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This was not Molly's plan. When she went to Julliard her vision was being one of the greatest music history professors that ever lived. The kind that made ground-breaking discoveries about long-dead composers, and had a whole team of eager students to help her research along, the kind that everyone wanted to talk to for consultations or appraisals.
Being Sherlock Holmes' librarian was not what she'd envisioned for herself.
"I'm s-sorry Sherlock but I can't get you the original score. It's hundreds of years old and I was barely allowed to make a c-copy." She tried to explain to the unreasonable man. Said copy was scattered on the ground, all 67 pages.
"No, that won't do. I need the original Molly. Get me the original." Despite having just thrown the entire photocopied score all over the floor of his flat, Sherlock was perfectly calm. Molly was used to this. If he felt he 'needed' it, it wasn't a matter of opinion, it was simple fact. He needed it.
"Unless you wear gloves while h-handling it and agree to review it in an air locked facility, they won't let you." She recounted what she felt was a perfectly reasonable solution.
"Then don't tell them. Surely they won't notice if it's gone for one night." He dismissed her answer.
"I can't."
"Your eye shadow." He changed the subject abruptly.
"W-Wha-"
"It's blue, you've never worn blue before. It compliments your eyes." He noted, his voice was smooth as silk. Molly turned away to hide her uncontrollable smile, she didn't think he'd notice.
"Anyway, you can bring me the manuscript tomorrow morning. Coffee too. Black two sugars, I'll be here." That was the standard 'goodbye'.
"Okay." Was all Molly could respond with before turning and leaving 221B Baker Street.
She wasn't blind, she knew he complimented her just to get her to do what he wanted. She was however hopelessly in love. It was why she'd stayed, even with her PhD and her top marks. She'd stayed for Sherlock Holmes, the most brilliant violinist in all of England.