pennywaltzy: Jam Session (10/12) - NEW CHAPTER Some good news in all of this in this chapter! This l

pennywaltzy:Jam Session (10/12) - NEW CHAPTERSome good news in all of this in this chapter! This lovely fic that was originally written for @chitarra10 and @justatrashpanda.Jam Session - Molly Hooper is known for making some of the best baked goods in all of England, and no one knows what her secret is. Her most popular dish is her Jam Tartlets, and it’s a recipe she shares with absolutely no one, not even those who work in her shop. When a new resident arrives in the village, an apiarist named Sherlock Holmes, they begin an exchange: some of her special jams in exchange for his honey. But what starts as a simple trade of sweet foodstuffs becomes so much more when Molly’s shop is broken into and ransacked by someone looking for the secret recipe.READ CHAPTER 1 | READ CHAPTER 10 | HELP ME SURVIVE? | COMMISSION ME? | BUY ME A KOFI?After an enjoyable evening spent doing nothing more than cuddling and snogging with Sherlock, she got to the shop and waited to be told officially about the suits. Sherlock had come in with her and when she was served, he read over the papers with her, Mary and Sally, and then quickly kissed Molly and said he’d be in London for a few days but he would keep his phone on if she needed it. Mary had said she could stay with her if she wanted to feel safer but Molly told her the same thing she had told Sherlock: she was not about to allow the bastard to run her out of her home and business. They would do whatever they could do to stay open and fill orders.It was hard when the news of the suits became public, but the women referred the requests for comment to Andrea’s firm and continued to work. Thankfully the orders remained somewhat steady, and at the very least her fellow villagers were supportive.It was nearly a week later when Sherlock came back, a wide smile on his face. Sally volunteered to cover the front and Mary to make the next batch of goods while Sherlock went to share whatever it was that had made him so happy with Molly at her home. They settled in her sitting room with tea and Sherlock almost seemed to be bouncing in his seat. “Alright, Sherlock,” Molly said as soon as the tea was poured. “Tell me why you look like a cat who got into the cream.”“We have leverage,” he said. “On at least the biggest of the suits, the one where you were accused of stealing the recipes. Apparently, some people inside Moriarty’s organization can feel guilty.”Molly’s eyes widened. “What happened?”“The woman who claimed she had created the recipes recanted everything,” Sherlock said. “She gave Andrea a full statement, and then she spilled on enough other things that Andrea took the information down and is going to give it to Scotland Yard. I have contacts there who would love to be able to take James Moriarty down. But I thought we could go about it in a way to ensure he never troubles you again.”“How?” Molly asked. She had expected a bit of dirt to turn up because she knew Moriarty was an unscrupulous businessman, but still. This was far more than she had ever expected, and far better news than she could have hoped for.“A meeting, with the lawyers present. We let Moriarty think we’re going to come to an agreement about matters, and then give him the news that the evidence has been delivered to have him brought up on criminal charges. He can be arrested during the meeting; I know Lestrade, personally, would be more than willing to go along with this plan if it means cleaning up London a bit.”“Lestrade is a friend of yours?” Molly asked.Sherlock nodded. “Gregory Lestrade is a detective inspector in Scotland Yard. He’s been trying to get a hold of evidence against him for years, and Andrea had said she would talk to him and broach the idea. I hope to hear from him this afternoon if he’s willing to help us secure our end to the legal threats.”“Oh, Sherlock, thank you,” she said, abandoning her tea and launching herself at him, kissing him enthusiastically as he pulled her onto his lap. When she was done kissing him, she smiled down at him. “I owe you, I do. More than I think I can give you with jam and Tartlets.”“Then say that you’ll date me exclusively, and that will be a start,” he said, running a hand up and down her back.“Yes! Yes, absolutely, of course,” she said, moving her hands to frame his face and pepper him with kisses. If this worked, if his friend in Scotland Yard agreed, she wouldn’t have to worry about Jim Moriarty giving her problems ever again. No matter what else, Sherlock had given her a priceless gift. And she would make sure she repaid him well. -- source link

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