This is for thegeeklockwhovolunteered

Prompt: A perfect guy finally asks Molly out. Sherlock couldn't find a single flaw in him & finally realizes his feelings for her! (:

a/n: I will have to apologize in advance for not exactly following this prompt. I hope you like this fill anyway. :3

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Sherlock put a cup of coffee next to Molly who was sat at her workstation and looking into her microscope. Upon smelling the coffee, she lifted her eyes to look at him and smiled before taking the cup in her hands. "Thank you, Sherlock."

Sherlock smiled at her and said, "You're welcome," before turning to sit at his own workstation and microscope across the room from him.

A few hours later, Sherlock looked up and gazed at Molly, who was still busy working on her experiment. "Er, Molly?" he called out to her softly.

Molly stopped what she was doing and turned expectant brown eyes at him along with a small smile. "Hmm?"

Sherlock worried his lip and stroked the edge of the table nervously. "H-how… how was your date last night?"

Molly took a moment to process Sherlock's question.

Thinking that Molly was daydreaming about her new love interest, Sherlock turned back to his experiment with a small sigh.

"It was terrible, Sherlock."

Sherlock's ears perked up and he turned his head towards Molly so fast it was a wonder he didn't get whiplash. "Sorry, Molly. I was hallucinating. What?" Sherlock asked intently.

Molly stood up from her seat and walked toward Sherlock, seating herself beside him. She brought her hands in front of her on the table and looked like she was studying them. "It was terrible."

Sherlock willed himself not to see red. You're a detective, Sherlock. Investigate, mind-palace Mycroft said in his head. "Explain," Sherlock ordered, before mind-palace John tutted in his mind. "Please, Molly."

Molly turned in her seat and smiled at Sherlock. "Benedict was a total gentleman. He is successful at what he does so he brought me to a really nice restaurant and a classy bar after. He was a wonderful conversationalist as well, very well-read and nice,"

Sherlock sighed again. He'd known all that beforehand, of course, having tailed Molly and her date all night last night up until Benedict brought Molly back safely to her building, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and left in the same cab they arrived in a moment after. Sherlock turned to her again, and was surprised when he saw that Molly was looking at him with concern.

"What's wrong, Sherlock?" she asked worriedly.

The detective shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing at all. What were you saying?"

The pathologist grinned at him and snorted. "I said that Benedict didn't drift off into his mind palace when I was talking to him,"

Sherlock had the grace to look chastised. "Sorry."

Molly shook her head and placed a hand on his arm. "I was kidding. What I said was that Ben was fantastic, bordering on perfect even, but he had one fatal flaw,"

Sherlock tilted his head and thought about what that flaw could be, before focusing his gaze on Molly again. "What is it?"

"He's not you." Molly murmured sadly. She stood up to leave but before she could take a step away, Sherlock stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her with everything he had.