~A bomb threat is issued for the building across from Molly's. Sherlock rushes there, breaks into her flat, and takes her from her own bathroom with just a towel on~
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Sherlock: *hoists Molly up in his arms, bridal style*
Molly: What in god's name are you doing? *gripping her towel tight* Put me down, Sherlock!
Sherlock: *rushes out the flat and down the stairs* Not yet.
Molly: When? When I'm out on the street? Put me down.
Sherlock: *lowers her onto the 1st floor landing* Fine. *pats down his damp sleeve*
Molly: Are you going to explain this kidnapping-
Sherlock: -Well...
Molly: This blatant invasion of privacy?
Sherlock: Bomb threat.
Molly: Bomb threat? *wrings out hair*
Sherlock: Mhm. Right across the street in fact.
Molly: Oh. *looks away* That's not good.
Sherlock: *eyes wide, watching the water from Molly's hair drip down to the floor boards below* So you're nearly naked.
Molly: Nearly. *waiting in her peach towel in awkward silence* So this bomb threat...
Sherlock: *nods; still staring*
Molly: *shivers in the dank stairway* Well?
Sherlock: I can call -check the status on it.
Molly: *with raised brows* That would be good.
Sherlock: *dials* Ringing. *talks* Mhm. *hangs up* So it was the east end of your street, *pulls at his collar* not the west.
Molly: *nods curtly* So I'm safe?
Sherlock: Yes.
Molly: And I can return to my flat? *looks down to readjust her grip on the towel*
Sherlock: *eyes not straying from her own* Yes.
Molly: Good. *retreats upstairs to her flat*
Sherlock: *follows to her bedroom door*
Molly: I'll be fine, Sherlock. Can you let me get dressed? Alone?
Sherlock: *steps back* Aw, yes. *formally* Sorry.
Molly: *returns minutes later* Tea? Coffee?
Sherlock: I'm fine.
Molly: *silent as the kettle boils* So- *a beat* Aren't I lucky that I decided to forgo a long bath this evening?
Sherlock: *gulps; a mental image begins to form in his mind* Yes. *an image of bubbles and Molly* Yes you are.