Hey guys! I'm gonna try Sherolly this time... Please tell me what you think, i love reading reviews! I do not own any Sherlock characters, sadly. If i did we probably would be in much less pain as a fandom. Thank you for reading! :) There will be more chapters very soon, do not fret.

Sherlock sank down into his chair with a sigh. John and Mary are on their Honeymoon. How dull. He just couldn't understand why they would want to go The Florida Keys for a vacation. He had been to Florida, He knew what it was like. Florida in the summer was hot, humid, and rainy. Basically his idea of what hell was like. But Mary set her mind to it and off John went, promising to be back in three weeks. He huffed loudly and decided to stop thinking about it and watch some telly.

Half an hour later Sherlocks phone buzzed. A text from Lestrade. Hmm, a case. He started to read it.

"Boring"

"Boring"

"Bor- MURDER!"

"Be there in twenty mins. SH"

Sherlock dashed to his room to get dressed and was out the door in five minutes. He was about to hail a cab but stopped. Something was missing... Oh right, John. What was he going to do? He has to have someone with him... Ah! Molly! It was her day off, he could ask her to come with him, she only lived a couple blocks away.

Sherlock hailed a cab and gave the directions to Molly's flat.

Molly yawned. It was 10 a.m. Good, she slept in. She got up and went to the kitchen. "Good morning Smokey" she cheerfully greeted her cat. "Time to eat."

She was just finishing breakfast when she heard frantic knocking at the door.

"Sherlock!? What are you doing here?" She asked as he walked in.

"Get dressed, I need your help." He said as he picked Smokey up and sat on the couch with him.

"What do you need my help with?"

"A case. You don't mind, do you?"

Molly sighed. She couldn't say no to Sherlock. He was playing with Smokey and meowing at him, how can she resist that?

"Ok, Sherlock. Give me a few minutes."

"mmffk" Was his cat muffled reply.

Ten minutes later they were headed for the crime scene.

The cab was too quiet, Sherlock thought. Maybe he could start up a conversation.

"Sooo, how's Tom?" He asked awkwardly.

"We broke up." Molly replied with a more cheerful tone than what you would expect from someone who broke up with their to-be husband.

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat. Why was that? He wondered.

"Oh, I'm, uh.. sorry."

"Oh no, it's ok. He just wasn't my type. I just wish I had realized it sooner."

"So.. you're single?"

"Yes, Sherlock, I am." She said with one of her pretty little smiles.

Sherlock could not figure out why he felt like this.

Finally they arrived at the crime scene. Lestrade greeted them.

"You're late!' Lestrade exclaimed. "You're never late."

"Well today I am."

"He had to pick me up." Molly said. "But we're mostly late because i had to tear him away from my cat."

Lestrade laughed and Sherlock gave Molly a glare. But it quickly subsided because she was laughing too. She has a nice laugh- wait, what? Where did that come from? He shook his head and pried his eyes off her lips.

"Well" He said, "Are you going to show us the body or what?"

"Ok Sherlock. This way." Lestrade chuckled as he went under the yellow tape.

Molly noticed Sherlock genuinely smiled at her as he lifted the tape for her to go under. She lightly brushed her hand on his back like a small thank you as she went through. Sherlock tensed but then hesitantly put his hand on her back as a return of the gesture.

God was his heart beating fast.