The lab was full of bustling scientists and doctors the next day. Molly was on her lunch break, sitting at a small cleared off lab table with Meena, who decided to pay a visit.

"What's so interesting that you keep glancing at it?" Meena asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Hmm?" Molly looked up from the little card in her wallet phone case. Meena raised her eyebrows in anticipation. "Well, the truth is, Sherlock is pursuing a relationship," she paused, "with me."

"Get out," Meena gasped with a wide smile. "It's about bloody time!" Molly giggled at her friend's reaction.


"What to do next," Sherlock mused, his hands steepled beneath his chin. He glanced at his violin, then towards the music stand where his newly finished composition sat. It was simply titled, Molly. He had even written a short, lyrical song aside from the violin piece.

"What are you thinking?" John asked, Rosie bouncing on his knee. Sherlock ignored him and looked straight to Rosie.

"Do you think your Aunt Molly would love it?" Sherlock asked his goddaughter in a playful tone. Rosie giggled and the consulting detective had his answer.

"Oh, okay, my opinion doesn't matter, I see," John mumbled, though he had to admit he enjoyed his best friend's interactions with Rosie.

"The game is on!" Sherlock exclaimed, grabbing his violin, not bothering with his coat and scarf. John took out his phone to text Greg who was already at the hospital.

Now would be a great time to take a video of whatever Sherlock's about to do. JW


Greg spotted Sherlock as he hurried to the lab and followed suit. He would make sure to capture this next momentous event. The lab doors swung open and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing as Sherlock positioned his violin. He stepped closer to the lab table Molly and Meena sat at. He said nothing but began to play the sweetest melody she had ever heard. It gave off emotions such as his pining and love for the petite pathologist.

Molly took a sharp intake of breath as his blue-green eyes pierced hers with an intensity she hadn't seen before. His gaze pinned her in place as he continued to glide his bow across the strings. She couldn't look away, as she felt like she was drowning in him. Her face flushed as she knew everyone in the lab was focused on them. As the melody came to an end, Sherlock pursed his lips as if he was about to tell her something.

Everyone waited to see what would happen next. It was a sight to watch such a development between the consulting detective and their head pathologist. Greg continued to record the silence on his phone. Sherlock set his violin on the lab table and extended his hand to take Molly's in his, lifting it to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. She wrapped her fingers around his tightly, still unable to look away from his longing gaze. And then he was singing softly to her, but loud enough for all to hear. She did not recognize the song and knew he must have written it.

Well, I've never been a man of many words.

And there's nothing I could say that you haven't heard.

But I'll sing you love songs 'til the day I die.

The way I'm feeling, I can't keep it inside.

Molly felt her breath being taken away. Sherlock Holmes was actually serenading her. It took a moment before she remembered to breathe. When he finished, he cleared his throat and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Molly, would you possibly consider going somewhere with me this Friday?" Sherlock finally managed to get out. His anxiety levels were high and Molly could practically feel it coming off of him.

"I would love to, Sherlock," Molly smiled. He let out a breath he had been holding for far too long with relief. She rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. It took all of her strength to not snog him senselessly right then and there. "I look forward to it." And then she was walking out of the lab to get some fresh air as the room erupted into applause. Greg was quite happy with the goldmine of all videos. He then sent it to John's phone, captioned with, you've gotta see this.


Sherlock returned to his flat to find Mrs. Hudson hovering over John's shoulder, their eyes glued to the phone screen. He could hear himself singing from the speaker.

"I can't stop watching this," John spoke with amazement. He looked up at Sherlock. "You actually did it. You bloody did it."

"Yes, what's so surprising about that?" Sherlock snapped with annoyance. "How did you get that?" He slipped the phone out of John's hand and saw the name of the culprit who recorded it. "I need to have a word with Lestrade about this one day."

"Hey, to be fair, I told him to do it," John chuckled.

"Lighten up, dear, it was a lovely thing you did for Molly," Mrs. Hudson praised him. "Now you'll always have that moment preserved for the two of you."

"I suppose you're right," Sherlock sighed. He looked over at Rosie who was asleep in John's lap. Sitting down in his chair, Sherlock found himself raising his fingers to brush his cheek where the feel of Molly's lips still lingered, smiling to himself. "Actually, you were completely right, Mrs. Hudson. It is thrilling to chase after her."


Author's Note: the song is called I Can't Keep It Inside and it is sung by Benedict Cumberbatch in the movie, August: Osage County. Look it up on Youtube if you don't know it already! I hope this wasn't too OOC for Sherlock but looking back on one of my fave rom-coms, 10 Things I Hate About You, I had to include a serenade lol.