A/N: New story! I just finished Sherlock and I loved it. I am a huge Sherlolly fan, but I also love JohnLock. I love them both! This is my first Sherlock fanfic so please be nice:) Updates will be weekly, maybe more if you guys review it!

P.S. This might me a little OOC, but not terribly... I don't think...

Chapter One: Morning?

It was only 06:00 when Molly arrived at the doors of St. Barts. The sun had barely risen, but with the thick layer of fog, it was hard to see much. The wind bit her exposed ears as she rushed inside the warm hospital. As soon as she walked through the glass doors, she instantly found relief. The hospital was quiet, only seeing a few people around. Most people don't come in for another two hours.

Molly didn't arrive to work early just to get a head start on work. She was there to see one person. Sherlock Holmes.

She took the lift down into the basement and into the lab, where she knew he would be. She was axious to see him. She wanted to look at him straight in the eyes and scold him for standing her up last night. But she knew she probably wouldn't. It wasn't a huge deal that Sherlock didn't go to her apartment last night, even though he said he would. She understood that Sherlock tended to get sucked into work and lose sight of the time.

She opened the brown swinging door into the lab where she saw him staring down a microscope. She loved the way his nose scrunched whenever he was thinking hard. Molly walked over to Sherlock and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning" She said casually.

"Morning?" Sherlock asked darting his head up from the microscope, "What do you mean morning?" Sherlock frantically checked his watch, then squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that he had messed up. "I…"

Molly could never be mad at him. It was a genine mistake, and Sherlock felt bad about it. "It's okay Sherlock" Molly assured him.

Molly walked over to another lab bench, organizing papers that she had dumped on it yesterday. She felt Sherlock wrap his arms around her waist.

"I really am sorry," he whispered in her ear. It sent shivers down Molly's spine. And she liked it.

Molly tried to play hard-to-get and continued organzing the papers. She wasn't mad, per se, but was fusterated. She felt that she had always come second to Sherlock's work. Maybe even third to John. But Sherlock wanted to make her feel like she was his number one.

"Molly," Sherlock tried again, this time placing a kiss on her neck. Molly tried not to smile and blow her cover. "Do you still love me?" he asked, even though the answer would be yes.

"Oh Sherlock…" Molly though aloud.

"Can you tell me you love me?"

"Of course I love you; it doesn't take a detective to know that!" Molly finally said.

"Good, because I love you too" He said straightening up and turning back into his normal professional posture. He turned around and walked back over to his microscope.

"You need to get some sleep," She observed.

"Sleep? I can function perfectly without sleep,"

"You and I both know that it is not true" Molly put her car keys into her hand. "Go home now"

"Come with me then" Sherlock said smirking, then adding a wink that made Molly's heart soar.

"I'm working"

"But you don't need to be here for another 3 hours. Come with me,"

Molly looked around at all the work that needed to be done, and then looked at Sherlock. His eyes where still staring right into hers. "Okay, but I am driving! You have been up all night!"

It was only eight when Molly woke up again. She heard Sherlock mumble "bugger" in the kitchen. How was he awake again? He was only asleep for an hour and a half at most!

Molly threw on a robe, and ventured into the kitchen. Sherlock stood there trying to turn on her stove with nothing but a white sheet wrapped around her shoulders, which traveled unevenly down to the floor. It was not the first time Molly had seen Sherlock wear a sheet as a toga. Molly usually had two sets of sheet on the bed, one to sleep in and one for Sherlock to steal in the middle of the night, and wear the next morning.

"You know I hate this stove" Sherlock said taking Molly out of her gaze.

"You've only told me a million times…"

"Quite a hyperbole, Dr. Hooper" he smirked again. Just then his phone rang, and Sherlock answered.

"Ah, Mycroft. I was expecting you to check up on me at some point,"

"I have to check up on you since you to stupid things then go MIA. You are my baby brother," Mycroft responded on the other side.

"I am a grown man!" Sherlock nearly shouted. Probably much louder than he needed to. Molly giggled as she watch Sherlock get so fusterated with his brother.

"Grown man or not, I am still older"

"Fine, I am doing fine Mycroft. Is that all you wanted to hear?"

"See? Was that so hard? That is all I want to know. Maybe you can just text me that once in a while. I worry." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I know when you roll your eyes at me Sherlock"

"Lucky guess"

"No, I just know you very well. I need to go into a meeting, but maybe this weekend we could—" Sherlock hung up the phone before Mycroft could respond.

"Did you just hang up the phone on your brother?" Molly asked as Sherlock continued to try to turn the stove on as if nothing happened.

"Just then? Yes. He started to talk to me about this weekend, and I have no interest in seeing him,"

"Why not? He's your brother Sherlock,"

"Because I was planning on spending it all with you"

Well there it is! One chapter down. Like it/hate it? Send me a review and let me know if I should continue or not.