Molly walked into her flat's living room. She was wearing the same dress that she wore to the Christmas party, as she wanted Sherlock to think back to the only moment when he made any sort of gesture resembling romantic contact to her. Sherlock sat on the couch, covertly fidgeting with his scarf.
"It's hot in here. You should probably take that jacket off." Molly suggested in a seductive tone.
Sherlock looked down at his jacket, and one thing stood out to him more than the temperature of the room. The stain from the tea Molly had accidentally spilled on him before leaving the room.
"Yes, I probably should." He replied in his deep, baritone voice, as he removed his jacket and threw it in Molly's general direction, not even glancing at the poor woman.
Molly let out a tiny grunt as she caught the jacket, and Sherlock continued to fidget with his scarf while blankly staring at a mix CD Molly had left on the table.
"Get that pesky stain out, Molly. It annoys me.' Sherlock commanded.
Molly sighed with a look of slight disappointment on her face. She then threw down the jacket, and mounted herself upon Sherlock's thighs.
"Now, who's ready to feel loved?"
"Molly, please remove yourself from your current position. I'm trying to figure out who the culprit of the Leeds triple murder was"
She stayed on Sherlock, speechless and feeling awkward for about half a minute before she could take the rejection no more, and as she began to feel tears form in her eyes, she dismounted herself and dashed off to her bedroom to drown her sorrows in tissues and the company of her cat Toby.
Sherlock kept his position on the couch, unmoving, save for his fingers fondling his scarf, until he got a text from his dear companion John Watson.
"Sherlock i think weve got a lead -John"
Letting out a slight grin at the news, Sherlock got up, grabbed his coat, and left Molly's flat while ignoring the unsubtle sound of her sobbing echoing through the thin walls of the flat.
"She must be menstruating or something..." He thought, fixing his scarf.
THE END