This wasn't the first time Sherlock had Molly help him.
He could remember when they had first met. Sherlock had been on a case and gotten a cut in his head. Luckily, St. Bart's was close by.
It was Molly who had helped him and it was Molly in whom he had decided to place his trust.
She could be a bit annoying, but she was the only person Sherlock felt comfortable going to.
Besides, it's always nice to have someone pay attention to you.
When he had come in that day to ask if he could experiment, Molly had hesitated but then quickly consented.
When he was finished, Sherlock had observed Molly as she came into the room and questioned her to make sure he was correct. Why he had even bothered was beyond him.
After all, the only thing it did was make her feel self conscious.
It's always nice to have someone pay attention to you.
When she asked him about coffee, he naturally placed his order.
Later, when Sherlock had first met John, Molly came back into the room with the coffee.
This time, Sherlock asked her again about his observation. To show John what he could do, he told himself.
He thought it over afterwards and decided that it had been quite unnecessary.
But that was the thing about Molly.
No matter how many times he was rude to her or ignored her, she always came back.
That's what made her his friend. Sherlock never really acknowledged the fact, mostly because he didn't think about it. It was usually irrelevant. However, he had thought about it before.
And, yes, she was a loyal friend.
That was the thing about Molly. She never gave up on him.
Of course Molly would still be there when Sherlock went to retrieve his riding crop.
She was always at the morgue when he came.
He had scheduled it that way.
He didn't say anything as he took the riding crop from her hands.
It's not like he had to. This would definitely not be the last time he would have to thank her.
The next time he came to the morgue...
Of course Molly would still be there.
The human eyes were supposed to stay in the microwave.
They were from Molly.
She would vouch for him. He had every right to experiment with them.
He had even taken the slight annoyance in signing some paperwork for them. And if Molly did get in trouble...
He would vouch for her.
The next time Sherlock saw Molly was in the cafeteria.
She was easier to converse with than most people. Probably because she had even less social tact than Sherlock.
That was another convenient thing about Molly. She was always willing to help.
Mostly because she found Sherlock so interesting.
They talked about food. Such a dull topic.
Apparently, Molly had been slightly reprimanded from last time (Sherlock couldn't imagine why) and was overly cautious at granting him access.
Well, that wasn't good. The first thing that came to Sherlock's mind was her hair. It was one of the only things different about her recently.
Thank goodness, because it really wouldn't do to seem socially awkward in front of one of the few people who were even worse at it than you.
He admitted to himself as he voiced the thought that it did look nicer this way. His expression of the fact made Molly more confident and therefore convenient.
She was always willing to help. Sherlock checked his watch. He hoped Dimmock would get there soon.
Molly was slightly surprised at Sherlock's only wanting to see the feet. Sherlock supposed most people would be.
It didn't matter much. Before she could ask, Sherlock gave her an award winning smile.
She, in her shy fashion, did as he asked.
Perhaps not quite realizing it, Sherlock made his point in front of two people.
It didn't matter much. Molly would be just as eager to help as any other time.
If not more so after that.
There was a head in the fridge.
Just like the eyes in the microwave, these were from Molly.
He hoped John wouldn't mind, but if he ever did, Sherlock would simply return to Molly.
Sometimes, although they really were for cases, Sherlock wondered why he made so many visits to the morgue.
He didn't think about this very often. In fact, he had only thought about it once.
He would never admit it, but sometimes when he performed experiments at the morgue when remarkably bored, his deepest, most inner self would tell him that he did this to see Molly.
But he didn't think about this very often. At all.
Jim was gay. That was a fact. Sherlock pointed it out quite well.
Why?
Because he felt like it. Sherlock always did enjoy making points.
Molly might have taken it for jealousy, but that was her initial point, wasn't it? To make Sherlock jealous. Sherlock wondered what she did take it as.
Either way, she was mad at him.
What had he done wrong? It was the truth. He supposed that he could have been jealous, but he was a sociopath and he didn't feel emotions. He dismissed the thought quickly.
Then Molly ran off. Sherlock watched her go with what one might have called a look of perplexity and concern.
This look wasn't seen by her, or by anyone else, but if anyone had seen it, it would have been frankly obvious that Sherlock was exhibiting an emotion. A real emotion. And towards Molly Hooper of all people.
Well, he certainly didn't want to lose her. Or, rather (at least this is what he told himself) he didn't want to lose his privileges at Bart's morgue.
He made a quick excuse for John that had ended up being partly true, because he rarely told John lies. He merely withheld things from him.
Saving her time. Even Sherlock wasn't sure what he had meant by that. He wondered if John had taken it the wrong way.
Because, now that he had thought about it, saving Molly time to break up with her boyfriend was totally going to make her thankful towards him.
Saving her time. If she broke up with Jim faster, she would get over it faster and it would be more convenient. Wouldn't it?
Sherlock hated it when people made him act irrationally on the spur of the moment. Most people didn't affect him to that extent.
But Molly had.
"I will burn the heart out of you."
"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one."
"But we both know that's not quite true."
Surprisingly enough, there was more than one face that popped into Sherlock's head at that moment.
He supposed he did have a heart to burn after all.