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She'd come in as normal, smelling the scent as normal. She set the kettle going for a cup of tea and wandered into the
spare bedroom to see what additions Sherlock had made in her absence.
It was a shock therefore to find him lying on his back on the bed hands steepled under his chin. He was wearing dress
trousers and shirt with his dressing gown over the top but no shoes and socks, they were tucked underneath the side of
the bed.
He opened one eye as she entered and said, 'tea for me too please Molly.'
'Oh...sorry, I didn't know you were still here.' She almost fell backwards out of the room pulling the door too behind her.
She had her hand over her heart as she walked back to the kitchen, trying to get her breathing back under control. The
image of him lying in her bed, albeit her spare bed, was burnt into her memory and she was worried she might start to
develop a foot fetish now she'd seen his naked feet.
Contrary to public opinion she might have helped Sherlock to fake his own death but he hadn't come back to her flat after
and she hadn't seen him looking anything less than immaculately dressed. Seeing him so casual, at least casual for
him, was surprising as well as slightly arousing.
As she poured out the tea, using her best mugs, she heard him padding his way into the front room.
OhGodOhGodOhGod keep it together Hooper.
She made her way back out of the kitchen, hoping she wouldn't spill the drinks everywhere. She managed to put the tea
down in front of him, where he was sat on the settee, and then curled up in her normal chair holding her cup, 'so how's
the case coming along?'
'It's not,' he said irritably as he leant forwards, elbows on his knees as he used his hands to ruffle his hair in frustration.
Molly's mouth was suddenly dry, God he was sexy and she didn't think he had any clue that he was.
'I'm up against a monster, Molly, this man uses blackmail to manipulate people. He has data on some of the most
influential people in the country and I need to know where he's holding it. I've gained as much information as I can about
his businesses and narrowed it down to his central London office and his home both of which are impenetrable.'
He paused for breath and Molly marvelled at how fast he could speak. 'Well, there must be some way in? Is there anyone
he works with who could help you gain access? A security guard you could bribe?'
He sighed, shaking his head, 'he picks his closest staff very well, pays for loyalty. I haven't yet found a way in.'
'What about your brother, can he help?'
Sherlock scrunched up his nose in disgust, 'No'.
Molly knew that reaction well enough to leave it alone.
'There must be some avenue you haven't explored...'
Sherlock shifted awkwardly in his seat, 'well there is one but I'm not sure I'm entirely comfortable pursuing it.'
Molly leant forward, 'well, what is it?'
'Magnusson's PA...she was the bridesmaid at John and Mary's wedding. She made it obvious she was attracted to me at
the wedding, I thought about asking her out.'
Molly's stomach seemed to plummet. 'Oh', was all she could manage at first.
She rallied a bit before continuing, 'well, if you like her maybe you should.'
Sherlock looked at her as though she had gone mad. 'Of course, I don't LIKE her. Don't be ridiculous Molly. I meant ask
her out so I could use her to gain access to the office.'
'Sherlock, that's awful, you can't do that. I mean do you even know how to date a woman, I always thought you were gay.'
As she said the last line she threw her hand over her mouth. Yes, she'd always wondered but she had never meant to
ask.
'No Molly, for your information I am not gay but neither am I attracted to Janine. As for knowing what to do I'm sure I know
enough about relationships to fake it, I've unfortunately had to observe John going through enough of them.'
Molly wasn't sure how to respond. She wanted Sherlock to successfully solve his case, she knew how frustrated he
could get when he was stymied. On the other hand the thought of him being with someone else, even if he was faking it,
made her feel sick. It also seemed very morally wrong.
'How far would you need to go with her?'
'I'm not going to have sex with her, if that's what you mean Molly. I'm sure it can all be successfully resolved without
having to go to those lengths,' he smirked at her discomfort.
'Well then, maybe you should ask her out...if there's no other way.'
Sherlock nodded, put his cup down and made his way back to the bedroom. He emerged fully dressed a few minutes
later, 'thank you again for your hospitality. Good night Molly.'
