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Molly tried her best to calm her rapidly beating heart. She was currently crouching behind a wall, her back flat against it as she struggled to catch her breath.

In the distance she could hear her pursuer's footsteps and that forced her to act. She broke into a dead run towards her lab.

Please don't follow me, was all she could think.

Honestly how did she end up in this situation?

Ah! Yes. The answer was not a simple one. Rather it was a chain of irritating events that had led her to this horrible fate.

First of all, her alarm had failed to wake her up, yet again. She was definitely going to throw that stupid thing out of the window. She had had to hurriedly make herself a cup of coffee as she threw some clothes on. Then, Toby, that lazy cat, had to be all active that morning caused to her trip and the pour her coffee on the carpet. Being the cheerful person that she was, she had thought 'It's okay, I'll just drink some orange juice.' But of course, guess what was there when she opened her fridge? Nothing. Bloody nothing. Not even milk.

That was the end of the last few scrapes of cheerfulness in her. She had yelled a few choice curse words (which she was sure her landlord must have heard) and just stormed out of her flat and almost fell down the stairs in her rush.

She had been running so late that she couldn't even stop on the way to buy a sandwich or coffee.

Molly should have immediately gone to the canteen and brought something. Alas, Greg was waiting for her with a case and the body needed to be autopsied that very instant. She had to delve into the special reserve of patience which she kept handy in case she met a bored and annoyed Sherlock Holmes, to stop from being rude to Greg.

By the time she was finished her stomach was growling like a caged monster. And shushing it hadn't worked so far. She knew that she had to face the inevitable.

Going to the canteen at regular hours.

Sighing she had washed her hands and had tried to be positive.

However all positive thoughts went down the drain as soon as she saw Emma head her way with an all too bright fake smile.

You see this was what Molly had been trying to avoid. Going to the canteen at regular hours would definitely mean she would run into Emma.

Despite knowing that it was juvenile, she had grabbed her muffin and retreated as fast as she could from the canteen. But to her horror, she saw Emma give a chase and that was why she was now currently running to the lab.

As soon as she was at the door, she looked behind to see if she was still being followed.

Damn!

She could still hear her heels click against the linoleum floor.

Molly ducked into the lab and groaned at the sight before her.

What did she do to deserve this?

The great consulting detective was there at his favorite microscope prodding one slide or another.

A quick glance behind showed that her pursuer was steps away from the lab door and she decided that she couldn't think about him now. Without wasting a moment she ducked behind one of the desks.

Shouldn't I warn him? She thought as she crouched under the desk, trying her best to stay out of sight.

You keep forgetting! Sherlock's not normal. He probably didn't even notice you get in and hide under a desk like a five year old.

Hmm….That gave her some comfort. He hadn't even lifted his head when she had entered, absorbed in his work. Also the chances of Emma asking Sherlock about her whereabouts were slim to none. Everybody in this hospital was scared of him, she wouldn't dare.

Her line of thoughts were broken when she heard the door open. The click of Emma's heel filled the roam and Molly's heart was in her throat. For a moment there was no noise, she assumed Emma was looking around. And then to her relief she heard her head to towards the door.

"If you are looking for Molly she is hiding behind the desk."

Oh! My God. She was going to murder him. Murder him in such a way that not even he would be able to trace the murder back to her.

But now that the cat was out of the bag or rather Molly was out of her hiding place she decided to just suck it up.

"Oh! Hey, Emma" she said with a fake cheerful smile as she emerged from behind the desk with a pen in her hand which she had snatched out of her pocket.

"Sherlock's just joking, my pen just fell down" she said, lamely.

"Actually" the insufferable git opened his mouth, but Molly shut him down with a glare that would freeze hell.

Emma looked between them for a moment and then shrugged.

"Molly! Why haven't you been answering your phone or replying to my emails" she complained.

I'm avoiding you, duh! She wanted to tell but then sadly she wasn't rude.

"I've been quite busy actually." Sherlock snorted at that.

His death would be painful.

"Well I'm glad I caught up with you. You must obviously know that I'm getting married. I wanted to personally invite you to the wedding."

There it was. The invitation she had been dreading and avoiding like the plague. And it was personal too. Emma was making sure that she would have to attend the wedding. Why couldn't Molly be a bad person?

Her shoulders hunched in defeat, just as Emma grinned like a Cheshire cat in victory.

"I'll be there."

"Wonderful." After chattering something about how excited she was, she took her leave. Not before saying, " Now excuse me, I have a meeting with my fiancé" and made a show of looking at her engagement ring before leaving the room.

"What is wrong with you?" Molly yelled the moment, Emma was out of earshot.

The consulting looked around and asked in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course I'm bloody talking to you. Why did you tell her I was behind the desk?"

"I deduced that she was looking for you" he said simply, before returning to his slide.

"And you decided that it was the perfect moment to start being nice and helpful?" she was fuming now.

"Honestly, Molly. I know that being at weddings makes you sad as it reminds you that you are not attached to a moron for life, blissfully happy with a bunch of kids, but still you attend them anyway. Why are you so worked up?"

"She's marrying Tom" she said quietly.

Molly had heard from John about Sherlock's buffering face, but despite the tense situation it was quite funny to actually watch him. He was blinking rapidly, but it looked like he was fluttering his lashes at her.

After about a six minutes he looked normal again.

"Oh!" That was all he said.

"'Oh!'? Is that all you have to say for putting me in this situation? I had been successfully avoiding Emma for weeks. She wanted to rub it on my face so bad that she has Tom. Once, she was even at my flat. I had to be quite until she got tired of buzzing the intercom. And now, you spoiled it all. If I don't go, she'll spin up a story in which I could star as the distressed woman who is still pinning over her ex and even if I do show up, I have to endure her attempts to make me jealous."

Sherlock seemed to be searching for something to tell. She really hoped for his sake that he told something nice.

"Well, now there's nothing you can do about it. Looks like you just accepted to endure it. Hand me that fungal sample I was working on."

Molly didn't know what took over her. One moment she was vibrating with anger and the next she was deathly still and was face to face with the detective (the fact that he was sitting helped).

"Listen here, Sherlock Holmes. Since you" she poked his chest with her finger "put me in this situation, it's only fair that you endure it with me."

She didn't (couldn't) miss the fact that he inhaled sharply when she touched him.

"You will be taking me to the wedding."

And with that she leant back (the close proximity was making her go light headed a bit) and walked out of the lab.

AN: :D Hope you liked it.