Just Haven't Met You Yet! Ch 9

Irene Adler’s Perspective

Saturday- 5:15AM
Irene Adler was weaving in and out of her walk-in wardrobe, as calmly as possible. Tonight was an important night, thus her attire must follow suit. She was currently on her 26th hour without sleep, as her nerves were just too much - not that she would ever admit it.

Saturday- 6:00AM
By this time, Irene was pacing in and out of her closet. She was moving as quickly as possible, trying to find the perfect outfit. She had tried on her tightest and most revealing clothes, including nothing at all, and had just not really felt right about any of it.

Saturday- 7:00AM
Irene had decided to… take a break. And by that, she had completely passed out when she sat down to take a breather.

Saturday- 2:07PM
Let’s just say that most of London knew when Irene awoke because it happened with a very loud cry of a very obscene word. Irene was now approximately 2 hours and 53 minutes behind schedule. Molly would be here in 4 hours and 23 minutes and everything needed to be perfect.

Saturday- 4:00PM
Irene had managed to calm down and decide upon an outfit. At this point, she had already messed up the pasta for dinner twice and had to run to the grocery store to get more.

Saturday- 4:30PM
Irene was now in the process of resolving her dinner dilemmas. She’d overcooked the fourth batch of pasta and was so flustered that she had given up on it and had just gotten off the phone with a very angry cook that was going to be making her two hour cook time meal in just one hour. It was going to cost her double the price but Irene was positive that it would be worth it.

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Molly Hooper’s Perspective

Saturday- 5:15AM
Molly Hooper was still sleeping.

Saturday- 6:00AM
Molly Hooper rolled over and continued to sleep.

Saturday- 7:00AM
Molly Hooper was still sleeping.

Saturday- 10:34AM
Molly Hooper woke up, took a shower, and ate breakfast.

Saturday- 1:00PM
Molly had the strangest feeling that she had forgotten something today. But, given that it was Saturday, she knew she didn’t have to work and couldn’t think of a single thing she had to do today.

Saturday- 2:07PM
Seven minutes ago, Molly Hooper’s phone had gone off. And since her phone only has a single tone for everything (phone calls, text messages, alarms) she had assumed it was just Sherlock needing her to go into work and had unhappily picked up her phone expecting to see a text, instead, she saw the words “Date Tonight at 6:30” on her screen, and had frozen in place where she still was now.

Saturday- 4:00PM
Molly had finally unfrozen and rushed to her closet where she was now sitting on the floor in a mess of wadded up clothes that had accumulated because she’d been trying things on for the last hour and a half and had not wasted the time to re-hang everything.

Saturday- 4:30PM
Molly had given up on her outfit for a little while and had decided to go to the store to get a new pair of shoes because the ones that she had now only went with her tight red dress that she was most definitely not wearing tonight.

Saturday- 5:30PM
Molly had returned home and was now scrambling to find an outfit. She had half an hour before she absolutely had to leave or risk being late.

Saturday- 5:45PM
Molly was still throwing clothes around. She had decided on her pencil skirt but was unsure of which blouse to wear and if she would need a cardigan.

Saturday- 6:00PM
Molly was dressed but was currently freaking out. She spent two minutes trying to catch her breath and was out of the door.

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6:30 rolled around and Molly hadn’t shown up yet. Irene was beginning to doubt her oh-so-mysterious nature. She wasn’t even sure Molly was going to show up; she had just expected her too. She sat down cross legged and was about to just give up and eat dinner alone when the doorbell rang. Irene shot up and smoothed out her outfit and checked her lipstick in the mirror next to the door before opening it.
There on the stoop stood Molly Hooper. Her hair was pulled out of her face and gently curled at the ends. She had a light touch of makeup on. Her clothing consisted of a dreadfully ruffled blouse with a yellow and grey striped cardigan, and a black pencil skirt.
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The moment the door opened, Molly’s jaw dropped. In front of her was the most attractive woman she had ever laid eyes on. She could feel a blush rushing up her neck and onto her cheeks as she scanned Irene over once.
The woman was dressed in a black sheer button up, with nothing underneath and the top three buttons left loose, and a tight emerald skirt that highlighted her long, gorgeous legs.

“U-um-- I-I… Uh-Hello,” Molly managed to stutter out, but she still failed to pull her eyes away from Irene’s basically bare chest.

“Hello, Molly. I’m pleased that you decided to accompany me tonight,” Irene replied cooly even though she was internally freaking out about the fact that Molly was very blatantly staring at her breasts. Oh God. Should she have worn something different? Was this too much? Should she have worn the much more conservative white blouse that she had been considering instead? What did Molly think of--

“Um… You look really nice,” Molly mumbled, finally pulling her gaze away to look at Irene’s face. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue-grey and it was even harder to pull her eyes away from this sight.

“...Thank you, Molly…” Irene purred. “I made dinner, why don’t you come have a bite.” She reached for Molly’s hand, and lead her into the dining room where a simple spaghetti dinner was laid out. The room was dimly lit with tall, white candles in the center of a small round table.

Molly’s heart was about to beat out of her chest; she could have sworn her heart rate was going to make her faint. She let Irene lead her to the dining room and started to question whether the red dress would have been a better option, in all honesty, given that she felt kinda frumpy after seeing her date’s attire.

Irene and Molly sat down at their respective seats and began dishing out their food. Both were  unsure how much was acceptable to take. Irene was starving because she hadn’t eaten all day, but wasn’t sure if it was acceptable to fully load her plate. Molly, on the other hand, had been stress snacking and wasn’t very hungry at all, so she didn’t want to take too much, but also didn’t want to offend Irene by not taking enough. All in all it was a mess.

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John Watson was walking through a dark hallway still trying to absorb the shock of his actions; he had just shot and killed a man for Sherlock Holmes: a man he barely even knew. For once since the army, his body was calm and unshaken, however, his insides were a different story. He took the steps down two at a time and snuck out of the door of the building. There were red and blue flashing lights everywhere but he searched for D.I. Lestrade.

When John finally caught up with him, Lestrade was standing over Sherlock who was wrapped in an orange blanket, for shock he assumed.

“What...er… what happened?” John asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Sherlock and Lestrade had been arguing about something when he walked over, but as John spoke, Sherlock went quiet and gave John a knowing look.

Lestrade, however, kept plowing on, “This idiot almost got himself killed! Again! What is it, the 18th time this month?! And now, he insists he doesn't need a bloody blanket!”.

“I’ll keep the blanket,” Sherlock spoke up.

“What?” Lestrade said, surprised.

“For shock, you know… I’m in shock right? I obviously need a blanket. Let’s go, John…” The detective said, standing up and pulling the blanket closer.

For a moment, John just shifted in place before looking up at Lestrade - who was giving him an eyebrow - and quickly catching up with Sherlock.

“So should I send for your things tonight or shall we wait until tomorrow morning?” Sherlock asked John, pulling off the orange, weighted blanket and tossing it in the window of Lestrade’s patrol car. John quickly grabbed his laptop, then processed what Sherlock had said, causing him to almost drop it.
“I… what?”

“You will be moving in, correct?”

“I, um…” John’s face was bright red but he nodded. “Yeah… yeah I will. Tomorrow will do.”

“Of course, of course…. So I know this really good Chinese restaurant up the way…. Dinner?” Sherlock asked smoothly.

John looked up at him, a glimmer in his eyes, “Starving.”