She smiled at him, 'good night Sherlock and good luck.'
'Luck rarely has anything to do with it Molly but thank you.'
As he closed the door she let her head fall back onto the chair so she was staring at the ceiling, 'oh God, what have I just
advised him to do...' She closed her eyes and tried not to think about how she would feel if this fake relationship were to
turn into a real one.
As ever let me know what you think of this new scenario. We always make our Molly suffer before she gets her
man, don't we, but it should be worth it in the end.
Another hour later Sherlock had been making out with Janine for nearly half an hour and he was starting to get
desperate. She'd finally succeeded in undoing his shirt against Sherlock's better judgement and he was busy trying to
protect his trousers. Janine meanwhile was still fully dressed.
It was as she was kissing his neck he surreptitiously removed his phone with one hand and texted Molly quickly behind
Janine's back.
Ring me
Then he put the phone down quietly on the coffee table. He started to escalate things with Janine safe in the knowledge
that he would be rescued soon.
When Molly hadn't rung within two minutes he was starting to panic a little but then with relief he heard his ring tone.
'Sorry, must get that.' He said as he tried not to push Janine off too quickly. He stood whilst answering, 'Lestrade.'
Molly caught on fast, giggling slightly, 'possible murder Sherlock, definitely an eight.'
'Who and where?'
'Mid thirties woman about to die in her flat from boredom.'
'I'll be there in ten minutes.'
Sherlock hung up and turned to Janine, 'I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to go, there's been a murder and as ever Scotland
Yard are too incompetent to deal with it themselves. This is probably going to take most of the night so let me call you a
cab.'
'No, it's OK Sherly I'll keep your bed warm for you for when you get back,' said Janine as she came over to give him a final
kiss before she swatted his backside, 'go solve your crime and there'll be a reward waiting for you.'
Sherlock grabbed his coat and phone before buttoning up his shirt as he left.
MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH
Molly was giggling to herself at the conversation she had just had with Sherlock. She had assumed he would shuffle
Janine out of the flat on the excuse that he had a case, therefore giving him his flat back, so she was surprised when
she heard his key in the lock soon after.
'Sherlock, is that you. What brings you round here?' She called.
He entered the room removing his coat and jacket and throwing them onto one of the dining chairs.
'Who else did you expect it to be, or do lots of people have keys to your flat?' Molly just blushed in response before he
continued, 'Janine has decided to stay and warm my bed for me,' he rolled his eyes whilst he toed off his shoes and
socks.
Oh yes Molly thought I'm definitely going to get a foot fetish
He threw himself down on the settee, closing his eyes and sighing in contentment. Molly had been drinking a glass of
wine whilst reading. The lighting was subdued apart from the lamp behind her chair and there was a classical recording
playing gently in the background. Sherlock felt as if he had landed into a sea of tranquillity.
'Would you like a drink or anything to eat?' Molly asked, 'and I should warn you... I've had a couple of glasses of wine
myself so you may not be any safer here.'
Sherlock smirked at her joke, 'just tea if you don't mind...and Molly...' She stopped in the doorway and looked round,
'thank you.'
'You're welcome, anytime'.
By the time she returned he was deep in thought. She put the cup of tea on the table and returned to her reading.
An hour later she was ready to go to bed. She touched his shoulder lightly not wanting to disturb him too much.
'I'm off to bed now Sherlock. You're more than welcome to stay either here or in the spare room. Good night.'
He could still feel the pressure of her hand on his shoulder as she walked away and he had a sudden urge to go after
her and curl up asleep in her room with her.
He frowned wondering where that had come from. He knew this wasn't an urge he could act on, not without prior thought.
Molly was...what was Molly? He hesitated over the word friend. Once she hadn't even been that, she had been an
acquaintance, then a work colleague.
But she had long been a friend, since well before the fall, so why did that word seem wrong, not substantial enough. It
didn't seem to encompass all the things he felt about Molly.
