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Sherlock followed John into the hospital and down the stairs to the morgue. When they reached the entrance, John stepped back and motioned for Sherlock to go first. The consulting detective rolled his eyes, but pushed open the double doors with too much force, startling Molly who was reading over some paperwork.
She jumped a bit and let out a little squeal. "Oh, hello Sherlock," she squeaked, blushing as she remembered her half-naked state the last time they spoke.
John coughed and Sherlock turned around to glare at him. The doctor turned around to hide his smile, took a seat on a stool near the door and took out his phone so as not to look like he was eavesdropping.
Sherlock turned back to the subject of his distress and said, "Molly."
"Yes, which body would you like to look at first? Mr. James or Mrs. Dresser?" she asked.
"Well, neither at the moment. I was actually hoping to ask you a question."
Molly frowned a bit in confusion. "Alright, go ahead."
"I was wondering what you were doing this evening?" asked Sherlock, taking a step back and bumping into the morgue table. Suddenly this plan seemed like a terrible idea.
Molly shuffled a bit, unsure where this was going, but she answered him all the same. "Um, I was going to go out and get a new pair of shoes for work. These ones are getting quite roughed up," she said pointing to her scuffed black ballet flats.
"Are you going alone?"
Molly looked even more uncomfortable now as she said, "Well, yes, but I do like shopping alone. It doesn't take as long and I don't have to…" She trailed off because Sherlock was staring at her with such a look of relief. "What?"
"So you don't have a date with 'what's his face' from your flat?" asked Sherlock, practically floating off the ground.
Molly giggled and blushed deeper. "Oh, Brad? No, he was only around for the weekend. He is from Dublin and we met in a pub. He was visiting his sister but she and her husband were being too loud, y'know, in the bedroom. So he came and stayed over at my flat and well, yeah. You know the rest. But, no we aren't dating if that's what you're asking."
"Oh, good. So um, then I was wondering if you are still in love with me?"
John practically fell off his stool at this point and almost choked on his own tongue trying not to laugh.
Molly crossed her arms and looked Sherlock straight in the eyes. "Excuse me? Sherlock, everyone knows I fancy you quite a bit, but isn't it pretty presumptuous to assume that I am in love with you? Or that I ever was?"
John's coughing changed ever so slightly and the sounds resembled the words 'not good'.
"Oh, I suppose you're right, Molly. Sorry. What I meant to ask was if you would go on a date with me this evening? I can go with you to get your shoes first if you'd like."
Molly's smile returned as she accepted the invitation and took Sherlock's hand in hers. "Look, I know that you like to deduce all of the things that happen inside my head, but I would really appreciate if you would let me speak for myself."
Sherlock nodded vigorously. "Of course. That was completely out of line. Would it help if I told you I was in love with you?"
(More coughing from John.)
Molly laughed again. "Probably not. But I promise I will let you know when it would be a good time to say that."
…
One month later, Sherlock took Molly out for a romantic dinner to celebrate one month of dating. After their meal, the detective was feeding his pathologist chocolate cake from across the table. Molly wiped her mouth and put her napkin on her the table. "Now would be a good time."
Sherlock didn't need any explanation. He knew exactly what she meant. He took her hand and looked at Molly with his eyes full of emotion and said, "I love you, Molly. I am completely in love with you. I never knew I could feel this way, but you make me feel like there is no better feeling in the world." He stopped and paused, waiting for her approval.
Molly smiled widely. "Perfect," she whispered, a tear running down her cheek. "I love you too, Sherlock."
Sherlock wanted to tell her that he knew that the love they had was forever and he would never fall in love again, but he figured she would think one month into dating was too soon for a proposal. Maybe at the two month mark? He decided he would ask John.
