A whole three minutes has passed since John mentioned Molly. And it has been a whole three minutes that Sherlock has sat frozen, just staring. John keeps looking around and back at his friend to see if anything has changed. Nope.

"Sherlock?"

"Hmm. No." with his answer Sherlock dashes to the window leaving John to stare at his back.

"No? Sherlock did you just-"

"John you know what I said, why bother asking me again. Why do you people always do that!." trying to ignore the aggravated state his friend is suddenly in John just continues on.

"Okay fine, but why wouldn't you ask molly to assist you on this case? She's helped you before and right now she's your only option."

"I have given you my answer, now think! There must be someone else" Sherlock turns around aggressively and strides to his chair by his laptop and sits facing John. John is quite taken aback by Sherlock's quick change in attitude. There is a brief moment of sielnce until Sherlock snaps his fingers."Anderson!"

"You don't like him"

"He is stupid and annoying. Luckily for him it doesn't take much to help me scan a crowd now does it?" John gets quickly offended as just half an hour ago he was that suppose "help me scan a crowd" man. Sherlock notices the change in John's mood. " I have offended you. Please don't take it personal John."

"No why would I?" John retorts sarcastically, but one look at Sherlock who seems to be upset he immediately regrets it. "Look Sherlock I get that you are upset that I brought Molly up, but that doesn't mean you get to act like a dick." Sherlock changes his face to hide his emotions.

"upset? Why would I be upset that you brought Molly up?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Well there is nothing to tell John because I am not upset." John could clearly tell Sherlock didn't want to talk about his feelings. Naturally he never did. But John knew for some reason Molly Hooper is a touchy subject for the always cool and collected detective. "So Anderson. Do you have his number?"

John quickly snapped out of his train of thought as Sherlock spoke.

"Yeah, but he is away on holiday for two weeks."

"Sally"

"You have been fully present when she's around you right? She wouldn't help you even if you paid her."

"I am afraid you're quite right." Sherlock looked down trying to decide what to do next. John was curious as to why Sherlock was avoiding to get Molly to be his partner for this case. He knew he may regret asking this, but he needed to try to pry it out of his friend.

"Why are you so adamant on it not being Molly?" Sherlock snapped his head up at his friend and sighed.

"Well she was very angry with me at our last encounter."

"Yes, but that has been almost four months..." John trails off lost in thought. "That's why you have been having me go to St. Barts as you're lackey! to pick up all those bloody body parts of yours and to take pictures of bodies. You're avoiding Molly."

"I wouldn't say avoiding John, just giving her-"

"Yes, you are, your scared"

"what?! Don't be ridiculous John" Sherlock tries to cover it with a laugh."I could easily physically over power Molly, if need be."

"No I mean your scared of how she will treat you. You are used to her being sweet and gentle with you. Not the dominant, pissed off woman who slapped you." John starts to laugh. "The Great Sherlock Holmes scared of Molly Hooper" John can't contain his laughter anymore, especially when he sees Sherlock's cheeks turn a bit red, but he quickly composes himself back to neutral.

"I am not scared of Molly Hooper"

"You keep telling yourself that mate. Don't worry every man feels this way when their... a woman is mad at them." Sherlock scowls at John.

"I am not like every man, I will prove to you I am not scared." John leans forward in his chair.

"Oh yeah? How?"

"Molly is going camping with me." and before John can utter another world Sherlock leaped off his chair, grabbed his belstaff and scarf and was out the door. Leaving John all alone in 221B.