A long time ago. He used to look at me, not for long of course...but he did. He would see me and it was nice. Of course every thing was done under the quiet, private curtains of a random apartment that he would always somehow unlock. We were anonymous. We were silent. But most importantly, we were one.

Outside of these random affections we almost never spoke and that kind of hurt, but I could always make him pay for that behind our closed doors. Actually, there were two times that he showed public affection.

The first was a rainy afternoon, it being London and all, and he was in his "mind palace". I had walked into the lab with the results from the DNA testing of a hair he had found. I quietly slid the clipboard to him, not wanting to bother him. He slowly rose out of his seat and walked over to me. His hands went under my lab coat as he gave me a light kiss. "Thank you, Molly." He had whispered. Back to his seat he went, sighing and reading the clipboard. I left saying nothing.

The second time, I was talking to one of the some other lab worker on a water break. His name was Bryan, new guy, dark blonde hair, and dark green eyes. Somehow or another we had gotten on the subject of relationships. He asked if I was single. My mouth was slightly ajar, not knowing what to say. I was about to say "It's complicated," when I felt a hand wrap around my waist. "No," he said with a piercing stare. Bryan apologized and left. I asked him why he said that. He didn't make any eye contact with me. He mumbled something about Bryan being addicted to meth and that was that.

What I had with Sherlock Holmes, you must understand was not simple and can not be undone. He has made his mark on me and ever since, I have tried to make him come back for more. This is how I, Molly Hooper, somehow in an un-explainable way had a somewhat, almost relationship with the Sherlock Holmes.