A/N: This idea came to me this morning and was written in one go, which almost never happens to me, so I might as well get it out there. This is a precursor to a longer fic I intend to write, which will be Molly-centric but also feature a Sherlolly courtship/relationship. However, Sherlock doesn’t actually appear in person here.
Could be read as Molly/Mycroft if that’s your thing but bear in mind that’s not my intention. Mainly I ship Mycroft/cake, as you will see.
Thanks to Rhi, Twiggy and Lindsey for speedy beta services. I don’t think I’ve ever posted something with such a low rating before. What has this ship done to me?
It was no mere coincidence that on the day Sherlock Holmes returned to the living, Molly Hooper was summoned to see Human Resources.
"There’s to be an investigation," she was told. Enquiring minds wanted to know how he’d faked his death inside their walls, and her name was all over the paperwork. Words like “scandal”, “national embarrassment” and “gross misconduct” were bandied about, though she wasn’t given room to speak. Not yet. That was all for a meeting at an undisclosed point in the future, which she’d be notified about in writing. She could be accompanied by a union representative, and if she had any evidence to exonerate herself she needed to forward it on before the meeting. “Under no circumstances are you to set foot in this hospital until the investigation has been completed. If you find yourself in an ambulance requiring emergency treatment, I suggest you tell the paramedics to take you elsewhere.”