Mrs. Hudson was talking to Molly in her kitchen when she heard Sherlock and John coming in. The to women were going to say something but they didn't when they heard John stomping up the stairs and slamming a door shut. Sherlock sat on the first step and just sat there saying nothing.

"Looks like another one. I can't imagine how Sherlock is going to act when John moves out to live with Mary..."

"Has it been like this everyday?"

"Nope just off and on. You should talk to Sherlock. It would mean a lot to him even though he doesn't show it."

Molly sighed and decided to sit down next to the consulting detective.

"Why is feelings so important to have? I mean it's just a waste of time. Don't they get on your nerves sometimes?"

Molly didn't know if she should answer or just listen to him.

"Molly?"

"Yeah."

"Never mind. Stupid question just ignore everything I say."

"Sherlock its in human nature to have feelings."

"Not for me." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock I bet you do have feelings but you just don't want to show them."

Sherlock stayed silent. He looked at Molly and gave a weak smile. Molly gave him a smile back.

"Well we... I should make sure you get home safely than." Sherlock stood up and helped Molly up.

"Why did I come here then?"

"Mrs. Hudson needed someone to talk to." Sherlock gave her a smile making Molly giggle.

"You had me here to talk to her because when ever John was gone you never talked to her." Molly giggled and follow Sherlock out the door.

Sherlock had gotten them a cab to her place.

See that's where it started. I mean was I supposed to say "yes I have feelings that I'm hiding from anyone." I didn't want to let anyone know what was I supposed to say. I guess the weak smile was ok. I'm the Great Sherlock Holmes! I don't need feelings or have any... Do I?

Sherlock's mind was racing of questions about the conversation him and Molly had on the first step. He looked over to Molly, she was looking out the window. She looked so beautiful... Wait no don't think like that. Your Sherlock Holmes. No...

"Sherlock are you ok?"

Shot she's notice what am I going to do? Come on your Sherlock Holmes think of something...

"Sherlock?"

"Nothing... Oh we're at your place."

"Ok? I will see you tomorrow at Bart's then?"

"Yep."

"Bye."

"Bye." Sherlock sighed when she had went into her flat. Sherlock told the cabbie to go back to 221b baker street. Sherlock didn't even speak for the rest of the day. He was so busy thinking about what just had happen.