Ok, I have to admit it, I love stories about Sherlock and Molly :)

About the title of this story, the song of Eurythmics did really inspire me. Thanks for reading this short story (and thanks if you also review it ^^). Everything you recognize is not mine.


"Molly, I need to know the results of these experiments on Friday morning. As soon as you arrive at the morgue, send me a text message. This is urgent."

Yeah, she knew what other people could think of this situation. No 'please', no 'thank you'. But hey, that was Sherlock Holmes who was speaking. What could she expect?

Both were standing in front of the hospital's back door, the place where the young woman worked.

It was lunch time, but she stayed at the morgue. Sherlock needed her for his tests, so she agreed to help him. But now he was about to leave, she was thinking of going to this nice restaurant on the corner of the street. They sold delicious takeaway salads.

He was talking about these experiments for at least ten minutes, and what she had to do on Friday morning. She wasn't a stupid girl, she understood what he wanted. But she didn't want to interrupt him. Yes, she was that kind of girl who was too polite to tell someone to stop talking. She loved to listen the others when they wanted to talk, but now that was boring.

However, she was happy to have him in front of her, his beautiful eyes which were looking at her. And this voice. So sweet... Terribly sexy. Oh, did she just think something like that? She wasn't used to have thoughts like that. Well, she had to admit it, she often had 'thoughts like that' about Sherlock. He was so handsome, and so smart. But so rude with people who cared about him.

While he was still talking about the same subject, Molly glanced at the window. Outside, it was raining cats and dogs. She didn't have her cat-print umbrella. It was probably into her huge cupboard. At home. Yes, very useful at home.

The detective made straight for the door, but once he went through it, he didn't close it. He turned his back to her, but it was like he had something to tell her.

Were her hair untidy? Did she have a stain on her top? Or maybe he didn't like her make-up? She didn't expect him to compliment her. He probably had something to criticize. As always.

"And Molly?"

Oh God, how she loved the way he pronounced her name... She was sure that now, her cheeks were red.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

She blinked her eyes twice. Did he say what she thought he said? Wow. That was surprising.

He didn't wait for her reaction, he went outside, and disappeared. It took Molly several minutes to realize. When she made straight for the door in order to have lunch, she was still smiling.

THE END.