Sherlock Holmes walked through the lab door, stretching and yawning. Molly stole a quick glance at him, before returning her gaze to her microscope.
"Coffee, Molly?" She was stunned. He had never asked before.
"Black, please." She stuttered out an answer. She watched in amazement as he hummed whilst he worked. Molly guessed it was his equivalent of playing the violin. "Penny for your thoughts, Sherlock?"
He cocked his head slightly in her direction, but remained humming. She sighed, knowing that he was impossible to get to converse. She went back to her microscope, deliberately humming a tune that clashed with his, irritating him so much that she jumped as the coffee slammed down next to her. She pretended not to notice as he hopped onto the desktop next to her, swinging his legs like a child. He blew on his coffee loudly and stared out of the window.
"I'm bothered about John Watson; he seemed rather upset about my 'death.' Someday I might tell him, but it might psychologically unhinge him."
"Sherlock, what you did was just... inhuman. Killing yourself off from his world to save his life was gallant, even if it meant making sacrifices..."
Molly looked up at him, only to see him turning away from her. Her blush burned across her cheeks as he whirled out of the lab door again, his coat making a dramatic flourish behind him. She touched the handle on his coffee mug. It was still warm from where he had held it. She gripped it, only to find a piece of paper tucked inside. Unfolding it, she read in Sherlock's scruffy handwriting the words:
Thank You Molly.
A shiver ran down her spine. She hid an uncontrollable giggle with her glove. She must have looked like a silly school girl with a silly school girl crush.
Except it wasn't just a crush.
She could have sworn she saw his smiling face from behind the door's window.
But this time, she didn't care.