Again he frowned, he hadn't expected that, he had feelings for Molly? But what kind of feelings? He'd never felt attraction
towards Molly...had he? A slideshow of images came to mind, Molly smiling at him, her hand on his arm, the smell of her
as he sat close to her looking at a Petri dish together, the curve of her neck as she leant over a corpse, her hair and the
amount of times he'd wanted to pull the band out and let it hang loose around her shoulders. Maybe, maybe but he
needed to be sure. Sanctuary was not attraction and he didn't want to do anything which might damage his relationship
with Molly, she was too important.
Oh I do like it when Sherlock starts to realise that he 'feels' for Molly. They are, and in my opinion, always will be
perfect for each other. She's the yin to his yang, the warmth to his coldness, the emotion to his logic.
As always please review, review, review.
'I'm not good at this Molly, but, I've come to the decision that I...we...we should be together.'
Molly sat in shock, of all the things she expected him to say, this was not one of them. He continued, 'this isn't sudden,
I've been thinking about it for a while. And then tonight, I was with Janine and all I could think was that it was you I wanted
to be with, you that I wanted to kiss. May I kiss you Molly Hooper?'
Molly felt dizzy, 'oh...I...yes, yes you can.'
He leant towards her slowly cupping her face with one of his hands. She closed her eyes leaning into his hand slightly,
relishing the feel of his skin against hers. When she opened her eyes again his face was right in front of her, he was all
she could see. His eyes flicked down to her lips and she licked them in anticipation.
She could feel her heart beating in her chest, pounding away. As his lips touched hers she closed her eyes again and
lost herself in the kiss.
At first it was just the press of lips against lips but gradually he tilted her head deepening the kiss. She opened her
mouth to him, again feeling dizzy and almost disbelieving that this was real. That she was really kissing Sherlock and he
was kissing her.
She tentatively raised her hands to touch him. One hand feeling the curve of his cheekbone and jawline the other twisting
into those soft curls. The two textures, the soft curls and the sharp, angular features made heat flood down her body. She
groaned and clutched him closer to her, desire flooding through her.
She felt him react pulling her closer, one arm tight around her waist, the other still holding her face.
Eventually they broke apart both breathing hard, 'oh God, Sherlock, that was...that was...'
'Mmmmmm', was his only response before he pulled her back for another kiss.
Molly thought she could spend the rest of her life just kissing Sherlock Holmes. He was even more intoxicating in reality
than he was in her dreams.
Before she knew what was happening he was on the couch with her, his body covering hers as she lay under him. She
could feel him hard against her thigh and she squirmed against him. He broke off again, his forehead resting against
hers. 'I'm...I'm not ready for more...not yet. I..I hope that's...'
Before he could finish Molly had put one finger on his lips, 'it's fine, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere...there's no rush.'
Then she drew him back down for another kiss.
SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH
He ended up spending the night albeit chastely in Molly's bed. It was a completely different experience to the one he had
with Janine. On this occasion he wanted to be there.
Molly had tentatively asked whether he was still faking a relationship with Janine and he hadn't liked the answer he'd had
to give her.
He assured her it wouldn't be for very much longer. He was hoping to access the office by using a proposal. He just had
one more element of his plan to sort out first.
Again, he didn't mention the details to Molly because he didn't think she would approve.
He needed to be seen in and around some drug dens in order for Magnusson to think that drugs were his weak spot.
The only trouble was they still were.
Dun, dun, duuuun. OK not much of a cliff hanger but hey it's not that kind of story. Thank you for reading and giving
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story is also being written as we speak but I'll start posting it mid-December.
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was but a small part of her was afraid that if she pushed him on it he'd back off. It still hurt that he was officially going out
with Janine, although John hadn't mentioned anything so she wasn't sure how in the public knowledge it was.
She made her way through to the shower eager for once to get rid of the smell of Sherlock from her skin. What on earth
was he up to now, he'd looked like a homeless person?
MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH
A few days later she got the answer to that question when John dragged him into the lab for a drug test.
