Deadly Valentine 2

he put his violin back in to it's container.

"Don't you have a country to run, Mycroft? Won't the Queen fired you if you have to much free time?"

"I have some cases if you ready to.. as our old Belgian friend said, use the grey cell in your brain." mocked Mycroft.

"Who is this Belgian detective really?" John interested.

The bickering conversation stop when there's a knock on the door.

"That must be Molly with Rosie." Mrs. Hudson said hurrying down stair.

"Why did you let her babysit Rosie?" whispered Sherlock to John. He can not hide the irritation in his voice.

"Do you know how much cost it is to hired a full time nanny these days? And it's not we are flowing on cash right now. I'm still looking a job where I can be a doctor, but sometimes being a sidekick detective too." John whispered back.

"This is the second time she's here this week." Sherlock with a relentless expression.

"Does she come here often?" ask Mycroft carefully and calculately.

"Yeah, you know.. a little time after.. you know the last.. incident with your little sister." John mumble an answer.

Sherlock quickly look up his smartphone. "Lestrade that bastard, he's timing is perfection. Come on John, we got a case to solve. Somebody finally dead."

"But.. dont you say all his cases are boring?"

"Not this time."

Sherlock quickly grab his coat, while John still hesitating.

"But.. Rosie, I have'nt see her in ages. Can you please give me.."

John sentence was stopped by Molly who suddenly popped up at the door.

"Oh, hello everybody.. I'm just here to drop Rosie.. and have a little tea with Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock is now fully dress for an outing, give John a look to hurry him up. Which ignore by John once he see Rosie.

"Rosie my girl. My gosh, how long has it been I almost can't recognize you."

"They grew up so fast at this age." Molly reply in her usual manner, unaware of the tension building in the room.

"Charming." Mycroft who also not usual with normal human interaction reply in one word. "Well, brother dear as much as i enjoy this moment, I have a country to run." at the end of that sentence, Mycroft flee the room. Leaving the growing impatient Sherlock, who had no choice but to wait for John adoring her little girl.

"Oh for God sake, just bring her then. A little crime scene won't hurt her. She will be surrounded by police, might found one who can baby sit her there." cry Sherlock impatiently.

"I can watch her." Molly voice suddenly break the atmosphere.

John looks to everyone in the room with confusion. "But.. you just bring her here.."

"It's alright, my shift at the hospital is at night today. Mrs. Hudson and I are going to talk about our little Valentine project anyway."

"Valentine project?" John looking Mrs. Hudson in confusion.

"Yes dear, we have a little gathering of people, we are going to give roses for people on Valentine's day."

"I'm sorry by people you mean.. random people?"

"Yes, on the street we will give away roses for them on the street." Mrs. Hudson answer proudly.

"Random lonely people must be." Sherlock added coldly.

"No need to be cruel, Sherlock. Not anyone of us in this room has someone to share this year Valentine's day." Mrs. Hudson reply.

After that, John face suddenly turns into as cold as icy stone. Mrs. Hudson suddenly realize what it means for John.

"Oh, I'm sorry John.. i didn't mean to remind you.."

John nod and smile with as many muscle he can pull from his face. "It's alright, Mrs. Hudson. It's been a while now.."

For a while there is silence in the room. Suddenly Sherlock clap his hands, "Well then, problem solved. We will be back before dinner if everything goes well." Sherlock quickly walk down the stair.

John hand Rosie over to Molly, and while he puts on his jacket, he quietly stress his gratitude to Molly again.

"I really can't thank you enough for this Molly. And I also very.. sorry.." John's voice getting low at the end.

"Come on John, i love them, she's my friend too.. I mean Mary is my friend too." Molly smile.

For a split seconds the two, doesnt exchange any word, but they both feel the flowing memory of Mary.

"Coming, John?" Sherlock icy voice cut the moment, as he carefully watch the two unshaken from under the stair.

"I'll try coming back before dinner." John finally make his way down the stair.

As the two gentlemen leaves Baker Street, Molly watch them leaves, as she quietly kiss Rosie's forehead.