I'm not sure why I do this to myself but I've written a short Halloween fic (just three chapters) and just realised that because I am at Sherlocked this weekend I have very little opportunity to post it. So you get the first chapter today, hopefully the second on Friday and then the final chapter on Halloween.

It's a bit fun and smutty so I hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween xx

Chapter 1

John was lucky that Sherlock even remembered his Halloween party. He'd been caught up for most of the day with a case of fraud, helping Lestrade to track down the culprits and figure out just where the jewels had ended up. Just as they were delving into their final lines of questioning an alert went off on Sherlock's phone. He frowned and looked at it.

Don't forget John's party. He needs you there. Mx

It wasn't a text which meant that at some point over the last fortnight Molly Hooper had got hold of his phone and added this in. He couldn't help the slow smile that spread over his face. He pocketed the phone and swung around to face Lestrade.

'Got to go, somewhere to be; I'm sure you can finish this off by yourself.'

'What…you leaving a case?' Greg looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows. 'Shit yes, John's shindig. I suppose I'd better be making tracks myself. I'll just get some stuff finished off here so tell John I might be a little bit late.'

Sherlock hailed himself a cab and stared out of the window watching the cold, wet London streets flash past. It had been six months since Sherrinford and nearly a year since Mary had died. He was finally back in Baker St and after learning about his sister and supporting his parents life was just about returning to normal…whatever normal was for him. It seemed to entail cases with Lestrade, slanging matches in his front room with John and calm afternoons with Molly at Barts. He found himself smiling again and taking a deep, satisfied breath. He'd been thinking about her a lot lately, noticing how genuinely happy she made him feel. She brought a sense of peace to his normally chaotic life and he appreciated that probably more than she realised.

As the cab pulled up outside John's basement flat he gave the driver some money and rolled his eyes at all the pumpkins against the railings and the cardboard skeleton at the window. It looked like John was going all out for this. Sherlock suspected it was all tied up with a nurse that he'd invited from his current surgery. He wasn't the sort of man to be single for long, he needed the validation and the company…ah well, who was he to judge.

It was Molly who opened the door and she cast him a glance from his head down to his feet. He was used to her secretly giving his the once over but this was a little overt for her. He glanced down at himself wondering if he'd spilt something on his suit.

He couldn't help but notice that she looked sexy as hell herself. He had to swallow hard as his eyes trailed over the black corset that pushed up her boobs and narrowed her waist, then to the very short, black, netted skirt over what he suspected were stockings rather than tights. On her feet she had pointed, stiletto, black, ankle boots and there was a witches hat balanced in her hair which was looking particularly wild; in all she looked more attractive than Sherlock could ever remember. Not for the first time he felt lust for her swirling low in his abdomen.

'Have you dressed up at all? Because if you have I can't tell. Come on,' she grabbed his hand and hauled him over the threshold. 'We need to sort something out for you before everyone else arrives.'

She shouted through to John in the kitchen to let him know what they were doing then she led him through to John's bedroom.

'Sit down.' She pointed to the bed and then turned to pick up a plastic bag with some dress up stuff in it. He couldn't help but notice the flash of her stocking tops as she did and he smirked at his correct assumption but then realised his eyes were caught by that delicious hint of pale flesh that quickly disappeared as she straightened back up.

His forehead crinkled as he realised how inappropriate he was being but it only got worse as she turned to him and he found himself eye level with her breasts which were being pushed up and separated by the tight corset. He swallowed again but it felt as though there was no moisture in his mouth and his eyes were still glued to them as she bent a little to start applying make up to his face.

He knew that by now he would normally have pulled back and asked her what she was doing but he just sat there staring at those enthralling mounds of flesh wondering how they would feel under his palms or even better against his tongue. She was talking but he was barely able to listen. What was happening to him? Maybe he was having a stroke.

'We need to keep it simple, haven't got much choice really. Honestly Sherlock I can't believe you forgot to dress up.' He saw her shake her head in his peripheral vision. 'What am I saying? Of course you wouldn't think of dressing up. I should have come around and sorted you out.'

Sherlock frowned, finally tuning in to the conversation, his eyes flicking up to hers which were all smoky and dark and lined with kohl. 'Sorted me out?'

'Yes, with a costume of something. Now keep looking at me.'

He couldn't stop looking at her if he'd tried but she leant closer and he saw her bite her lipstick covered lip as she used the black eye pencil to add kohl to his own eyes. His eyes were taking in every aspect of her face from her shimmery black blusher to just how long her eyelashes were. He found himself wanting to lean forward and kiss her. The feeling was strange but almost overwhelming. Was this attraction? Lust? He couldn't remember it ever being so powerful before though he knew he'd felt it to a lesser extent over the last few months whenever he'd worked with her.

'Are you OK Sherlock? You seem very quiet.'

'J..just thinking about the case I was working on. Wishing I hadn't had to leave it to come here.'

She pulled a couple of lipsticks out of her make up bag and looked at them quizzically before dropping one back in and turning back to him.

'Open your mouth a bit.' He complied and she gently applied the Black lipstick which he knew matched her own.

