Sherlock sat in his empty flat staring at no place in particular. Since admitting to the world that he was still alive, he had been having quite a lot of fun getting back into the groove of solving crimes. Molly had helped tremendously, but he had found himself feeling what he could only describe as discontentment at the fact she had a serious boyfriend now. She didn't like him anymore? He found that hard to believe and it made him feel even more lonely then he already did. John was not ready to be back on speaking terms yet. He knew he would come around but maybe the surprise of it all had been too much on him. He was such a kind heart anyway. He felt bad now for not telling him what he was going to do. But he really thought it would be for the best at the time.

Now here he was sitting alone, no one to annoy or boss around, Mrs. Hudson gone to visit some relatives for the week after he nearly gave her a heart attack when coming home. He was unbearably bored. And thoughts of Molly just seemed to keep popping into his brain interrupting thoughts. Why was she getting to him like this all of a sudden? Surely he wasn't…jealous of her new guy? No of course not, that's a stupid thought. She had every right to find someone and be happy.

But he could make her happy too…

He jumped up and decided to get dressed and go to the lab to run a few tests he had been putting off. He just didn't feel like facing Molly while they were both there. What if he said something stupid? Oh what did it matter? He had to go see her, maybe then the annoying thoughts would go away. He threw his coat on and walked out to catch a cab.

When he arrived at the hospital, he walked in to the lab and right passed her to sit down at a table with a microscope. She didn't pay him much mind and seemed to be very busy writing out some kind of report. He tried to keep busy and keep his mind focused…but his eyes kept wandering over to her. Her hair looked different today…

Before he could stop himself, he was full blown staring at her. She must have felt his eyes on her because she glanced up at him and did a double take when she saw his eyes on her.

"Everything okay?" She asked innocently.

He stared a second longer then briskly turned back to his work. He knew she was looking at him, perhaps waiting for an answer to her question, but he remained quiet.

Lunch time came and Molly wrapped up what she was doing to go grab a sandwich from the cafeteria. She stood and wrote down a few last second notes on the report she had been working on, then turned. She gasped in surprise when she found Sherlock was standing directly in front of her, arms behind his back, tall frame looking down at her.

"You've curled your hair." He said simply.

"I didn't hear you come over," She laughed, "You scared me."

"Why have you curled your hair?" He stood not breaking eye contact.

"Oh, I'm meeting Tom for dinner after work and wouldn't have time to do it before we met." She replied quietly. She looked around a little confused then tried to slide sideways to get around Sherlock, but he quickly placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her against the table. She slowly looked up at him. His gaze was unlike she had ever seen…almost like he was trying to stare into her very soul.

"Sherlock…we…" But she trailed off and couldn't remember what she was even going to say. His face was so close…he smelled amazing and his curvy lips looked so delicious…

"We what?" he said quietly, keeping the same straight face he had had on the entire time. He couldn't help but torment her a bit. He hated to admit it to himself but…he was having fun. She continued to look at his lips and he saw her intentions and moved very quickly back over to his table as though nothing had happened.

Molly stood rooted to the spot for a good half a minuet before she finally seemed to recompose herself. Sherlock was absolutely and utterly pleased with himself. He could get used to this…

"I'll just go…and…" She cleared her throat and smoothed her shirt out, "Get some…food…"

She practically ran out of the lab. Sherlock watched the door close behind her and laughed in spite of himself, leaning back over his work.