Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or profit from writing any of this.
Author's Note: This is for Sherlolly-Shules-Hamiltrash. She wanted a follow up to Maybe Today. I hadn't planned on one, but I decided to take her suggestion. Hope you like this!
"Your smile is beautiful. Brightens up this whole dreary place. Makes it seem cheerful." Sherlock's head snapped up from the body he was inspecting. He turned around to see who had said these words to Molly. His Molly.
A young man grinned at her in what he apparently thought was a flirtatious smile. Sherlock carefully studied Molly's reaction to this line.
Molly blushed and ducked her head. "Thank you, George. Now, don't you have a class to teach at the University? You don't want to be late."
He continued to leer at her. "Not today, I don't. I'm free for the rest of the evening."
Molly didn't know how to respond, so she just nodded her head slowly. "Oh."
He continued trying to make conversation. "Don't you find working in the morgue depressing?" He waved a hand at the body Molly was doing an autopsy on. "All these dead bodies." He shuddered. "Gives me shivers."
"Then why are you here?" Sherlock snapped.
Molly whirled around, and sent Sherlock a warning look. Be polite. Don't cause trouble.
George caught this look, and grinned. He held out his hand to Sherlock. "Hey, how are you? My name's George."
"Yes, I am aware of your name."
George continued to smile, but it dropped considerably. He looked expectantly at Sherlock, waiting for him to shake his hand.
Sherlock stared at George's hand until he started fidgeting. He turned red, and looked down a his hand. He quickly dropped it. His eyes hardened. "Haven't I seen you before? You come here pretty often, right? Why's that? You an officer?" He smiled smugly.
"George!" Molly scolded. "You know very well who he is and why he comes here. He comes here because.."
Sherlock cut in. "I come here because Molly is my girlfriend, and I enjoy spending time with her." His eyes bored into George, daring hi to contradict him.
George was taken aback. He gulped. "Okay." He nodded quickly. "I guess I'll be going now." He had his hand on the doorknob, when Sherlock stopped him by saying, "Has your girlfriend forgiven you for cheating on her?"
George looked shocked. "H-h-how did you...?" He sputtered.
Sherlock just smiled complacently. George darted out the door before Sherlock could deduce anymore of his life. Sherlock watched him leave and smiled satisfactorily. He turned to Molly. Her mouth was hanging open in shock. Had Sherlock just called her his girlfriend? She collected her bearings and asked," Did you just call me your girlfriend?"
Sherlock blushed, "Of course, you're a girl and you are my friend. I enjoy spending time with my friends." He winced knowing how transparent his explanation was. Molly grinned happily.
"Thank you, Sherlock."
He nodded. He hesitated before asking, "Molly, would you like to have dinner?"
Molly smile threatened to split her face. "I would love to, Sherlock."