly's cheeks blushed as she smiled widely at him. He escorted her down to the awaiting cab, and the climbed into the back. Immediately, Sherlock took hold of Molly's hand, interlacing their fingers. Molly looked up at him, confusion written across her features.
''I must warn you, Molly. I will not be myself this evening. I will be doting, cordial, and affectionate. Please do not hesitate to go along with the charade, we are meant to put that appearance on.'' He explained, looking down at their hands in contemplation. Molly nodded her head in understanding. They sat in silence the rest of the ride. Upon arriving, Sherlock opened the door for her, and graciously offered his hand for her to take as she stepped from the car. They walked up to the beautiful entrance of the establishment, and Molly felt Sherlock's long arm coil around her waist, his hand landing gently on her hip. 'So it begins.' She thought to herself as they stepped inside.
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Well, there's chapter one, I hope you like it. I decided to make this a multi-chaptered fic so I can spread it out a little bit. Review, let me know what you think. Any guesses on what her 'pet name' will be? Lol, I must admit, I'm quite fond of it. Thanks for reading lovelies!