Molly Hooper sat in the morgue at her desk, filling out forms and reports and other various paperwork bits nobody actually cared about. She wasn't really focused on any of it. Her head was filled with little insults and remarks she'd like to make to one certain consulting detective. Just the day before he'd gotten annoyed when she didn't give him what he wanted (which happened to be a bag of severed toes, goodness knows what he wanted those for). He'd had a little tantrum and gone on to deduce precisely where she'd been last night, the name of the nice guy she'd met there, and exactly how she didn't have a chance with him because he was already cheating on three women, one of which being his wife. She'd been reduced to tears and had thrown the bag of digits at him in her 'fury', which really didn't amount to much other than wishing he'd drop dead for some inexplicable reason.
Why? she thought to herself. Why do I continually fall for him when all he does is insult me and make me look like a fool? She threw down the pen she'd been holding. You know what, Molly? You're not going to fall again. You're too good for his slander. Never again will Sherlock Holmes get the better of me. Ha! Let's see him try for those toes again. He'll see I'm not that easy to win over.
And, speak of the devil, her doors burst open, and the man in the long dark coat strode in. He went to her desk and sighed.
"John has informed me that the way I treated you yesterday was inappropriate," he said, although his face was as blank as ever. "I apologize."
Molly was taken aback. Sherlock? Apologizing? Sure, John had probably made him do it, but still… maybe he had that little spark of decency left in him.
"I…er…accept your apology," she stuttered. "Saved me the trouble of finding out myself."
She was about to ask him not to do anything like that again when Sherlock said, "Good. John took my experiment hostage and won't give it back until I apologized." With that, he swept out the door, leaving Molly to sit back in her chair.
Somewhere inside of her, a little voice was screaming, Don't do it! Stay strong! He didn't mean it! He doesn't care about you at all!
But Molly just blushed and sighed. Mamma mia, she thought dreamily. Here I go again.