When Sherlock walked into the lab at St. Bart's, he found Molly rubbing her temples, a look of pain on her face.
"Headache?" It was obvious she was in pain but he had learned when it was polite to ask after a friend's wellbeing and this seemed an opportune moment.
Molly's head jerked up. She squinted at Sherlock for a few seconds before replying.
"Sorry? Er, yes, actually. I was watching a TV program on my laptop but the screen was too small. Every time I tried to make it full screen the browser crashed. After that happened twice, I just dealt with having to squint at the smaller box." She resumed rubbing her temple with one hand while squeezing the bridge of her nose with the other.
"What were you watching that was worth giving yourself a headache?" Sherlock enjoyed crap telly and the occasional documentary but he couldn't imagine going to all that bother. He sat on the stool by his preferred microscope.
"Neil DeGrasse Tyson has brought back Carl Sagan's series Cosmos and it's only on American networks right now. My telly doesn't get any American channels. I loved the show as a child and think Neil DeGrasse Tyson is a brilliant scientist so I wanted to see it. I don't know when it will be aired over here. Thankfully I was able to find it online." Molly sighed and sat across the workbench from Sherlock.
Sherlock was quiet for moment as he prepared the slides he wanted to review. Once that task was complete and the first slide on the microscope, he looked over at Molly.
"You could watch it at my flat. If you wanted. My TV isn't very large but it's a sight better than making yourself sick watching it on your computer." He met her eyes briefly before looking into the microscope, adjusting the dials.
Molly's mouth hung open. "Really? That's lovely, Sherlock. Thank you!" A thought occurred to her and she frowned. "Hang on, your telly won't get the channel either. it's only on American networks."
He didn't look up. "Yes, you said that. I get American channels, loads of them." Molly looked at him, surprised. He cleared his throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I enjoy crap telly. It's mindless and I only do it when I have no cases or compelling experiments running." He paused, debating how much he should reveal of the source of guilty pleasure. 'But this is Molly, I trust her with my life, surely I can trust her with this knowledge. She won't mock me.' He kept his eyes down, adjusting the microscope minutely.
"I got in the habit when John lived at Baker Street. He loves all those ridiculous programs. I found I enjoyed watching them with him and I got a bit hooked, I suppose. While I was away, I occasionally saw crap shows from all over the world. There's a lot of downtime, living on the run, waiting for sources to come through. When I returned, I got an international TV package, Now I can watch Indian game shows or American reality programs whenever I want."
Molly realized her mouth had been gaping open throughout Sherlock's explanation. She snapped it shut. She didn't want him to look over at her and think she thought less of him for being human. 'It's really rather charming, another layer to the enigma that is Sherlock Holmes.' She thought, smiling.
"Great! I'd love to come over and watch it. The next episode airs this Sunday. Is that alright? You won't be busy? If you won't be home, Mrs. Hudson could let me in. If that's OK?! I don't mean to presume, it's just… I don't want to disturb you or your routine." Molly sensed she was gearing up for a good ramble and decided to simply stop talking.
"Of course it's alright. I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Come by this Sunday." Sherlock looked up and graced the pathologist with a small smile before returning to his task.
"Great! Um, I have to go down to the morgue. Bodies stacked up and all that. Not literally, of course!" She giggled softly at that mental image and gathered her things, heading towards the door.
She heard Sherlock chuckling quietly as she exited the lab and grinned to herself. She was so pleased at the way their friendship had blossomed since his return. 'Pinocchio is a real boy!'