Request by TRAVALERRAY

Sorry sis that I took long to write this!

Also don't forget that request are open! Give me your wildest ship in the name of Sherlock fan-base. I legit did Sherlock x his skull that was... amazing and interesting to write. Anyway am not a begging potato! I hope you, readers, enjoy this short story of Jolly

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"Sherlock I just got the mail and we got invite to-"

"A masquerade ball. Yes I know, Mycroft just text me to be on my best behavior tomorrow night," Sherlock said, getting up from his position as John looked confused.

"What is it?" "It's just you don't seem like the person to go to fancy party's and what not," John admitted, putting the mail down on the messy kitchen table. Sherlock walked up to John and looked at the mail to see if any was his.

"There will be an assassination tomorrow night on the prime minister. Wouldn't miss it for the world." John sigh, he knew this invitation wasn't going to be a normal invitation. Sherlock seized John hands and pulled him to his room.

"I got our outfit for tomorrow and a plan in set," The detective told him, with a grin to larger for his face to conceal. "Why can't we have a normal day without crimes?" John groaned, sitting down on the bed as he saw his outfit. "Because that's boring, Jawn! This is the life you chosen!" Sherlock responded, a bit annoyed that John asked such question.

Next day, 8 o'clock pm. The detective and his blogger where on there way to the ball and silence stood between them on the car ride.

"John?" He hummed as Sherlock took a deep breath before continuing, "Please don't get distracted." John immediately looked over at Sherlock, shocked that he said those words. "Why would I get distracted? Someone life is at stake, Sherlock!" Sherlock sighed, he knew John would react like this.

Before he could respond the car stopped. Both put on their mask before getting out and walking inside. John gasp on how huge the place was and how it had a vintage feeling yet cosy vibe. "John, Mycroft want us to visit him in room 20," Sherlock informed him, leading themselves to the room.

"Brother you finally arrived," Mycroft acknowledged, with a warming smile, "He hasn't been sleeping well for the last pass days, muttering nonsense." Sherlock hummed as his eyes wondered around the room to deduce anything. John walked towards the prime minister, letting Sherlock do his thing. "How did it started?" He looked up at the doctor, "My butler was giving me my mail in the morning like usually, I saw an unusual mail written what seem like female handwriting. Everything was written was a threat if I didn't give them what they wanted." Both men cocked their head in which Sherlock asked, "What did they want?" The man spoke in a wobbly voice, "Sherlock Holmes."

John looked at Sherlock with worry and fear written all over his face as the detective eyes narrowed at the minister.

Both the doctor and junkie walked after the short decision. "Sherlock!" John called out, then covered his mouth remembering this was a masquerade ball and no one was suppose to know who you are. Sherlock walked back to John, "John I can read your worries but I know you got my back so no need to worry. I'll leave you so I can study the room and guest's." John nodded; Sherlock pat his shoulder and left.

John sighed, "Guess the bar is my friend tonight."

"One Dark 'n' Stormy," John ordered, looked around the room until he's drink came. His dark blues eyes caught a gorgeous lady in a golden gown sitting next to him, she notice him staring and giggled. John face was red before turning his head sideways to avoid staring then asked, "Can I offer you a drink?" "Thank you," She beamed at him, as he asked the bartender for another glass of the same drink.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" She asked, grabbing her drink and turning to face the crowd. "Yea it is," The doctor replied, drinking his cocktail. "Am Molly by the way," She told him, with a nervous smile. "John," Replied the man, not saying his last name for sake of him being exposed to public.

She rose up which caught John's attention, "What would you say if you and me go somewhere else? Away from the loud crowd." John was flattered but also unsure about the offer; either he reject the offer and wait for something unusual to happened or go with this gorgeous lady in front of him.

God Sherlock is going to kill me but I got nothing better to do. Who knows how long I got to wait for something to happen. John weight the option until giving in, accepting the offer.

Once away from the crowd, both took off their mask and smile stupidly at each other. "Wow, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," John uttered, slightly dropping his mouth on how cute she looked with her golden gown that matches her dark brown eyes.

She sat down on the queen size bed and beamed at him, "Come, sit with me John." He nodded and settle down next to her; nervous to the core he was unsure what to do. "John, it's okay. Am a bit shy too," Molly admitted, putting her hands on top of John's. He took the opportunity to wrapped his finger around her, in which she gladly accepted.

God, it's been a long time since I tried to hit on someone, am not sure if am doing it right anymore. John told himself, quite anxious he'll mess up.

Molly leaning her head on John's shoulder to rest her tired eyes. "Tired already?" John asked, enjoy the warmth of another person. "A bit. The crowd and the music drains me, though I gotten use to it. Socializing isn't my thing." John can relate a bit, at times he would hanging around his friends or get drunk with completely stranger's but most of the time, he'll like piece and quiet but he hardly gets at home.

Molly turned her body and push John chest to lay on the bed. John elevate himself with his elbow pressing on the mattress. Both loss site in each other eyes as if they were looking for something... wanting something. Forgetting their surrounding and what they came here for, both lean closer to brushing their lips and got loss under their touch that night.

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There was a sudden shriek in the crowd that could be heard from room to room. John woke up, hearing the loud cry, his head pounded. "How long have I been pass out?" He asked himself out loud, looking around the room for his phone.

It was 2 in the morning, he could tell the party was still going on by the loud thumping and screaming. He looked over at Molly who lay there peacefully through the loud noises, he smiled remembering the bliss moments a few hours ago.

He put his clothes on including his mask and sneak over to Molly to give her a kiss goodbye on her forehead. He left his number on the nightstand next to her and fled outside to find Sherlock.

"John! There you are! Where in the world have you been these pass hours?!" Sherlock scolded him; John gulped, he completely forgot about the case and the prime minister. "Dear god..." Sherlock said dramatically, putting one hand on his hip and the another on his head. "Listen Sherlock, am sorry!" "He's dead, John! Am not blaming only you, Lestrade crew were a mess as well."

Sherlock rubbed his head in frustrated, he sudden felt nausea and dizzy. John noticed and ask if he was okay. "Do I look okay, doctor?!" He barked at John, then fell to the floor getting everyone attention. John ran to his side as the good friend and doctor he is. "Sherlock? Sherlock! Jesus christ! We need ambulance!" John ordered, worry for his friend. Two lady's came up and one of them said, "We got it." That voice rang in John's ear.

Molly?

Before John could stop her, they were gone with Sherlock. Who was that woman? John thought, now remembering he had to check if she was awake. She should be. He told himself as he walked to the room but she was gone. "God, could that be her? Did I- it can't be or could it?"

The End

Hope you enjoy! I won't be posting much since am going on a trip, safety include, so I won't be posting for four days! Am going to miss my readers, love y'all! See you soon!