#*angelo's*

[toyboy-molloy]

*the lab*

Molly: *working*

Sherlock & John: *enter*

Molly: *writing notes* Hi. I suppose you're here for Mrs. Green's results?

Sherlock: When you have time *sets a cup of coffee next to her*

Molly: *smiles* Aww, thank you. I didn't even ask *kisses his cheek* what would I do without you?

Sherlock: Hmmm, have a functioning social life?

Molly: *chuckles* Yeah, right *leaves*

John: ...

John: What was that?

Sherlock: *sitting at his microscope* Hmm?

John: You brought Molly coffee...

Sherlock: Yes.

John: *frowns* You never bring anyone coffee...

Sherlock: *working* Correct.

John: *confused* Why?

Sherlock: Because she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

John: That's it?

Sherlock: Mmm. A surprisingly good motivator.

John: Why don't you just...ask her out?

Sherlock: *working* Why on Earth would I do that?

John: *sighs* Because, Sherlock, you wouldn't just get a kiss on the cheek.

Sherlock: ...

Molly: *enters; reading* Here it is, just as you thought. Traces of sleeping pills in her system *hands over the report* I suppose that means it was the son?

Sherlock: *texting* Mmm, inheritence scheme and not a very good one. Thank you, Molly.

Molly: *smiles* No problem.

Sherlock: *puts his phone away* Free for lunch?

Molly: *raises an eyebrow* 'Lunch' lunch or 'vending machine crisps' lunch?

Sherlock: 'Lunch' lunch. My treat at Angelo's. I have something to tell you.

Molly: *nods* Okay I'll get my coat *hurries off*

John: *smirking*

Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat; rolls his eyes* Shut up *follows her*

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*221B*

Sherlock: *working*

Molly: *enters; carrying shopping* Hey *kisses his forehead* did you manage to get anywhere with the case?

Sherlock: *nods* It was the brother.

Molly: *grins* Knew it *glances at him* I bumped into Tom earlier.

Sherlock: *pauses* And?

Molly: *shrugs* We had lunch, caught up for a little bit *hesitates* he...wanted to get back together.

Sherlock: *frowns* What did you say?

Molly: *smiles* I told him I'll be an engaged woman if that ring ever leaves the sock drawer.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *blinks* I found it.

Molly: *steps closer; nodding* So, dinner tonight was... *sits in his lap*

Sherlock: *sighs* You couldn't wait?

Molly: *pouts* I've been waiting for three months. I thought I'd make it easier for you. This way, you don't have to do it in public and we can just celebrate.

Sherlock: *smiles* I love you.

Molly: *kisses him* I love you, too.

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*Bart's*

Sherlock: *working*

Molly: *working*

Greg: *smiling* Thanks for your help, Molly. I'm sorry you had to come in on your day off.

Molly: *waves a hand* Oh, don't mention it. I'm just pleased another murderer is off the streets.

Greg: *awkward* Yeah *clears his throat* Did you fancy a drink after work to celebrate?

Molly: ...

Sherlock: *sighs* She's not going to go out with you, Grant.

Greg: *quickly* It's just a drink. I didn't mean-

Molly: *frowns* No. That sounds lovely.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* You don't have to. Just because you feel sorry for him-

Molly: *annoyed* Why don't you mind your own business?

Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine. Have it your way *removes his phone* Where and when are you meeting?

Molly & Greg: *confused* What?

Sherlock: You need a chaperone. Someone needs to make sure he keeps his hands to himself.

Greg: *blushes* For God's sake...

Molly: *through gritted teeth* Can I talk to you outside?

Sherlock: *sighs* If you must but I think I've made myself clear *follows her outside*

Greg: ...

Greg: ...

-a few minutes later-

Sherlock: *shuffles into the lab; rubbing his arm, pouting* Molly has informed me it's uneccessary for me to join you *pauses* but you're still to keep your hands to yourself.

Greg: *smirks* Didn't take you for the 'whipped' sort.

Sherlock: *blushes* Shut up.

