Molly was not normally a vindictive person, nor one that would wish harm upon anyone, but she took a perverse pleasure in performing the autopsy of one James Moriarty, herself.

It would seem that D.I. Greg Lestrade took the same pleasure in watching as she did her work on the same Moriarty.

They were both glad that the man responsible for the downfall of their friend, Sherlock Holmes, was now dead. Even if Molly was the only one that knew that the world's only consulting detective wasn't really dead, but was hiding while working towards disabling Moriarty's gang, to protect his friends. Sherlock had explained after his body had been whisked into the morgue, how Moriarty had placed people to watch John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade, and that their lives had been in danger if he had not actually gone through with killing himself even after Moriarty had committed suicide.

A few months after Sherlock's apparent suicide, Molly met Wallace Williams. Molly couldn't believe her luck in meeting such a man that was interested on dating her. A month later they were seeing each other almost everyday, and on the days that they couldn't get together, they would talk on the phone.

Two weeks ago, Sherlock had returned from the dead, and Sherlock, John, and Lestrade picked up their friendship, almost where it left off, with the addition of Molly to the group, well once the doctor and the policeman got their anger about Sherlock's keeping his death secret from them (which didn't really take them very long once they heard the whole story).

Greg and John had already met Wallace and they seemed to like the man, as far as she could tell, they haven't said anything negative about him to her at any rate. Molly was dreading the time when Wallace would meet Sherlock.

She knew that the consulting detective would pick apart everything that he saw about her boyfriend, and he would tell her the good and the bad…especially the bad. John told her once that he told her these things about the other men in her life to try to save her pain later, that in his own strange way, he was trying to help her. She had to admit that with a few of the boyfriends that he had shed a not so nice light on, she would have been more hurt if things had gone on longer, and then found out that she had been lied to through other means. And by a few, she means all.

A couple of days later, Wallace ends up standing her up one too many times, in Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock looks to John when they see Molly sitting in the lab, tears starting to fill her eyes. They both could tell that she had just gotten off the phone with Wallace and even John could see that the man had called off another date with Molly. Third in about a week.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John, questioningly. John nodded his head, held a hand out indicating Molly, and said, "Go ahead."

Sherlock then begins his 'rant' as he deduces Wallace. "Molly, Wallace is not as he seems to be," Sherlock began, and Molly instantly regretted having introduced the two men the day before.

"Wallace has only been pretending to be the man that you think he is. He has not been as committed to you as you think he has led you to believe. When he came into your office the other day, he had some hairs on his shoulder that in ho way was a match to your's. Too long, and too blonde. Also, there was a smear of lipstick just inside the edge of pink, and one that I highly doubt you would wea…"

Sherlock didn't get a chance to finish his observations from the shock of feeling Molly's hand slapping him across the face.

"HOW DARE YOU?! Is there something wrong with me being happy with my life?! Every time I start to feel everything start to fall into place in my personal life, you start to say those awful things again and ruin it for me! Not this time Mr. Sherlock Holmes! I will NOT let you RUIN this for me!"

Then the small pathologist turned on John, "And you! How could you let him say those things?!"

"Molly," Sherlock started, and when she spun around to look at him, anger still flaring in her eyes, he flinched, half expecting her to slap him again. "Molly, I DO want you to happy, buy in the long run, Mr. Wallace Williams will not be the one to make you happy. As well as in the short term it would seem by the tears that were in your eyes when we entered. He will only continue to hurt you."

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Molly yelled, tears rolling down her cheeks. Then something occurred to her, "Why did you wait? Why didn't you say something when you met him the other day?"

Sherlock, gently gripped her upper arm with one hand, and used his other to brush away the tears, from one eye with the back of his fingers, and from the other with his thumb. Then he gripped her other arm as well, to keep her in place before him. "Molly, I did not say anything then, because I could not properly deduce that the hair and the lipstick pointed directly towards him seeing another woman, it could also have been a family member, so I said nothing, until I learned more. I could see that you were happy with him, and like I said, I wish you to be happy."

"Then what told you they were the signs of there being another woman?" Molly asked after a few moments, having been taken back at the emotions in Sherlock's eyes.

John then explained that they passed Wallace leaving the hospital the day before, and how they heard him on his mobile phone, about having a few girls being strung along, or at least that was what John had thought he had heard, but he hadn't been totally sure. When he turned to ask Sherlock about it, he was gone. I had barely finished turning around and continuing into the entrance when I received a text from Sherlock to say nothing to you, if I saw you while I was inside, visiting Mary."

Molly narrowed her eyes and looked at Sherlock. "What happened, Sherlock?"

"Obviously I confronted the man."