Hello! This is my first ever story that I've written that hasn't been for school. I wrote it in about ten minutes so I know it's nothing special but I just had to write it. It's a complete fluff and yes, I know this Sherlock is out of character. Regardless, I really hope that you enjoy it!

I do not own anything other than the idea...that's how people write these things, right?

Onwards!

Molly had just finished a 12 hour shift at St. Barts hospital, it was fair to say that she was completely and utterly exhausted. All day she had been looking forward to coming home, feeding her cat Toby, taking a long relaxing bath and falling into a dreamless sleep. Molly opened her door after what seemed like a century, only to scream at the sight that welcomed her.

After her initial shock at seeing a dark shadow standing by her kitchen window, Molly was finally able to breath out, "Sherlock, what do you want?"

"Bored."

"Well why didn't you call Greg and ask if there were any cases going?"

"Greg? Oh the detective. Molly, honestly, I am a consulting detective. As in I wait to be consulted." Sherlock huffed out sitting in her late father's worn chair.

"...Well, w-what are you doing here?" Since they had been brief roommates after the fall, Molly had been getting better at holding her own against Sherlock, but exhaustion was slowly sneaking up on her.

"Sherlock, please, I've just done three straight twelve hour shifts. I'm tired and right now I can't handle dealing with this. Please just tell me what I can do to help you, or leave. Or don't, your welcome to stay here, just please be quiet."

Molly was making her way to her bedroom when she felt it. The tickle in her stomach and the searing jolt that she felt whenever Sherlock touched her. When she turned around to look at him, all she could see in his eyes were confusion, concern..and love? Now she knew that she needed to go to bed.

"Molly, what can I do?"

"What, Sher-"

"What can I do to help you? You've helped me, more than I can say or want to say. I came here because something John said made me think of you. He said, 'You haven't lost if you care, you only lose if you hold back.' I- he's been reading those damn books that Mary keeps bringing over. He always was sentimental..."

"Sherlock." Molly breathed out seeing that his mind had wondered off.

"What I'm trying to say, Molly, is that since the fall I have had time to think. And I have been thinking that I may not completely despise being here. With you. Alone."

Sherlock finally looked down into Molly's unbelieving brown doe eyes.

"I care about you too, Sherlock. Very much."

"Yes, well.."

Suddenly all the exhaustion melted away from Molly's body. With their foreheads pressed together, they looked at each other - really looked at each other. This was it, this was life.

They pulled away for gasping for a breath,

"Now, how about that bath?"

Was it terrible? I surely hope not but please leave your reviews. Again, this is my first story so criticism is welcomed. Although if you are too mean I may cry :)

Thank you so much for reading! X