So, this is my first story ever. Hopefully it's not as horrible as I think it is. Criticism is welcome aaaaaand yeah… This is just something I thought about a while ago and didn't have the nerve to publish but, what the hell.

Disclaimer: I am NOT, in fact, Steven Moffat nor Mark Gatiss.

Come to Baker Street. Now. – SH

Please. It's an emergency. – SH

Molly had just finished her work when she got the texts. She grabbed her coat and headed out of St. Bart's. She took a cab and texted Tom that she would be home a little late.

When she got to Baker Street, she was greeted by Mrs. Hudson, who told her to go upstairs.

Molly was nervous. While she was in the cab she prepared herself for the worst case scenarios, but when she opened the door to Sherlock's flat she saw him… dancing?

"Sherlock, what's going on?" she asked, confused because he seemed fine.

"I wrote a waltz for John and Mary's wedding and I'd like a second opinion," he said flatly. "I would also like to test it".

"Test it?" Did he really just call me to ask for my opinion on his music? Which he obviously knows is amazing…

"Yes, Molly. Am I going to have to repeat everything I say today?" he said, a little annoyed but then he saw her frown, "Sorry".

She still didn't quite understand what he wanted. Seeing her confusion, Sherlock walked towards her.

"What am I doing here, Sherlock? What do you need?"

"I want to know if it works. I was testing it just now, as you saw, but I figured having a dance partner would make it seem more real and less boring" he said meeting her eyes.

"Oh, so you want me t-to… dance with… you?"

"Yes," he answered. "Will you help me?"

He looked like a child and she couldn't say no to those pleading eyes, so she nodded in agreement and stepped closer to him. Sherlock hit play and took one of her hands in his and put the other one around her waist. Molly rested her free hand on his shoulder.

They started swaying across the living room and Molly realized she felt… peaceful. She put her head on Sherlock's chest and he was a little taken aback, but didn't pull away from her. He thought it felt nice. Molly was comforting and he found himself enjoying having her close.

"It's very beautiful, Sherlock," Molly said, pulling away a little so she could look at him.

"Thank you," he said with a small smile. "And thank you for taking the time and coming to help me".

The music stopped, but they stayed close to each other. Sherlock kept his eyes locked on hers and not knowing what possessed him, started to lean in closer to Molly, clearly about to kiss her.

"Wait," she said, putting her hands on his chest and backing away a little, finding strength she didn't know she had to pull away from him. "Sherlock, I-I can't… I can't do this… I-"

"No. No, Molly. I'm sorry…" Sherlock said, trying to figure out what why he just tried to kiss his pathologist.

"I think I should go," Molly said, dropping her gaze, trying to hide her emotions.

"Yes. Um, I think it's for the best. Your fiancé might be getting worried," Sherlock said, looking a little defeated.

She felt a little disappointed, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She gave him a small peck on the cheek and walked out of his flat, overwhelmed by what had just happened. Sherlock Holmes just tried to kiss me! NO! Stop it, Molly. You're getting married! Even as she tried to shake the thought out of her head, she found herself smiling a little as she walked down the stairs and into the streets.