Title: Slowly

AN: My third fanfic and it's going to be multiple chapters, so please give me reviews. English is not my first language by the way, so if you find this story difficult to read I'm really sorry.

Disclaimer: Sherlock's not mine. Even Molly.

The Beginning

People say that Sherlock Holmes is not a human. He's practically a machine who just thought about solve the puzzle and boast about his genius mind. A Sociopath. So that means there's no space for everyone in his heart, when practically he doesn't has a heart.

But, rarely people knows that he actually has a heart. He just doesn't give it to all of people. He's so selective by the way, only gave his heart for some people who you can count by your fingers. Who he can always counted.

First is Mrs. Hudson. She's practically just an old woman who kindly accepts him to live in her house. But that little kindness can be counted as big matter according to Sherlock habits that can just easily accepted by other people. Sherlock loves her by the way. Although he always treat her like a housekeeper, that's just his way to show her that he aware of her presence. He loves when she's around because he can feel the warm vibe that radiates from her. The vibe that he can't get from his mom.

Second is John. Never had he imagined that he can get a friend, a trully friend, like him. He doesn't scared or piss when he deduced him. Otherwise, he thought that he was brilliant. He never had a compliment like that, even from his brother.

John's also very loyal. He can trust him. John's really appreciate justice and honesty, so there's no way that he can betrayed him. He's also reminds him when he has done something terrible. He can count on John.

Also Lestrade. It's not a good bound like he had with Mrs. Hudson or John. It simply just respect. He knows that Lestrade respect him, one that usually other people refused to give to him.

And then there's Molly Hooper. Sherlock can't say a thing about her. Not in a good way. For him, she's so strange. She's really kind, or he rather refer it as so-easy-to pleased-so-he-can-get-what-he-want, to give him access to mortuary, even assist him when he needed. She always smile at him, and look at him with her big brown eyes. It sparked, he noticed that.

He thought her like some kind of pet. Like a dog maybe. You can ask her to go to there!, go to here!, take that! Bring it here! etc, and she end up doing what you ask from her. Simply, she's a dog. His pet.

And for that, he gave her his heart too. Not as big as Mrs. Hudson or John, but it's bigger than Lestrade's.