A.N~ Hey guys! I was in the mood for Sherlock, so here we go! I seriously ship Sherlock/Molly so much. In this first chapter, Molly takes care of a wounded Sherlock when she finds him after he gets shot. I hope you guys enjoy this story, if you want to see a specific situation, please write a review and I will try to write it to the best of my skills. I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN ANY OF THESE CHAPTERS. Enjoy!

Ch. 1 Shot and Bleeding

Molly closes her eyes and lays down on her bed, exhausted from work. She had three dead bodies and had to talk with these 2 americans who claimed they were "FBI" or something. (SPN!) She sighs and tugs at her comfy white comforter, pulling it to her chin. She is almost asleep when a sudden gunshot rings out from downstairs, startling her awake. She runs down the stairs, not caring about how cold it is. Molly pulls the door open and freezes when she sees him stumbling towards her.

"Sherlock?!" She exclaims, running for him as he starts to fall towards the pavement. "What happened!?"

"...On a case...Almost caught him..." He tries to explain through ragged breaths. "I'll be alright...I need to go after him.."

"No! You can't! Come inside, I'll take care of you." She says, running him inside. He tries to fight her, but his transport is weakened by the bullet wound.

They stumble up the stairs and Sherlock sits down at Molly's kitchen table. Thankfully his wound is in his shoulder and not anywhere that is embarrassing. Molly runs through her apartment, trying to find her first aid kit. He sighs and looks around her modest kitchen.

"I've never been to your flat before." He states aloud, looking around at the pictures on the walls of her family and past achievements.

"Really?" She says finally finding her first aid kit and running it over to him. She sets the beat up box in front of him and gets a couple of towels. "Can you take off your coat and scarf?"

"Molly-"

"Sherlock." She warns, glaring at him. They maintain stare-off for at least 2 minutes before she tugs off his coat (with difficulty) and his scarf. "Baby." She mutters before tossing the detective's garments aside to deal with later.

"Dear God, Molly." Sherlock ground out through gritted teeth as she pulled out the bullet. "That took forever."

"You're welcome." She replies as she wraps a bandage around his shoulder.

"Thanks to you, that man got away!"

"Oh please. Was John with you?"

"Well, we split up..."

She gives him a pointed look before sighing. "Maybe he caught him."

Before Sherlock can reply, his phone moans. (-dies in the corner-) He opens up the text, and looks it over.

Caught the suspect. Where are you?

-John

Sherlock chuckles before responding.

Molly's. I got shot, but she patched me up. Meet me at the flat in 10.

-SH

"Sherlock?"

He looks up and sees her standing there holding a small bottle of pills. "Here, these will help with the pain."

"Thank you, Molly." He smiles at her before taking her head in his hands and kissing her. She stiffens at first, but slowly relaxes, wrapping her arms around his neck, trapping him in her embrace.

When they both pull back, they are flushed and lightly panting. She looks up at him and smiles.

"What was that for?"

"Thanks for caring for me, Molly." He says, kissing her cheek before leaving her standing there. She looks down and suddenly realizes her Harley Quinn pajamas and turns a deep crimson.

"Well that was embarrassing."