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Be My Valentine

At the moment Molly laid eyes on it, she knew it was meant for him.

She wrapped it up carefully, store it in the refrigerator and praying that Valentine's Day would come a bit faster. She couldn't wait to see the little twinkle in his eyes when he saw this tiny, delicate and mysterious plaything. (She even prepared cookies and tea for Sherlock's friend, what-is-his-name-again, just in case that the dear doctor's girlfriend kicked him out of bed.)

So on Valentine's Day, with shaking hands and blushing face, Molly stood near Sherlock, nearest she had even been. She could get a whiff of his cologne.

"Be…Bem…"She couldn't even look straight into Sherlock's eyes, "Bemyvalentine."

"Excuse me?" Molly said so fast that Sherlock didn't catch the sentence.

Taking a deep breath, Molly smiled. "Be my valentine." She pushed the gift to him.

Sherlock frowned at the motive of Molly's action but untie the ribbon anyway.

"A heart from a female in her late 70s with possible cause of death of myocardial infarction? How dull is that?" Sherlock took a close look at it.

"Jamie Corner was a healthy athlete who was found dead in a swimming pool on her 31st birthday." Molly explained in excitement.

"Hold on! Isn't her body stolen from the morgue? " Sherlock had promised Mike Stamford to look into it.

"Yes. But by that time, I already took her heart. I knew something was going on when I first saw it." Molly then added, "No, I didn't steal her body."

"Of course you are not. How long have you been sneaking out body parts? People never notice." Sherlock took out the heart and Molly handed a tray, "I have to admit you were born to pursue a career in pathology."

Molly pointed furiously to Sherlock with a scalpel, "Hey, you are the one who took Mr Johnson's head."

Sherlock shoot Molly a threatening look. Molly swallowed and gave the scalpel to Sherlock. Sherlock kept saying while scrutinizing the heart. "Didn't you take his kidney? And by the way, I still don't consider a dice is a useful and fair approach to decide who has which part."

"It was for my research!" Molly gave Sherlock tweezers.

"John should listen to this. I have been telling him the exact reason over and over, yet he still tried to lock the refrigerator."

"He…What?"

"I have picked the lock a hundred and twenty three times. Why don't people learn?" He put down the scalpel and thought for awhile. Molly didn't dare to say a thing to interrupt his thinking. Sherlock lowered his head and texted on his mobile. "I guess I got all I need. I should be off now." Sherlock walked towards the door.

Molly sighed. Sherlock distracted her from something really important, something she really needed to talk about. He managed to avoid the reply on the "Be My Valentine" by provoking her. Now he got away and god knows when she would have the same courage to ask him again?

Bastard.

But Sherlock rushed back.

"Forget something?" Molly was putting things back.

Sherlock answered with a soft kiss on her lips. It was so quick that Molly would have thought that her desperation led to hallucination.

"Now I'm sure I got all I need." With that, he stormed out.

Slowly recovering from the shock, Molly looked at the scalpel in her hands, her blushing reflection on the sink and the open door.

Bastard.

She hummed when she was cleaning the scalpel.