Molly was entering the lab. Sherlock was there. She knew that her heart would race once she met eye contact with him. But every time she got the courage to come in the room, and do her work in the same room with the famous Sherlock Holmes. Molly entered the lab, running to her other colleagues near the southeast corner of the room. Molly turned when she heard her named called by her crush. "Yes Sherlock?" Molly answered quickly. "Get all these people out of here. There thinking is too deep and it disturbing me." Sherlock said with deep focus on what he was analyzing. "Uh, sure Sherlock." She walked over to her colleagues and said that they had to leave, knowing Sherlock and all. Molly followed them, with bit dissatisfaction on her face. "Molly, stop. You're not leaving." Sherlock said in monotone voice. Molly halted when she heard her name. Her heart raced when she realized she was gonna be alone with him for the second time. Molly turned around and walked slowly to Sherlock and kept a safe distance away from him. "What is it Sherlock?" Sherlock stopped analyzing the tobacco ash and looked at her with his soft blueish-greenish eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment." Sherlock said; he stopped what he was doing, and walking one step towards Molly ever so lightly. "Pardon?" Molly was curious; Sherlock never really acted like this before. He was the type where he never wanted to share his feelings to a person he loved. Or if he actually loved anyone. "Oh, you heard me Molly. Even you know we've never gotten a moment like this. So why not SAVOR it, hmm?" Sherlock said with a devious smile on his face. Molly was terrified of him. Sherlock never acted like this, if anything, not with Molly. She backed away one step after another. "Who are you? What have you done with Sherlock?" Molly said in a scared tone. She wondered if what she said was too much. But then she got out of thought and went back into reality. Sherlock was closer than Molly thought; his grin was turning into a devious smile. "I AM Sherlock, sweetie. This is who I am." "No you're not! Sherlock would never get dirty with me like this and he always treats me with respect! YOU'RE NOT HIM!" Molly screamed at his face. Her back was to the wall now. She was sweating like a pig. She was scared to death; shaking, going slowly down the wall on her back. She was sobbing with the tear drops rolling one after another. She was a guilt feeling in her stomach; even in this was the actual Sherlock. But then her fear became shock. Sherlock's beautiful blueish-greenish eyes became pitch black. She looked up at him in horror. "Wow! You really do know Sherlock!" 'Sherlock' said with a creepy smile on his face