AN: Um Hi I'm Slone, long time reader first time poster in the Sherlock fandom. I've also had the worst case of writer's block for the past year.
Disclaimer: Don't own it just having some fun.
Sherlock eyed the one dozen Black Roses sitting innocently on the counter of Molly's kitchen, blood still tacky on his forehead from the leap of faith he made just a few hours previous.
"They were delivered about an hour ago," Molly quietly remarked startling Sherlock, "here was the note left with it."
Sherlock eyed the white innocent envelope as Molly's eyes looked up at Sherlock not in sadness but some other emotion Sherlock couldn't or wouldn't decipher; taking the envelope noting the writing was of a man's in common blue ink. Sliding the flap out of the pocket of the envelope to pull a white with black border card out his lips twitched in amusement.
Let's have dinner
