Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Just a romantic story about Sherlolly.

Chapter 1

Molly was performing an autopsy on a young murder victim whenever the door opened. She did not look up at the unannounced visitor; she just continued with her work. A minute later Molly felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She gasped a little at the contact and turned around. She was now face-to-face with Sherlock Holmes. He looked as desirable as ever with his curly dark hair, light eyes, and signature Belstaff coat. Molly took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. This made Sherlock smirk. As soon as she saw that smirk she braced herself for the worst. That smirk was usually associated with his cruel deductions.

"What are you doing here, Sherlock?" Molly asked shyly.

Sherlock just glanced down at her. She could tell that he had not slept in a couple days, but that was normal for him. He started to speak, and then closed his mouth. He did this several times. "This seems to be the only time that I have not figured things out," Sherlock responded quietly, his voice lower than normal.

"W-what do you mean?" His appearance began to frighten Molly. Had Moriarty came back? Or some other criminal mastermind?

Sherlock sensed the change in Molly. He may not understand much of human emotion, but he could identify fear. He had seen it countless times and he had experienced it little now...for a completely different reason. "There is no danger like that, Miss Hooper. I can assume you of that," he said quietly. His hand twitched and he suddenly felt the need to comfort her, to relieve her fear. He reached out and gently pulled a surprised Molly into his arms. She was tense at first as her face laid against his chest before relaxing. Even through his thick coat she could feel the frantic beating of his heart.

"Then why are you afraid, Sherlock? Your heart is beating like crazy. Something has you worked up. What is it?" He leaned down and nuzzled the top of her head.

"You," he whispered. Molly immediately froze. Had he really said what she had heard? Could she, little Molly Hooper. have the Sherlock Holmes worked up? She did not have a lot of time to think about this before her face was tilted up by Sherlock's long and delicate fingers. Molly thought she'd die and go to heaven when her lips met his surprisingly firm ones.