Author's Note: So this started out as an impulsive one-shot on Tumblr then it turned to, well it's going to be a multi-chapter fic now (don't know how long yet). The whole thing was inspired by Cumberbatch's dramatic reading of 'Genius' by R. Kelly. This chapter is mostly in Molly's point of view.

I do not own any characters I've written here

Nor do I own the lyrics to R. Kelly's 'Genius'

"Oh My—where did you find this?" Molly whispered over the phone. She was staring at a video link titled 'What a ladies man! Benedict Cumberbatch reads R. Kelly's Genius on live TV' that Mary had just sent her.

"Internet of course. I'm on maternity leave right now. My back hurts something horrid, my feet are larger than melons and John won't let me go anywhere. So I'm stuck surfing the web. I know you love the handsome devil's voice so I thought you might like it." Molly could hear the grin in Mary's voice.

"Of course I do! But does he really?"

"What, read the lyrics? Hell yeah. Honestly I'm surprised you didn't know about it. He did it last December. For a fan you don't stalk him very much."

"Oh who cares! I'm playing it right now," clicking on the video. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Kimmel to finish introducing Ben.

Body so freaking soft, I can't wait to turn you on

Molly had to muffle her mouth to mute her screams.

You got me like la la la la la baby

She couldn't stop an unladylike snort from tumbling forth.

It's how you make me feel baby

"Oh God." she paused the video, bent over in laughter "I can't."

"No! You have to finish," Mary insisted.

"Alright, alright" she took a deep breath and resumed the video.

I can feel your body flowers,

While I'm kissing on your thighs

Something between a moan and a giggle tumbled out of her mouth. This can't be real, this can't be real she kept repeating to herself.

You got me like la la la la la baby

Anticipation's so crazy,

I'll be good to you, promise

"My God he winked! He's absolutely seducing me right now," her legs felt like jello, and she might have been hyperventilating, just a bit.

"Breathe," Mary reminded. Molly nodded furiously even though she knew she couldn't see.

While make good love to you, promise

Go to sleep and when we wake up

I'mma a hit that thing again, promise

Molly was fangirling like crazy, happily cheering with the audience in the video.

"Is it possible to be funny and sexy at the same time?" Molly asked as she tried to fan herself and wipe the tears from her eyes.

Mary laughed. "I don't know but Ben sure did."

"Wow," Molly sighed. "That was hilariously hot. I must be blushing like mad right now."

"Personally I loved the 'la la la' bit," Mary giggled. "I don't know how he could say that with a straight face."

"I know! But I would have to say 'kissing your thighs', oh he's so welcome to kiss mine any day." Molly shivered as she recalled his voice.

"Are we talking about Ben or Sherlock now?" Mary teased. "I know you love him because their voices are so similar."

"Ugh if only. But Ben's a more realistic choice don't you think?"

"Safer bet huh?"

"Yupp," she said popping the 'p'. Still, a girl can dream, she thought to herself.

"So do you want to come over and watch him read the letters live with Loo on telly this weekend? John will probably be running around with Sherlock so we'll have the place to ourselves."

"Oh will he be there this year?" she could feel her excitement building up again. "This Saturday right?"

" 'Course! So it's a date then?"

"Yes! Definitely a date." She looked at her watch. "Oh God I forgot! Sherlock texted me earlier saying he was coming down to see a body for Lestrade. He might be here already! We'll talk later yeah?"

"Fine by me. Bye."

Molly hung up the phone and straightened herself. Her face still felt a bit warm so she held her palms up to her face in an attempt to cool them down. There's no point, Sherlock will know if he wants to, she thought grimacing at the idea of him deducing her fangirl infatuation. She could only hope he won't be interested enough to comment. Molly then cleared her throat and walked out of her office; there she found Sherlock sitting by his usual microscope, staring intensely at his phone.

Sherlock looked up at her arrival.

"Ah, Molly. Did you get my text? I need a liver sample from Clarke Buckner. I have a solid theory the victim's liquor had been poisoning him over sometime. Quite ingenious if the murderer used the chemicals I suspect." Without waiting for a response, he resumed back to his phone, furiously texting someone.

Molly blinked at Sherlock.

"Okay." She turned away to grab a sample for him from the lab next door. Sherlock took the sample unceremoniously from her and focused on examining the slide for the next hour.

It seemed he wasn't going to say anything. Which was fine but—Molly thought he was acting abit odd. She could have sworn his eye twitched when he was talking to her earlier. Never seen that before. She shrugged the feeling off though. Maybe he was annoyed I took so long, she thought, going back to fill out her paperwork.

Sherlock was annoyed alright. No, he was positively pissed to hell at Molly, and not because she took so long but why. He was willing everything in himself not to crush the focus dials on the microscope. But Molly didn't notice. In fact, she was blissfully humming to 'Genius' beside him.

Author's Note: I hope you liked it!

The next chapter will be in Sherlock's point of view…well most of it anyway.