Their footsteps on the carpet creaked, and Sherlock's ears perked up at the sound. Molly glanced at Bill and motioned toward the small, furry creature in the corner of the room. "Molly, you know this is stupid, right? We're going to get caught and thrown in jail," Bill grumbled, wincing at the thought of handcuffs. Molly smiled. "Don't be such a baby. It's just a birthday party, Bill. No one will get hurt," She said, eyes glinting with mischief. "What about the kids?" He insisted. "What if they're in the other room right now?" "Oh, don't worry. They're safe. Trust me, I checked," She replied confidently. "Besides, who cares about kids, really? Look at us. All grown up, and it's time we had some fun." Bill hesitated, looking back at the locked door. "But, we're thieves! Not criminals," He muttered, hand reaching for the doorknob. Molly smirked. "Criminals are our best disguise. Now, come on already. You're not getting any younger, Bill," She tease "Thank you for sharing your writing. Thankful for what do not include what do not include it.