Wow, it's a bit overwhelming: the amount of responses to this fic in such a short amount of time. Thank you to those who are reading, and favoriting, and reviewing!

Thanks to reviewers:

Patemalah21: lol, that would have been an interesting twist. Thanks for reading!

Zora Arian: Thanks for reading and the awesome review! It's okay, I shall explain soon enough.

Childoftheriver: I'm glad you like it. Yes, I noticed the small glitch in text from chapter 3 with spelling. I am anal retentive about proper spelling and grammar, so it sort of pissed me off. Lol. I type these chapters on a tablet, so sometimes it messes up. I just downloaded a spell check application though, so hopefully this will pick up on any of the small things I miss when I edit. Thank you for being understanding. I hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Ktmt1120: Thanks for coming across it! I am glad you like it.

Flyaway213: Lol, uuuuuummmmm, no. That's an interesting fact about the Mollydot on live journal. It's not the source of the nickname, if you were wondering. Lol.

Toby. Her cat. Molly's Cat.: Lol. Sorry, I can't update more than twice in a day. It's a weird quirk I have. Here is an update! I hope you didn't scream too loud!

Daisherz365: lol, fuzzy-kins makes me giggle. Not this chapter, but the next, is when I explain.

Medieval Wizard: HAHAHA! So I read your review, and started laughing. My family thinks I'm nuts too. And it's awkward explaining what I write about to people who don't understand. I hope the explanation of the names doesn't disappoint. Thank you for coming back for more!

Juze: lol. Yes, fuzzy-kins. Hahaha, your question is indeed addressed in this chapter.

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Musicchica10: It is very true, and I hope the chapters only get better.

Well, shall we continue? This chapter goes a little bit into the details of the case, and then moves on to the post-case interactions between Mollydot and Fuzzy-kins. Lol. It makes me giggle. Enjoy!

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A week had passed, and she had seen no sign of Sherlock. This wasn't unusual, but in the idea of how rapidly things had progressed in the case she'd assisted in, Molly grew frustrated that she still hadn't heard what happened. More aggravating still, she was perplexed by that damned nickname.

Molly was just finishing up a corpse, when the doors to the morgue swung open wide. Molly flinched at the sound, and looked up to see Sherlock waltzing in, John following behind closely. John waved over to her, and she nodded her head in response. Sherlock walked to her side, before observing her work. It was an awkward few moments of silence before he spoke.

''Oh, the details of the case. Of course, that's what you're thinking about so loudly.'' Molly looked up, ready to listen.

''Well you see, upon my departure from the room, I immediately took to one of the secret halls I told you about. The issue was that I underestimated the amount of manned security they would have in these areas. I was forced to fight those three men in the room by myself. Luckily, I had the upper hand, as they were all fairly large oafs. No doubt their lack of agility was a result of an anabolic steroid abuse. We followed the string of hallways, after your departure, to an underground operative control center. Enough cocaine and marijuana to ship ample supplies to the other resorts across the world.'' Sherlock finished. Molly's eyes were huge with shock. She finally recomposed herself.

''Wow, well. That is an interesting turn of events. Th-thank you for telling me how it turned out. I was rather curious about that, as well as other things.'' She muttered the last part to herself. Sherlock was engaging in another petty argument with John, and obviously hadn't heard her. She decided to listen in.

''Well YOU weren't available. Even so, they wouldn't have let us in together, John. It was a MARRIAGE resort.'' Sherlock stated emphatically. John's eyes seemed to be staring a hole through his friend's face.

''You put her in danger, Sherlock! My God, a drug ring. What if she was hurt?" John argued back, looking at Molly from the corner of his eye. She smiled at him, happy that he always came to her defense where Sherlock was involved. Sherlock gruffed slightly.

''Oh, shut up, John. She was perfectly safe from any harm. Besides, she volunteered. Didn't you, Mollydot?'' He turned to see her, and suddenly, his eyes were as wide as hers. Her face flushed bright red, and she quickly looked away. Sherlock seemed to do the same. Meanwhile, John stared at the two awkward people before him, completely oblivious to what just happened. Sherlock paced between Molly and the door, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. He then turned to her to say goodbye, then decided against it.

''Sherlock wait!'' She called. He stopped and turned around to face her.

''Was I in danger? Is- is that why you shoved me in that cab?" He stared down at her, before quietly answering.

''In light of the Inspector's presence on the scene, his obvious physical attraction to you, and the fact that your dress was on inside out as we met him in the hall; I was merely trying to allow you to leave with some shred of dignity still intact.'' He answered, and her gaze shone with realization, and embarrassment.

''Until next time, Mollydot.'' He said, his face scrunching up in confused terror at his tongue's slip. Molly couldn't look at him, her face was bright red, bordering on shades of fluorescent pink. She simply nodded, and mumbled goodbyes to the two men as they departed the cold room. After they had gone, Molly breathed out a sigh that she had kept in. 'Clearly not just a random nickname.' She thought.

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Sherlock sat in his chair, muddling through all potential reasons why his tongue would slip on something he had thought he deleted. Nothing came to mind. He thought over the reason he had invented the name in the first place, the perfect additive to their disguise, a trivial pet name. He thought on what had inspired the name. That's when his mind went blank. He couldn't seem to clear the mental image. It was perfect; the name suited her. He didn't exactly hate calling her by this name. He only hated the fact that he had done so without purpose driving behind it. 'Just because it works.' He thought. Then, a nagging little thought gnawed at the back of his mind. She had come up with a name for him as well. An annoying, pesky name. He could tell she had done it out of spiteful vengeance, but she was quick to conjure it into existence. She was incredibly clever, why hadn't he realized that part sooner?

Sherlock snapped from his thoughts at the sound of John's voice.

''Why did you call her that?'' He asked, curiosity dripping.

''To what are you referring, John?" Sherlock asked offhandedly. John rolled his eyes and shook his head from side to side.

''Don't give me that, mate. Molly. You called her 'Mollydot.' Twice, I might add. Where did it come from?'' He asked further, leaning closer from his chair. Sherlock rolled his eyes with a scoff, before picking up the paper from the coffee table and flicking it open.

''I don't recall doing such a thing, John. Perhaps you should clean your ears out.'' He said in a clipped tone. John smirked, knowing this defensive maneuver. He stood, and crunched down the paper to look at Sherlock's stern face. Sherlock refused to look up at John. He continued ''reading'' the crumpled paper, before quipping.

''I assure you, I do not need to explain the trivial matters of her involvement in the case. However, since you are so keen, it was part of our cover. Normal people have all sorts of silly names for each other. Trust me, it hardly matters. I already explained it to the Little Mollydot.''

''Uh huh, so why can't you stop calling her that, then?" John's face smirked from ear to ear. Sherlock looked up at his flatmate, and scowled, knowing he'd been caught. He promptly stood up, and walked to the door. Sherlock flung his dark coat around his body, and slung his scarf around his neck. John looked at him in amusement.

''Where are you going?" He asked. He heard a grumbled word come from the detective, who now made his way down the stairs.

''Out.''

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Hm, where is Sherlock going? Perhaps we'll finally find out the meaning behind the pet names? Oh well, guess you'll just have to wait until next time