Molly was shocked and hurt, she had had no idea that he was using again. She knew his history, of course, three stints
in rehab funded by Mycroft until he'd finally emerged clean. She'd witnessed him on drugs a couple of times and it hadn't
been a pleasant experience. Lestrade had nearly arrested him the last time and that threat still rang true if Greg ever
found him using again.
It was for that reason John had brought him to Molly so they could run the tests in private.
He explained he hadn't used and that it was for a case but she knew the risks he was running even being near drugs
and it was fear that made her slap him repeatedly.
She saw his anger flash and heard his cruel retort about her failed engagement and all she wanted to do was apologise
and kiss him and ask him just what the hell he thought he was doing but she couldn't. John, Mary and some other tramp
were in the room and she knew that whatever 'they' were it was a secret. So she turned away from him before she said
or did anything she would regret.
MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH
Just over 24 hours later at three or four o'clock in the morning her phone rang repeatedly waking her up. She blearily
answered.
'Molly, John...its Sherlock, he's been shot.'
Molly had never woken up so fast in her life. She was already out of bed and searching for clothes as she asked the
question she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer to, 'is he...did he...'
'He's alive, just. We're at Bart's, he's in surgery. It's bad Molly, you should get down here.'
'OK, th..thanks for letting me know. I'm on my way.'
She threw the phone on the bed and dressed as fast as she could. Ten minutes later she was in a cab on her way. She
suddenly started to shake and couldn't stop. She squeezed her eyes shut, hugging herself.
'Are you alright Miss?' Called the cabbie and she realised she'd been repeating 'please don't die, please don't die...' Over
and over again to herself.
'Just...my friend...he's been...badly injured...I'm scared.'
The cabbie was silent for a minute, 'well, he's lucky to have a friend like you who cares about him so much. I hope he
pulls through.' He even kindly knocked some money off the bill when they got there.
Molly made her way through the familiar corridors. Normally being in Bart's was a good, happy place for her, her comfort
zone, but right now it suddenly seemed like what it was, a place people came to when they were ill, a place they came to
to die. She was desperately trying to hold it together.
When she finally found John he enveloped her in a big hug. Mycroft was already there and his PA had brought coffees for
them all. Molly took hers gratefully and sat down asking John if there had been any news.
'No, not yet, he's been in about an hour. We almost lost him in the ambulance. God, Molly it was all such a mess.'
'Tell me everything.'
And so he did. He told her about Janine, the proposal, finding the unconscious bodies in the office and then finding
Sherlock shot and unconscious. 'I have no idea who did it. Sherlock was facing them so must have known but me...I saw
nothing. I never see anything.' He hit his hands on his knees in frustration.
Molly leant over and covered one of his hands with hers, 'hey, you did what was important. You saved his life.'
John just looked despairingly at her, 'I hope I did, Molly. I hope I did.'
It was another hour before the surgeon came in to confirm that Sherlock was indeed alive and should pull through. Molly
had to sit by and let Mycroft and then John go in to see him. Once again the secretiveness of her relationship with
Sherlock working against her.
When John came out he looked a bit happier, 'he came round momentarily. Would you believe, his first word...Mary! He
must be worried about the baby. I mentioned you were here Molly, he said you could go in for a bit if you want.'
Molly nodded and made her way into Sherlock's room. As she went in he turned his head and gave her a small smile.
She leant over kissing him lightly on the lips, holding his face between her small hands. 'God, Sherlock, I was so worried
about you.'
As she flicked her eyes across him she took in the bandaging to his chest the morphine drip attached to his arm. His
eyes were unfocused, tired.
He tried to speak but she shushed him, 'no, just rest. It's OK, I'll still be here when you wake up.'
Again he tried to speak, his voice a mere whisper. She leant in close, 'you...you saved me Molly...I'm so sorry...for Janine,
for everything...I...love you.'
Tears sprang into Molly's eyes, 'I...I love you too Sherlock, now rest.' As he closed his eyes she kissed the back of his
hand and watched over him.
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