Bottled up inside — Chapter 9: The Cab and the Cabbie

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

Bliss. Pure Untainted Bliss. This was what Molly felt as she wound her arms around his neck, his breath mingling with hers, his hands gripping her waist, her petite body fitting into his perfectly as if they had been moulded to be so. Their first kiss had been chaste, shy and hesitant but this was nothing like that. It was gentle and sweet at first but deeper and more passionate later. His hands traveled up along her spine making her shudder. The other hand tightened around her waist, crushing her against him. Her hands were still around his neck, entangling in his dark curls. His hand swept away her hair from her back to one shoulder, exposing the pale skin underneath. His lips left hers for just a moment, kissing the crook of her neck and moving upwards to her jaw before claiming her lips once again. Darn, how was he so good at it even without the slightest bit of experience? She cherished every moment, wanting to etch it in her memory forever. After what seemed like eternity, they broke apart. He smiled at her again and she returned it shyly. They walked back to the restaurant and then onto the street. A cab was already there, which was strange since the road was a lonely one on the outskirts of London. Sherlock said nothing, just raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and held the door open for Molly. She knew that the journey was going to be long so she started a conversation. 'I had a great time. Thanks a lot' she said to him, blushing like always. 'I knew you would. I'm glad you did' he said, but she could tell that he was distracted. 'It beats me how she found out. She wasn't even in the pathology department when you... when it happened' she said. 'Where was she back then?' he asked. 'I'm not sure but I think in the forensic department' said Molly uncertainly. 'Well then she would know about the fall, right? since all the autopsy reports are sent there. She knew I had jumped. I returned a year later so she assumed someone at the hospital helped me fake my death by giving a false report. And since the autopsy was supposedly performed by you, it had to be you who helped me' he muttered. His eyes were closed and his hands were folded with the fingertips resting on his chin, the way they did when he was in deep thought. She let him be, choosing instead to look outside. The scene was a little different. She couldn't recognize any of the buildings. They must have taken an alternate route then. They had passed the hospital on their way to the restaurant but now, she couldn't even see a single familiar spot. Were they going to be mugged? She felt a little uneasy but brushed it off as nothing. After all London was a huge city with thousands of roads interconnected by small lanes. Maybe the cabbie was just trying to avoid the traffic. After all, the only route she took was from her home to the hospital and back. And once to Baker Street on Christmas eve a year ago. And occasional visit to the movie theatre. She really was pathetic wasn't she? Living in such a grand city would be the dream of millions. She lived here yet she had never bothered to explore her city. Unlike Sherlock who probably knew every nook and crammy. After all he spent most of his time running around the city with John and Lestrade, tracking down the antisocial elements who posed a threat to the people of this huge city... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud yell of 'STOP!'. Sherlock shouted again and again at the driver to stop the cab but no avail. They were speeding up now. They were now in a totally unknown part of the city, dark lanes with short dirty buildings with tiny pubs and a few street lights. He tried frantically to open the door or the window but failed to do so. His eyes were wild as he stared at her and then at the rear view mirror. The driver's face wasn't visible due to the too large but she could see the triumphant grin displayed across the mouth. Which drew her attention to the bright red lipstick, and the American Diamond embedded in her teeth. She could recognize that smile anywhere. 'Julia!' she shrieked.

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