I was working late at the morgue for the fourth night in a row. I groaned as I heard the sound of glass, yet again smashing against the poor, abused wall. Sherlock was obviously frustrated, and I got the privilege of cleaning up after him. Again. He didn't want anyone to know he was "back from the dead" yet. So I had to sneak him in and out of Bart's during late hours, hide him in my flat during the day, and watch as everyone around me suffered from their loss.

The worst was watching John. He was so… broken. He still helped with Lestrade, he was still living in 221B Baker Street, and he still tried his best to stay with Sarah, but he couldn't fool me. I could see the pain and suffering in his eyes. He'd lost his best friend, and I willingly let him hurt every day. It had been almost three years, but Sherlock had reminded me over and over that John, along with the others, were not safe until Moriarty's people were completely taken care of. He was coming close, and up until a month ago when he came to me, he'd been able to do it himself.

After I had helped him fake his suicide, he'd disappeared almost completely. He contacted me discreetly every couple of months to let me know he was alright, by my request. Other than that, I had not seen or heard from him until he showed up at my flat one night and stood watching me sleep on the sofa until I woke, startled and ready to kick him in the balls or stab out his eyes. He managed to calm me down before I did any damage to either of us, and he held me while I cried and told him how much I missed him.

All that seemed like ages ago. We'd shared no physical contact since, and we rarely spoke about anything other than what he was working on at that moment in time. He'd taken what seemed would end up being a permanent loan out on my sofa, and I couldn't help but wish he could just stay there forever. I knew that I was being terribly selfish, but it was nice that I was the only one at the moment that could help the great Sherlock Holmes. Even if he didn't treat me like John or Lestrade or Mrs. Hudson, he still needed me, he trusted me.

"Molly?" Sherlock called out from the other room.

"Yes?" I asked walking over to the doorway.

"I need to think on this for a while. You ready to go?"

I just nodded. Of course I was. It was nearing midnight and I hadn't gotten a good night sleep in ages. I wasn't used to being up until two or three in the morning, and then expected to be up and ready to go by seven.

Together, we stepped outside, but of course there wasn't a cab in sight. London was sleeping. I was jealous. I took out my phone to call for a cabbie, but Sherlock grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"I want to walk."

I was about to tell him he was crazy. It was cold and windy, and we had a good long ways to go. It was the middle of the night and there was no way I was about to walk all that way while he brooded over his work. But when his hand lingered on mine a little too long, I looked up at him and lost my train of thought. I hadn't noticed earlier, but he was wearing his illegally too tight purple shirt, and he'd left an extra button at the top open, leaving an even better than usual view of his neck. It wasn't fair. Just by showing an inch more skin than usual, he could leave me breathless.

"Molly?" Sherlock sounded concerned. Did he really have no idea what he did to me? "Are you alright?"

"Yeah… Fine. Sorry. Let's go." I turned and started walking.

"Okay, but do realize, I hope, that your flat is the other way."

"I know." I turned around swiftly and didn't look at him. I knew he was smirking, and I'm sure he knew I was blushing. We hadn't been walking for too long when I started to feel the real extent of the cold. Before I knew it, I was shivering and my teeth were chattering.

"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked.

"Obviously." I replied shortly. "What was your first clue?"

"Well you've been trembling, shaking, shivering, and quivering for the past block or so. Within the last ten or so yards, your teeth started chattering and I can see you've got goose bumps. Your lips are currently turning blue, and you've got your hat and scarf pulled together abnormally tight. Not to mention, now that we've stopped moving, your knees keep wobbling."

I rolled my eyes. Sherlock will always be Sherlock.

"Oh, please tell me! What could possibly go wrong with me being so cold?" I asked sarcastically.

"Well I guess I'll give you the brief version so we can get you home faster. Once temperature goes below your body temperature, your body looks for ways to warm you up, hence the shivering and goose bumps. If your body is exposed to cold temperatures too long and loses too much body heat, you could freeze to death. You might possibly get a little frost bite. And hypothermia is definitely not out of the question. Limb loss is not uncommon without treatment, but of course I wouldn't anything like that happen to you."

I stood with my mouth wide open for a moment, could he really not sense my sarcasm? Apparently not. I continued walking. The faster I got home, the sooner I could have a hot shower.

"Do you want my coat?" He asked quietly. That was not like Sherlock.

"No, I'll be fine. Besides, you would freeze." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sherlock shrug. "We're almost there anyways." I muttered.

I saw him hesitate before draping his arm across my shoulders.

"You don't have to do that." I said, doing my best to ignore my thoughts. Oh my god, Sherlock is touching me. Oh god. Oh god. He smells amazing. He's touching me. A couple more centimeters and his hand could be on my boob… Oh my god. Why is he so tall? His arms are so long… He's touching me…!

He just shrugged again; he didn't seem uncomfortable, which was new. I'd come to learn, if any physical contact or emotional situation was going on, he'd rather just stay out of it.

We walked the rest of the way home like that, and it took everything in me to not lean into him too much, or look up at him. I knew if I did either of those things, I would lose my cool. We really didn't need that.

When we arrived at my flat, my fingers were too cold and clumsy to get the door unlocked. Sherlock had to do it for me. I went straight for the bathroom and into the shower. Hot water was what I needed. The chills faded to a point where I didn't mind so much, but before I knew it, I was sneezing over and over again.

I heard the bathroom door squeak open.

"Sherlock, get out. I'm in the shower." Part of me wanted him to leave, but the other part wanted to rip the shower curtain open and pull him into the shower with me. I was thinking about how he would react to an act like that, but then I broke into a coughing fit.

"Sneezing, coughing, and chills. It could just be a cold, but it could be the flu too. Are you congested at all? It could also be the start of something worse like bronchitis or pneumonia. Is your cough dry? Does your throat hurt at all?" He could have gone on forever with various viruses and diseases and treatments and symptoms, but I couldn't take it.

"Sherlock, shut up. Get out of the bathroom. I am in the bloody shower."

I heard him mutter something under his breath and shuffle out. Thank god.

When I finally started to run out of hot water, I stepped out and dried off before throwing on my robe and stepping into the living room. Sherlock was in the kitchen making tea, he'd set up what seemed like the whole medicine cabinet on the table.

He looked up at me and said, "The tea should help warm you up some more. You really didn't answer about your symptoms, so you're going to have to pick and choose yourself," he finished, gesturing towards all the meds. "Sorry, this is my fault."

"It's okay. And I don't want any though, thanks. I am fine by the way." I turned towards my room. Sherlock's tea tasted like shit anyways.

Well, this is my first attempt at a Sherlolly. c: Other than Johnlock of course, this is probably my favorite pairing.

I was working on a Jimlock, but I had a good idea for this one that I needed to start. This will most likely turn into a pretty long one. Maybe even a series..

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