It had been three months since Sherlock's bad haircut and his hair had once again returned to its usual dark, curly mop look. John had stopped showing everyone the picture and gloating about how ridicules it looked and it had mainly been forgotten. Obviously John could not completely let it go, he would still bring it up when he was annoyed at Sherlock and rather surprisingly Sherlock would get all defensive about it. John had finally found something Sherlock was embarrassed about so he could not drop it entirely.

It was Molly who was now sat in the morgue with a bad haircut. Sherlock was trying to get evidence for a case he was working on; a hairdresser was somehow dying people's hair with a new chemical which would kill them over a matter of weeks. So naturally he needed someone to go undercover and spy out what was going on. Molly booked in for just a trim so she would not run the risk of getting the poison unfortunately the hairdresser was not in fact qualified and it was all a rouse. Molly ended up coming out with a very lopsided haircut looking like she had cut it herself while drunk. Safe to say, it was not a good look.

The worst part for Molly was that Sherlock was due to come into the morgue at any minute to ask her about what she found whilst she was in there. Molly could remember how when she saw Sherlock's bad haircut she had burst out laughing, only now did Molly begin to feel awful about that. If she had laughed at his bad haircut what was he going to do when he saw hers? He certainly isn't known for his kindness of subtlety. The longer she sat there hunched over her paper work the worse she felt, she had various scenarios running through her head about exactly how cruel he was going to be.

As Molly glanced up at the clock she realised she had two minutes before she could leave, so she began packing her things away. Molly had set an appointment with her regular hairdresser for straight after her shift so that she could get her hair sorted out. She was lucky to get one due to it being so near Christmas. It looked as if Molly was going to be lucky in avoiding Sherlock; 'perhaps he has found enough evidence as it is on his own and doesn't need my assistance' thought Molly to herself as her spirits lifted. Sherlock would not see her while she looked worse than usual and for this Molly began to praise her luck.

Moments later her happiness shattered a she heard the door slam open and that familiar tread come wondering in. Molly knew who it was before she looked up and turned around.

"Of course" Molly muttered to herself, she never had good luck and this time was no exception.

When she did look at him she could see him look her up and down and a quizzical expression spread across his face. Although the laughter that she had anticipated did not come, nor did a string of remarks about it. He remained stood stock still with that puzzled look across his face.

"Don't you dare say a word Sherlock, I mean it." Molly said, before Sherlock could say anything.

"I assume you are talking about your hair?" stated Sherlock.

"Of course."

"Well it does not look that bad."

Molly's mouth gaped open, she was flabbergasted. She knew her hair looked bad and she thought that he would be the first to point it out, but instead he was dismissing it. Out of all the ways she would have thought him to have reacted this was not one of them.

"Thank you" murmured Molly not really sure what to say. She had expected Sherlock to be harsh so had not prepared herself for this.

"Well it is I who is to blame Molly. Don't forget it was me who instructed you to go into that hairdressers in the first place." Said Sherlock in a very dismissive way. "Now Molly what did you find out?" he asked.

After staring at him for another second she started to tell him all about what she had found out, for once he just sat in silence listening with his eyes closed absorbing all of her words without any interruptions.

After only 5 minutes his eyes flew open as he asked her to repeat her last sentence. He then jumped up kissed Molly on the forehead and ran out of the morgue with his coat sweeping dramatically behind him. Molly was left sitting stunned at her desk, tracing where Sherlock had just kissed her with her hand.

As she tried to rationalise why Sherlock had done it, Sherlock was also thinking about it as he climbed into the back of the cab. He could not work out why he did it, all he knew was that Molly had given him the final clue that he needed and know he was certain of who was committing the murders and why. But he never kissed John when he came up with useful hints, but it felt right to kiss her he argued.

It wasn't long before Sherlock realised that he had been concentrating on the feeling of Molly's soft skin under his lips for the last few minutes. He tried to dismiss it and instead ended up thinking about the consequences of sending Molly to get her hair cut. Not only had he caused her to have a bad haircut which he knew was a very embarrassing thing, but he had also caused her to miss her appointment which he deduced she had scheduled for straight after work. He had not done it intently; he just enjoyed listening to her voice talking about the case.

Once again Sherlock realised where his thoughts were leading him and it scared him. He could not succumb to emotion and that is exactly what was happening now. He decided that he needed to cut off any feelings Molly had for him. He decided that the Christmas party that John was throwing would have to do.

Sherlock did not like owing people and he owed Molly for this. So he picked up his phone and sent Mycroft a quick text.

Molly walked out of St Bart's feeling a mixture of ecstasy and annoyance. Sherlock Holmes had finally kissed her that is what she had been wanting for ages. But, because she was talking to him she had missed her hair appointment and with it being a week until Christmas there was no way she would be able to get another.

Just as she was thinking this a sleek black car pulled up beside her, Molly had been dealing with Mycroft and his eccentric ways for years, so she did not really question it. She just slid into the car next to the woman who called herself Anthea.

The thing that did surprise her was when the car pulled up outside a very exclusive salon.

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