Authors Note: Hello. This is my first time writing a Fan fiction. Ever. Not just a Sherlock one. I am extremely nervous but also very much excited. I hope you guys like it. And review if you want to. Tell me what you liked and what you didn't like. Trust me, the things you didn't like are probably the things I didn't like and wanted to change but didn't know how.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own none of these characters. Even though I would very much like to.

Chapter One.

Molly sat at her desk in the morgue and stretched uncomfortably. She had just finished examining a body. It had taken longer than she thought it was going to take and she was more than ready to go home. She glanced at the clock. She moaned in displeasure as she read 1 am and thought about the fact that she hadn't fed her cat since yesterday. She gathered her stuff as quickly as she could in her sleep deprived state and started heading for the door. She was more than half way there when the double doors opened in a hurry and before she knew it she was standing face to face with Sherlock Holmes. He started rambling on about a new case. A dead body of a young girl. High society type. Quiet interesting and very important, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the case. He was in need of her assistances, of course. He didn't wait for her response as he quickly walked past her and waited for the men to bring in the new body.

"I can't help you Sherlock." Molly said quietly.

"What?" Sherlock's confused icy glare was on her.

She hated when he looked at her like that. It was like she was the most disagreeable thing on this universe. She felt very little as she said, "I can't help you with this case Sherlock. I need to go home."

"I am sure you are very tired Molly. But as I said this case is very important and seemed at first glance rather interesting. I am quite certain that you would want to help out." Sherlock's voice and face expressions changed as he said this. A bit nicer and far more polite. Molly knew he was trying to use her. She was the best at what she did. But she simply could not help him this time. She had plans. Family plans. And she mustn't interrupt family plans. Not even for the Sherlock Holmes.

"I am sorry Sherlock but I have to go home. I have to leave early tomorrow morning…" Her eyes widened with realization, "and I haven't even packed yet. Ugh, I really must be going." She started to turn when he called out to her.

"Packed? Where do you have to go tomorrow? And why do you have to pack?" Sherlock asked with the most perplexed look on his face.

"I have to go home." Molly searched for the right words to explain the situation she was in, "Home as in where I grew up. My mother sort of needs me right now." Molly shuddered at the thought of having to see her mom. When she glanced at Sherlock she knew he was studying her. She was sure he already knew that she hated the idea of having to go see her mother so she gave him a small smile and said, "I would love to stay and help you with this case…" She paused a moment, not sure if she could continue. She took a deep breath and finished her statement, "I would tell myself I would just start it out for you tonight then I would go home and be on my merry way. But we both know I couldn't do that. I wouldn't be able to leave the case once I started it. I would want to stay and help until the murderer was caught. I mustn't get absorbed in a case when I have family matters to attend to."

He nodded as if understanding her situation, "How long will you be gone?"

"I asked for a week off, but told them it may take longer."

"Would it be rude of me to ask what is going on?"

That caught her off guard. Why would he want to know that? It was so personal. Well, not that personal actually. Asking someone why they are taking off work was not that unusual. Especially if that person hardly took a day off. But for Sherlock it was. Defiantly if he wasn't getting anything out of it. She wasn't a complete nitwit; she knew Sherlock was only nice to her when he needed something. He only said exactly what he needed to say to get her to do whatever it is he wanted her to do. He didn't say or ask anything more than necessary. "No it's not rude. It's just… some things I'd rather not talk about. You know? What am I talking about? Of course you know. You are the most secretive person I have ever met. Anyways, Bye Sherlock. I'll see you when I see you." Then she gave him a sort of a wave and went on home.

"Goodbye Molly Hooper," Sherlock said quietly as he watched her walk out. He was not expecting that. He knew she was most likely going to say no at first but he would have found some way to convince her to stay. He would have used a little charm and won his way with her, like he did every other time. She would have stayed until it was almost time for her to return again the next morning. But her not helping is not what he was expecting.

He knew that Molly would have stayed if she didn't have any prior engagements but it still upset him that she wasn't there to work on the case with him. Ever since she had helped him fake his death and lied to everyone to keep it hidden he has felt this overpowering need to be kinder to Doctor Molly Hooper. Besides if he was honest with himself he really did enjoy her company. She was starting to stutter less and seemed to be more comfortable with him than she used to be.

He shook his head. He had work to be done. This case wasn't going to solve itself. This is why he always believed emotions and feelings just weren't for him. They kept him from his real love: solving crimes.