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"Molly!" Sherlock whispers, poking his head around the corner. Molly Hooper turns around and smiles at him, her eyes shining brightly. "I'm about to leave so, um" Sherlock clears his throat nervously, "So I'm here to say goodbye."
"Oh right!" She exclaims, taking her gloves off. She tosses them into the t trashcan, rubbing her hands with hand sanitizer. Sherlock wasn't really sure what to say, which was odd for him.
"Thank you for all of your help, Molly." He states, smiling at her. She nods, happy to be of some use to him.
"It wasn't a big deal." She relies with a careless shrug. It really wasn't to her, she cared about Sherlock a lot.
"Look after John for me while I'm gone, he'll need it." Sherlock wishes he was kidding when he said this, but that was a useless wish. Reality was a sad and heart breaking thing.
"Of course I will. Is their anything else you need?" She throws out hopefully. Sherlock is about to deny the request, but reconsiders his answer.
"Actually yes, I need one more thing from you, Molly." He puts his hand out for Molly to shake. She grabs it, slightly disappointed. The detective does something unexpected though. He pulls Molly into a hug, surprising her. He wraps his hands around her and she hugs him back. It feels nice and after a minute or so, they separate. "Goodbye, Molly Hooper." He kisses her cheek, but it's only a peck.
It was exactly like the one he had given her that one Christmas a short while ago. He grabs his coat and leaves, feeling Molly's eyes on his back. Once the door closes begging him her smile broadens as she remembers how he had told her she counted. She hadn't ever entirely been one hundred percent sure if it was true or not. Now she knew it was true. One hundred percent.
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