Hey, this is my first story so please tell me how I did and if you want to see more. I know it probably has been done before but this is my take on it. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. :(

Boyfriend #1

It was a bright sunny day when Molly met him. She had accidentally locked herself out of her flat, misplaced her spare key, and her usual locksmith was unavailable until noon the next day. With nothing else to do she sighed and reluctantly scrolled through her contacts to call her flatmate.

Clara just sighed when she heard that Molly had locked herself out again.

"I don't know what you expect me to do Molls. This is the third time this month and I can't get off work to come and let you in. You'll have to kill time until my shift is over."

So that was how Molly ended up in the park watching the children play and dreaming about having her own family. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice the man who was standing watching the children until she walked right into him causing the candy he was holding to spill all over the ground.

"I am so so sorry!"

The man stared at the stammering apologetic woman for a moment before the corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. Molly noticed this and she quickly shut up before she embarrassed herself more than she had already.

"I don't believe we've met," he said holding out his hand, "I'm Alphonse, but most people call me Al. And you are...?"

"A Pathologist."

If Molly's face could have gotten redder it would have at that moment.

"No! That's not my name, I mean, I am a pathologist but that has nothing to do with my name does it? But then my Professor would disagree with that. I can hear him say, 'You are always a Doctor Molly. That is why the title comes before your name. It will never change.' Sometimes I miss him so much, but I guess that is what happens when your professor is your father and I'm rambling again. Oh my goodness this is so embarrassing."

Alphonse was laughing when Molly stopped but he was quick to try to disguise the fact.

"So you are Molly?"

She nodded.

That was the beginning; he invited her for an ice cream along with himself and his daughter, they exchanged numbers, and plans were made for dinner on Saturday.

Molly and Alphonse had been dating for three weeks when he met Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock felt that she needed to be at the morgue so he could access a specific corpse. Usually Molly wouldn't mind except for the fact that she was on a date and it had been going really well.

It was after dinner and the cinema, and Alphonse and Molly were at a coffee shop talking. They were exchanging horror stories from work when Sherlock casually strolled into the shop. Molly glanced at him puzzled when he made a beeline over to their table.

"Molly, I need a you to get me access to a body."

"Sherlock," she sighed, "I am not working tonight, and if you haven't noticed I am on a date. Which means that you need to ask Dan to let you in. I'm busy."

Sherlock looked surprised and a strange look crossed his face, a look that Molly did not like.

"Molly, I understand and I apologize," Sherlock said, " Would you introduce me to your date?"

"I'm Alphonse. Molly has told me a lot about you Sherlock I'm almost unsure if she likes me more than you."

"Nice to meet you Alphonse. Have you been out of prison long?" Sherlock enquired casually.

Things quickly deteriorated from there; Alphonse was offended with Sherlock's words and decided to throw a punch, Sherlock retaliated and Alphonse was propelled out the window.

Sally Donovan was estatic that Sherlock had been involved in a physical altercation when she arrived on the scene. The satisfaction radiating off of her seemed to grow however, when Molly proceeded to slap Sherlock when her boyfriend was arrested for skipping parole. Sherlock didn't understand what she was so upset about and said as much as he was put in the back of the police cruiser.

"You are so dumb Sherlock," Sally said, "I wouldn't expect her to post your bail anytime soon." She grinned and drove off, it had been a good day.

A/N: This hasn't been Brit-picked and I am not British so all mistakes are mine.