She carried on chatting to him. 'Well, I'm glad you did. It's good to see John enthusiastic about something for once. I think this girl could be good for him…I don't think it's serious but she might take him out of himself a bit.'

The doorbell rang whilst they were finishing off and Sherlock heard John turning on the party music before no doubt answering it. The sound of voices added to the music and he saw Molly glance at the bedroom door before turning back to him.

'Nearly done. You look very umm…'

He added the word 'ridiculous' just as she said 'sexy' and they laughed a little at the overlap.

'OK, final touch.'

She bent over again and this time when she flashed the tops of her stockings he felt the first pulse of blood to his cock and he hoped this wouldn't take much longer. His trousers were too tight to cover much up and if he pulled his coat onto his lap it would look too obvious.

She was grinning when she turned back around, holding up a pair of devil horns to him. They were attached to a thin, inconspicuous headband.

Gently she positioned them in his hair but her breasts were closer and he could smell her perfume. All he wanted to do was put his hands on her hips and his mouth on her skin so instead he fisted them against the cotton duvet, trying to get his erratic heart under control. He just didn't know why this was so different than their previous interactions.

She stood back when she'd finished and inspected her work. 'I like it. What do you think?'

She moved so he could see himself in the mirror and he had to admit that she'd done quite a good job. His skin was whiter than usual and the black shadowing under his cheekbones made them stand out more. Plus the black kohl and the black lipstick gave him a gothic look which reminded him of his youth when he'd gone through a similar phase.

The red horns curled up above his hair and gave him a wicked edge and he wondered if he didn't feel a little devilish tonight. Maybe he should ravage a maiden and the one stood right in front of him would do nicely.

Before he could act or say anything though she had moved towards the door. 'Come on, we'd best go and help. John will be panicking if we don't.'

She left the room and he sat there for a couple of minutes trying to calm down his physical reactions. His mind was whirling with ideas and images and for once he just didn't have it in him to tamp them down. Instead he closed his eyes and came to an internal decision. He nodded once and then followed her through into the darkened front room which was starting to fill with people. He hated all of it, the people, the music, the noise but he'd promised John so rather than leave he went and got himself a drink and put enough of a scowl on his face that he knew it would out strangers off approaching him. He looked around for Molly but she seemed to have disappeared so he went and stood by the fireplace waiting.

He didn't have to wait for too long. John bustled over to him looking frankly stupid in a costume that was reminiscent of the 1800's. It was complete with a long black cloak, which just made him look shorter and he had full face make up on.

'What on earth are you dressed as?'

John looked annoyed and then rolled his eyes. 'I'm Dracula. Can't you tell by the teeth and the costume?'

Sherlock just looked at him feeling befuddled and John gave a gesture of frustration. 'Don't tell me….you've deleted him.'

'I must have because I haven't heard of him. Anyway what's up? I'm suspecting you haven't come over here to chat.'

'No, I need you to move. What I really don't need is my better looking best mate standing here all moody and sexy leaning against the fireplace and distracting every girl in the room. Go and help Molly with the food or something.'

He'd hissed out his words before smiling and raising a glass to a couple of the other people in the room.

Sherlock huffed but he couldn't say that John's suggestion was an unwelcome one. He grabbed himself another drink and then made his way through to the kitchen annoyed that a couple of other people were in there and happy to see Molly unwrapping cellophane off a plate of biscuits, shaped and coloured like pumpkins.

He glanced at the rest of the table to see most items had a Halloween theme as well as cards citing them as being cheesy bones and spicy, vampire bat wings. As for the drink he was apparently imbibing a blood cocktail but it was tasty enough and made him feel a bit more confident as he approached Molly.

'Oh hey, do you want to help me with these?' She pointed at the covered plates. He didn't particularly want to but he leant over and started taking off the foils and wrappings.

'I'd rather be unwrapping you Molly, you look delicious.'

For a moment she just stared at him but then she burst out laughing. 'Very good, very demon-y. You might need to think of something a bit more evil though otherwise you'll get yourself in trouble with some of the women out there.'

She moved around the table and away from him and he chunnered to himself. He thought that had been quite a good chat up line. He was trying to think of something else when they were both interrupted by Lestrade who seemed to be wearing exactly the same costume as John.

'Hiya, good party. There's quite an impressive turn out. Have you seen Anderson's mummy costume?' Lestrade snorted with laughter. 'He's used toilet paper and it's all coming apart, he's getting very stressed. It's really not helped by people pulling bits off.'

He looked around at both of them laughingly and Sherlock saw his mouth fall open as he took in Molly's appearance.

'Bloody hell Molls, you look…well, you look like sex on a stick. Doesn't she Sherlock?'

Sherlock opened his mouth to agree but Greg ignored him, waving him away. 'What am I saying he won't have noticed will he? Do you fancy a drink?'

Molly was blushing even under her make-up and she nodded as she wandered off with the Detective Inspector leaving Sherlock fuming and jealous in their wake.

Poor Sherlock, it isn't exactly going to plan is it. I hope you like the start, let me know what you think Sherlock should do next xx