John Watson had suspected for a good few weeks that perhaps there was something between Molly and Sherlock that neither discussed. When he walked in on them cuddled up together and sleeping, he had no doubt in his mind that there was indeed something.

Twelve hours before that, however, Molly was in her flat, getting ready for work when there was a knock on the door. Confusion crawled onto her face as she walked over to the door, unsure of who would visit her so early in the morning.

"Sherlock! What a surprise!" she said as she opened the door.

"Molly. Two words: rodent infestation," he told her and walked around her. "Yes. I can see rather clearly. The landlady was talking to a tenant downstairs that there have been rodents spotted VERY frequently. I see that yes, it's here."

"And why were you here in the first place?" she asked while closing the door and looking at the man who had started to examine her flat.

"Case," he sighed out, continuing his work.

"Oh."

"I'll call someone to pop by while you're out. You'll have to stay elsewhere for a few days though…"

Molly sighed as Sherlock crawled along the ground, looking under her limited furniture.

"I-I'll ask Mary or-"

"Mary's visiting her mother. She's out of town," he told her before clarifying with "John."

"Oh. Well… I'm afraid that won't be convenient. Where can I get a hotel that'll accept Toby?" she wondered aloud.

Sherlock sighed. "Isn't it obvious? You stay at 221B with John and I."

"Oh," she replied, feeling rather silly. "Do you have the room?"

He sighed and shook his head as he stood up. "Molly, do you really have to be so daft? Of course there's room."

"Oh," she replied again. "I suppose I could stay there…"

"Alright. Pack and pop by 221B before work. Mrs Hudson will watch your bags for you. I'll be at the morgue. You need to bring some plates. You'll see why." Sherlock looked around once more before scrunching his nose up. "I'll call a company on the way to the morgue," he concluded and walked out, leaving Molly standing there confused.

~oOo~

Sherlock sent a text to Molly as she walked into the morgue, telling her an eight came up and he didn't have time. Of course, Molly was confused. VERY confused. Nonetheless, she went along with his crazy schemes. After her shift, she went to 221B, a little worried as to what would happen.

"Sherlock! Molly's here!" Mrs Hudson called out.

"Send her up!" Sherlock called back impatiently.

Mrs Hudson rolled her eyes, smiling at Molly. "I suppose you ought to go up, then."

Molly nodded and sent a kind smile to the woman before walking up the stairs. "Meow," she said, listening for her cat who she hoped wasn't cooped up in his cage.

"Molly. What the devil are you doing?" Sherlock asked, slouched over a couch.

"I could ask you the same. You left for an eight?"

"No, I thought it was an eight. Lestrade led me astray. Apparently, it's his birthday and he tried to get me to come to the police party. All he had was a six. Now, I'm bored," he grumbled out and his head lolled back.

"Let me call Greg, I'll be in the kitchen and I'll make you a tea," she told him and walked away.

John arrived back after dinner with Mary and had brought some Chinese for Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I- oh, Molly, what a surprise! Uh, why are you here?" Sherlock rolled his eyes at his doctor's words.

"Rats. Obviously, Toby is a bad cat." Sherlock looked over at Molly to see her rolling her eyes.

"Speaking of which, where is he?"

~oOo~

After insisting Molly slept in his bed, Sherlock lay in the lounge room, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Forget this. It's my bed, I'll be damned if I can't sleep in it," he groaned and stood up, dumping the blanket on the lounge.

He waddled over to his room and slowly opened the door, hoping not to wake Molly. The door creaked slightly as he closed it and his head shot over to look at Molly. She stirred a little but stayed asleep. He crawled into bed, watching Molly as he did so.

She began to wake up and Sherlock froze.

"S-sherlock?" she whispered to the curly haired man. "What are you doing?"

"I was uncomfortable. Go back to sleep," he whispered back, getting into the sheets.

"B-"

"Molly," Sherlock whispered as he leaned towards her, his lips resting on her ear. "Go back to sleep."

He moved away again and moved around until he was comfortable. Molly, on the other hand, remained awake, watching in mild horror as Sherlock got comfortable by her side.

"Sherlock," Molly started and he opened an eye to look over at her.

"Molly," he mocked and slithered closer towards her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, her face pressed against his chest. "Go to sleep."

He began to stroke her hair and she slowly began to doze off, her arms wrapping around him.

~oOo~

John had crept into Sherlock's room, baffled by his absence from the lounge. The sight he was greeted with was extremely odd. Molly and Sherlock were intertwined, slight smiles on their faces, Molly's head on his chest and Sherlock's head placed on hers. John smirked at the sight and took a picture before creeping out, letting them wake up in their own time.

~oOo~

Molly had left for work and Sherlock sat with his eggs Benedict on the table, John eating toast opposite him.

"Are we going to talk about what I saw this morning in your bed?" John broke the silence and Sherlock frowned.

"Don't call Molly a 'what'."

"Sherlock, you two were… cuddling," John rebutted, irritated with his detective.

"No, we fell asleep as I was trying to make her sleep and we just happened to stay in such a position," he justified.

"You were both in the same bed. You were going to sleep on the lounge."

Scoffing, Sherlock shook his head. "It's not comfortable there, John. And besides, Molly didn't mind."

After a small silence, involving Sherlock eating his eggs and Toby rubbing up against John's legs, the latter frowned.

"There aren't any rats in her apartment, are there? Toby is a competent cat who has caught a spider since he got here yesterday. He'd have caught a rat."

"Shut up."

John's jaw dropped. "You WHAT?! How could you DO that to her?!"

"Do WHAT, John? I told her there were rats in her house and she's living here for a few days, I don't see a problem. There were signs, afterall."

"Why with us? Why not Mary?"

"You told me she was away to visit her mother."

"That was three months ago! We went on a date last night!"

"Details, John, details!"

"Details are your thing… does she know?"

"Know what?"

"That you basically kidnapped her."

"I didn't kidnap her," he chuckled. "She came here of her own free will."

"I'm going to tell her."

"Don't you dare."

John smirked as Sherlock finished his eggs in anger and John took his merry time with his toast.

A/N: Hey guys!

Sherlock, you naughty thing you! I hope you enjoyed, I had a smile on as I wrote this!

Tomorrow is 'gaming/watching a movie'! May contain traces of an Italian plumber!