So, just as Molly is bored at the start of this story so was I, which was why I wrote it...it just seemed to develop of its own accord. Anyway, it's not a long fic probably three chapters, maybe four. Just a bit of fluff leading to eventual smut...well, you know my style :). I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Molly was bored. Not just bored but dissatisfied as well. She wanted something to do but not the actual housework that was waiting for her or the trip to the charity shop to drop off some items that she had been meaning to do for two weeks. Instead she found herself sat on her settee staring at her iPad as she trawled her way in an endless loop through her emails, Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr.

She could have read a book but instead she'd played ten rounds of online solitaire whilst feeling vaguely guilty that she wasn't doing anything that was actually worthwhile.

She made it to early evening having achieved not much at all when she decided enough was enough and she sent a Facebook message to her friend Meena, at least she thought that was who she was writing to. She'd completely forgotten about clarifying some autopsy details with Sherlock and that therefore his was the name at the top of the list.

God I'm so bored. I've managed to do sweet fuck all today and I need to get out for a bit and let my hair down. Do you fancy getting pissed and seeing if there are any good men to pick up?

Then she went and had a quick shower knowing that Meena wasn't the fastest responder and so it was ten minutes later, wrapped in a towel, that she logged back onto her iPad happy to see there was a response waiting.

I can't say as I fancy picking up men but on the basis that I too am bored getting 'pissed' as you put it sounds different enough to be worth a go. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes.

It took Molly a couple of minutes of reading and rereading before she finally realised that the reason it didn't sound much like Meena was because it wasn't her it was Sherlock. Her hand immediately shot up and covered her mouth as she looked at her iPad in horror.

'Shit, shit, shit.' She sounded so distressed that even Toby glanced up from his resting place on his favourite chair. Then she glanced at the time he'd sent it and let out a another barrage of swear words as she realised he'd be there in just over fifteen minutes.

Molly swore she had never dressed, dried her hair and put on her make up so fast. She hadn't had a chance to worry about her outfit or what he may think of it. She'd just grabbed her new dress and slung it on along with her trusty black heels, the ones she always wore on a night out because they made her legs look longer but were still comfy enough to walk in should she need to.

She was just starting on her mascara when there was a knock at the door. His knock, she'd recognise it anywhere even though he didn't come round that often.

She gathered up the eyeliner and make up brush from her lap and managed to unlock the door without dropping anything only for her heart to stutter in her chest as she took in his appearance. He was in a black suit with a dark blue shirt and for some reason he was unshaven which, God help her, made him look even more devastatingly gorgeous than normal. Her stutter returned with a vengeance.

'H..hi...I...erm...I just need to finish up and I'll be ready. Come in for a minute...is the cab waiting?'

He followed her in casting his gaze around the small flat. 'Yes, but don't worry I've paid him to wait with the promise of more if he does.'

Molly sat back down and tried to concentrate on not smearing mascara all over her face. She was conscious of Sherlock moving around the room touching the odd item here and there. It made her nervous, she hadn't even thought of, let alone had time to tidy up.

'I have to say Molly I was surprised to hear from you. Asking me to come out drinking with you...well, it's been years since you last asked.'

Molly frowned and then realised he must be talking about the time she'd asked him out for coffee. Bastard...he'd known all along what she meant.

She snorted in a slightly unladylike manner. 'Not half as surprised as I was when you said yes. You must be really bored.' She thrust her mascara and mirror back into her make up bag and stood up. 'Right, I'm ready. Where do you fancy going or shall I choose?'

She picked up her bag and headed out, locking up behind them both.

'I think you'd better suggest somewhere. John wasn't overly impressed with my choices for the stag night and he even said the night club had been inappropriate whatever that meant...so, where to?' He opened the cab door and helped her in before climbing in next to her. She couldn't help but notice that he sat closer to her than she would have expected, their knees were almost touching, but given that she had never actually shared a cab with him before she put it down to his normal cab behaviour.

'I'm not bothered about going into town so how about one of the new bars on Chelsea High St?'

Sherlock shrugged and directed the cabbie to pick one and then he settled back in his seat and looked at Molly appraisingly.

'You're dress is surprisingly well fitted for you and very short. It's also brand new and you bought it in the hopes it would attract a man. It's not your normal style though so maybe you're trying to attract someone a little different; not your normal sociopath.'

He gave her a smile as he looked sideways at her and she couldn't help but smile back as she ran her hands over the dress, smoothing it down. 'Sounds about right but do you think it will work?'

'No.'

Molly blushed and felt her mood sink a little. 'Um...why?'

Sherlock looked straight ahead as he answered. 'I think you're likely to just end up attracting your normal sociopath.'

