It was late in the afternoon. The sun seemed as though it was about to set and let the darkness take over London. It was surprisingly calm and John sat quietly on his laptop at 221B. Suddenly the quiet was disrupted by the slamming of the front door.

"Sherlock must be home," sighed John.

Sherlock burst through the door and collapsed onto the couch with a thud. He had been out working on a case and had to chase the culprit through every back alley in London.

"JOHN!"

"Yes, what is it Sherlock"

"Food" replied Sherlock as he rolled over to face John.

" Well you'll have to get some yourself. I'm meeting Mary for dinner tonight and I need to stop at home first. You're a grown man Sherlock go to the kitchen and find something."

Sherlock murmured something to himself that John knew was some sort of insult. Sherlock was now alone in his flat and decided to skip eating and think instead. He always did have trouble thinking while he was digesting. He thought about the case and how clever he had been, just as he always did after a recent case. His slim finger ran through his hair.

"I could use a shower." He thought to himself. The idea of feeling the warm water washing away the grime from the day pleased Sherlock and he got up and went to his bathroom.

Carefully, he began to shed his clothes and placed them into neat piles. Next he turned on the water and stepped into the shower. The water began to wash away the dirt from his neck and face. He soon grabbed a wash-cloth and went to put soap on it. Sherlock realized he was out of both his shampoo and body wash.

"Ughhhhh" was his only response. He had been so busy recently and couldn't be bothered to go to the store for soaps. John was the one who always went out to buy things like that.

"John?!" Perhaps his good friend had left some of his soap. Sherlock quickly hopped out of the shower and reached for the drawer under the sink. Water dripped down his smooth body as he opened the drawer. Sure enough there was some of John's favorite shampoo. Sherlock got back into the shower and more water rushed down his back and neck, as some pooled in the area by his clavicle.

The soap smelled good. It smelled of John. Right at this moment (while cleaning his genitals) Sherlock realized how much he had missed John's company. He shifted his attention to cleaning his long legs as he thought more of John. He decided that he loved John, but only as a friend. That was truly as far as Sherlock could love someone. Or was it. There was always something else, someone else that had caused these feelings of affection. Just then Sherlock heard the front door opening in the familiar way.

"Molly" he whispered with a smile.

He shut on the water and got out of the shower, now feeling clean. He reached for a towel and realized that he had forgotten to bring one in with him.

Molly had walked into the flat only to find it empty except for the sound of water rushing. She assumed Sherlock was taking a shower. She resisted every urge to take a peek and sat down in Sherlock's chair. It smelled of him and she fondly looked into the kitchen, fantasizing about what he looked like in the shower.

Sherlock opened the door from the bathroom and stepped into the hall. He walked into the kitchen, paused quickly to look at Molly, and then walked behind the island in the kitchen.

Molly was stunned. Had Sherlock just walked into the kitchen naked, looked at her, then continued to walk around the kitchen. He was facing her from behind the island, the small bowl of fruit on the table covered his genitals.

"umm… hi Sherlock" was all Molly could manage.

"Hello Molly" was Sherlock's response. He then walked calmly into his room. Once there, he picked up a towel and wrapped it extremely low around his waist. It was so low that a small bit of hair could be seen. He then exited his room to greet the still dumbfounded Molly.

"You're in my chair."

"Ohh, umm… sorry" Molly stammered.

Sherlock stared blankly at her as she got up and proceeded to sit in John's chair. He continued to stare until she said…

" I just came…(she paused when she said came and accidentally glance down at the bit of hair that could be seen by his low-hung towel) um I mean I just came by to drop off these forms for you. I also brought over some food. John called me and said you were hungry."

"Oh. Thank you Molly".

Together they sat down and ate together. Molly still stunned and Sherlock still in his towel.