"So, naturally, he'll be found at a very public area as to rid himself of suspicion. Little does he know, we're on to him," Sherlock grinned at Molly in the back of the cab. He had taken her on another case and she had been happy to oblige but the elephant in the room still stood. The air was a heavy veil of tension. She gave him a wistful smile in reply and turned her head back to look out the window.
Sherlock hadn't a clue what was wrong. He was trying very hard to woo Molly and get back into her good graces after the little game Eurus put them through. He flirted; at least he thought he did. It wasn't dissimilar to that of the time she solved crimes with him when he returned from a two year hiatus. But then again, there was always something Sherlock missed; always one little thing that put him off balance. Oh, he realized.
"Molly?" Sherlock asked, concern lacing his rich baritone voice.
"Hmm?" she replied, still staring out the window. This will not do, Sherlock thought. He took her small hands in his gloved ones. This caused her to finally look up at him.
"I'm sorry," Sherlock told her, raw emotion peeking in his eyes.
"Sherlock, it wasn't your fault. You did what had to be done to save me. Thank you," Molly responded offering a small smile as if to tell him I'm okay.
"Yes, well, I haven't been clear about my intentions of inviting you to come along with me today," Sherlock began. "Molly, I think—no—I know I'm in love with you and I'm terrified. I am…out of my element." She was silent for what felt like forever. He was growing more afraid by the minute. "Molly, please say something." His voice was a whisper.
She still said nothing, but tentatively caressed his cheek with her hand, her eyes wide. Slowly, Molly scooted closer and lifted her head to capture his lips ever so gently. They both tasted their longing for one another with each soft brush of their lips. It was, if anything, a real eye opening moment for Sherlock. It was then he knew that he did not ever want to lose this feeling. He no longer felt terrified, but safe in the arms of the woman who mattered most. His Molly.
"Eh, so you two gettin' out or what?" the cabbie asked. They broke the kiss, laughing to themselves. Sherlock paid the fare.
"Come on," Molly said, lacing her fingers through his, "let's go catch a criminal."