A/N: A little drabble after Nap. You don't need to read Nine to read this but I'd Suggest you do. Please R/R it would make me so happy :)
Molly sat at her desk, trying to finish some paperwork. The autopsy report was long overdue, and she was desperate to submit it. A distraction hovered behind her, however, in the form of Sherlock Holmes. He was standing, unmoving, watching her every pen stroke. It was driving Molly to the point of distraction, and she found herself unable to focus on her work. She snapped, finally in frustration, and placed her pen on the desk with a click.
"Sherlock, dear," she said as gently as she could, trying to mask her annoyance, "Don't you have a case to work on? I'm sure that I must be boring you to death by now."
Sherlock glanced down at her in concern. "No, no, you're not boring me, darling," he replied, stepping forward a bit to rest his hand on the back of her chair. "But yes, I do have a case… would you mind terribly if I–"
"Please!" Molly interrupted, "Go ahead!" She glanced up at him supportingly, eager for him to leave, but trying to conceal her emotions.
"Okay then," Sherlock replied, "I'll be downstairs if you need me." With that, he left, and Molly was finally left alone. She sighed in relief, and finally set to work in peace. The next few minutes flew by, until suddenly, the baby decided to remind Molly of her presence with a forceful kick. Molly gasped and jerked in surprise, giving herself a papercut in the process. "Ow!" she yelled in surprise.
A crash sounded from the lower floor, and Molly heard Sherlock came racing up the stairs. He opened her study's door with a bang, and began to yell in panic.
"You're bleeding! Are you okay?" he cried as he jumped across the room to her side. "That's it, we're going to the hospital!" Sherlock grabbed Molly and picked her up in his arms, only to realize that she was laughing. "Molly?" he asked in confusion.
She composed herself just enough to speak. "Sherlock, I'm fine, the baby just kicked me, and since it startled me, I jerked and gave myself a papercut. See?" She held up her finger, displaying the small red slice. "Just a papercut. Now will you please put me down so that I can get a bandaid?"
"Yes, of course," Sherlock replied, setting her down as he took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry," he said with a guilty look, "I saw you holding your stomach, and I saw blood, and I just panicked." He looked at the ground, clearly ashamed of his overreaction. Molly lifted his chin and kissed his nose.
"It's okay, love," she assured him. "Frankly, it was hilarious, so if anything, it gave me a good laugh. I love you," Molly said with a smile. Sherlock gave a nervous laugh and smiled back.
"Now," said Molly with a grin, "Let's go downstairs and get a bandaid. You can carry me, if you want?" She suggested with a coy smile.
Sherlock laughed and swooped her into his arms. He carried her down the stairs, with Molly giggling all the way.
~MJS