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*Bart's lab*

Sherlock: *working*

Molly: *enters*

Sherlock: *looks up; smiles* Morning, Molly. I suppose you're here for Mrs. Newman's results *flipping through reports* I think you'll be interested in-

Molly: *awkward* No, I was...I solved that case.

Sherlock: Oh. Well, what can I do for you?

Molly: *takes a deep breath* I missed you.

Sherlock: ...

Molly: I need your company.

Sherlock: *blushes* Oh, well, I'm- err, free for a coffee break, if you wanted.

Molly: I was thinking dinner.

Sherlock: *checks his watch* I only have half an hour.

Molly: *smiles* After your shift.

Sherlock: *swallows* Oh. Yeah, that- that sounds good.

Molly: *kisses his cheek* Tonight, then *leaves*

Sherlock: *melts*

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Sherlock: *lying on the sofa, in his mind palace*

Mary: *sighs*

Sherlock: ...

Mary: The posh boy loves the pathologist.

Sherlock: ...

Mary: Aren't you listening to me?

Sherlock: Nope.

Mary: You can't ignore it.

Sherlock: *still in his mind palace* Yes, I can. See? This is me. Ignoring it.

Mary: The silver fox has been barking up that tree for years.

Mary: Meat Dagger's keeping an open mind.

Mary: And then there's the consulting criminal-

Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* He's dead.

Mary: *scoffs* So am I. Doesn't stop me getting in your head.

Sherlock: *sighs; sits up* Fine. What do I do?

Mary: *shrugs* Not sure. But you might want to hurry up. Silver fox is taking hot doctor death to dinner.

Sherlock: *stands up* What? Why didn't you tell me?

Mary: *gestures* Coke-brain, remember?

Sherlock: *huffs; runs out the door*

Mary: COAT!

Sherlock: *runs back and grabs his coat; leaves*

Mary: KEYS!

Sherlock: *hurries in and takes his keys; annoyed* Anything else?

Mary: Yeah, don't forget to snog her.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* See you later, Mary *leaves the flat*

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*221B*

Sherlock: *stroking dog!Toby* ...and she has the nicest brown hair. Shiny and soft. I can tell. Did I mention she's a pathologist? I don't think she could be more perfect.

Toby: *staring at him, wagging his tail*

Sherlock: *sighs* She and Meat Dagger are 'making it work'. That's one wedding I don't think I can attend.

Toby: *whines; rests his head in his lap*

Sherlock: *smiles* Don't worry about me, boy. I'll be fine. Might take up knitting.

Molly: *enters; carrying a cooler* Hi. Mind if I...? *gestures at the fridge*

Sherlock: *sits up abruptly* Go ahead *hesitates* how's Tom?

Molly: *rummaging in the fridge* Fine. I met his daughter. Almost two now. His wife's expecting a son now.

Sherlock: *glances at Toby*

Toby: *nudges his hand*

Sherlock: *stands* Yes...so, um... *approaches her; clears his throat* would you like to have dinner?

Molly: *looks up; smirks* What happened to 'don't worry about me. I'll be fine'?

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *shrugs* Well, I will be, won't I?

Molly: *hugs him* More than fine, I think.

Sherlock: *smiling* Yup.

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*221B*

Client: *wringing his hands* Look, mate, I'm not asking for much. I just...want to find her.

Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* She knew of your affair?

Client: *guilty* That's what we was arguing-

Molly: *bursts in* Right, mister, I've had it!

Sherlock: *blinks; chuckles nervously* Molly, I'm-

Molly: *points* I don't care. I-I'm not some case work you can just *pauses* do.

Client: *raises his eyebrows*

Molly: *swallows* I barely get to see you a-and when I do, it's for experiments or casework.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *nods* You're right.

Molly: *stunned* I am?

Sherlock: Yes. I've been neglecting you. We need to spend more time together.

Molly: *smiles* I'd like that.

Sherlock: *removes his phone* I'll text Angelo. He'll have the finest wine on ice, a private table ready for tonight.

Molly: *kisses his cheek* Can't wait *smiles awkwardly at the client* sorry for interrupting. Err, good luck with... *gestures; leaves*

Sherlock: *puts his phone away* I'm going to marry her.

Client: *nods slowly* Good for you.