Molly frowned and let out a quiet 'oh' as she tried to work out what exactly he might have meant but before she could they pulled up outside a very brightly lit place which seemed to be completely made up of glass and polished wood. Molly would have felt very out of place had she not been walking in on the arm of Sherlock Holmes, eligible bachelor extraordinaire. He just seemed to exude money and confidence and she felt a little of it rub off on her. She was acutely aware of his hand low on her back as he guided her to the bar and she had to repress a shudder of desire.

'So, how pissed do you want to get Molly? Are we talking double vodka or a glass of wine?'

Molly most definitely needed some Dutch courage so she went with the double vodka adding a splash of lime and soda whilst Sherlock ordered himself some whiskey. They clinked glasses and took a sip and then looked around to see if there was somewhere to sit.

Given it was nearly nine on a Friday night the place was quite busy but they finally found a small leather settee in the corner where they could sit down together.

'So come on Molly, I haven't been able to deduce it. Why did you ask me out tonight?'

She giggled. 'Honest truth?' He nodded.

'I didn't. I thought I'd messaged Meena not you. But then you replied and well...we're friends... I mean we are aren't we?'

He narrowed his eyes. 'Yes, of course we are. Why would you think otherwise?'

'I don't know. I mean, you're not always the easiest person to read.'

'Aren't I?' He leant a little closer and Molly got a sudden waft of his cologne. It made her mouth water and she found herself looking at his lips as he spoke. 'You'd be amazed by how easily you seem to read me...and you're the only one. No one ever sees me like you do Molly.'

She looked up into his eyes and saw the pupils dilate just before the lights in the bar dimmed and music came over the loud speakers. Thankfully they were far enough away from the speakers that it didn't really affect their conversation but Molly could feel the beat of the bass vibrating seductively through her whole body.

'Question is though Sherlock why did you say yes? I mean a night out drinking doesn't really seem your thing.'

'I told you in my message I was bored. This seemed a better option than shooting up.'

He laughed at Molly's horrified expression.

'Joke. I'm joking.'

She swatted him on the arm. 'That's not funny Sherlock. Don't think I don't know about you almost overdosing at New Year because I do.'

He rolled his eyes. 'I see John blabbed. He was a little het up about it.'

'And with good cause. You could have died. I..' Her voice caught in her throat and she had to pause for a moment before she could go on. 'I don't think I could cope if anything happened to you.'

She risked a glance at him and saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat looking almost guilty. Then he sat up suddenly catching the attention of one of the members of staff.

He pointed to their empty glasses and ordered another round of drinks before passing over twenty pounds and telling him to keep the change. As the young lad made his way through the crowd Molly turned to Sherlock in confusion. 'I don't think they do table service in here...you have to queue at the bar.'

'Pfft queuing...queuing is boring. Why would I? Anyway, you can get most people to do anything for the right amount of money. See...' He waved his hand towards the lad who was returning with their drinks on a small tray. He took the empty glasses and replaced them with the full ones and told Sherlock to let him know if he needed any more.

Sherlock picked up his drink and sat back. After a moment he turned to her. 'I'm sorry Molly. I...I'm not used to people caring whether I live or die. My life has always been my own to do with as I please without thought or consideration for anyone else...but I find myself wanting to be better...for you.'

'Oh...umm..well thank you, I think.' Molly took a sip of her second double vodka and she could feel the alcohol starting to buzz through her veins making her feel a bit braver than she normally did which was probably why she leant forward and put her hand on his jaw drawing her fingers along his stubble. 'So, what's with the more relaxed look? It's not often I've seen you unshaven like this.'

It was only as she reluctantly pulled her hand away that she realised what an intimate gesture it had been. She was surprised he'd tolerated it and not sent some scathing remark her way.

'Yes, well it seems Mrs Hudson is on strike and hasn't done any shopping for me for a couple of weeks. I've been surviving on take away food but it seems my toiletries are running out and all my razor blades are now unusable.'

Molly giggled. 'So, why haven't you done your own shopping or made up with her?'

He huffed and went off into a little tirade about how busy he was and how tedious day to day living was until Molly was feeling thoroughly sympathetic to Mrs Hudson's viewpoint.

She put her hand on his arm grabbing his attention. 'Maybe, if it's all so tedious, you should be more grateful to Mrs Hudson for doing it all for you. I recommend a bunch of flowers and an honest thank you and I'm sure she'll be back to helping you out. You're always so wrapped up in your own head and you forget that we normal people need a bit of appreciation.'

He gave her a slow smile. 'Is that what you need then Molly? Some appreciation...and how would you like me to show you my gratitude?'

With anyone else Molly would have said he was flirting but this was Sherlock. She was trying to formulate an answer when his phone rang. He dug it out if his pocket and sighed. 'It's Lestrade. I'll take it outside, it's too noisy here. Back in a minute.' With that he was gone.

Please let me know how you're enjoying it so far and I'll be back in a day or so with the next instalment.