Thank you to everyone who's either reviewed or added this to their favourites or alerts. It means a lot to me, this being my first story. I will be writing more, I don't have the time just yet. This year is A Level year, and I'm already stressed! Whenever I'm feeling creative, new stories will be up. Again, I don't own any characters that are on here, they're in the capable hands of BBC. Reviews would be nice...just so I can see where to improve! Like the last chapter, I'm not sure if this is too much, but I was inspired also by the characters' blogs. So...happy reading (Any thoughts about writing Moriarty? I don't know if I should write him yet.)

Molly's thoughts

It had been only hours, and already she was going crazy. At first she was thinking she was overreacting, as it was her nature to do so she had found. But Jim wasn't the type to not call, text, email or just turn up at her flat. Although lately, he wasn't as prompt as he had been in the first weeks of dating, he seemed so interested in her then.

She met Jim when she was getting coffee, another dull day of looking at corpses. Even he hadn't come in that day. He had been the only highlight of her days, and she hated herself for that because she shouldn't be thinking about him. Anyway...getting her third cup of coffee that day she had seen a man standing near the coffee machine. He wasn't tall, but still a couple of inches taller than her. He had short black hair, and only seemed to be in his early thirties. When he looked at her, she had been captivated by his dark eyes. At first, she was uncomfortable meeting his gaze, there seemed to be a darkness inside him...a sort of manic glee when he first looked at her as if he knew who she was. But it disappeared, and now she had dismissed it as nothing. Probably love at first sight... or so she hoped.

He made polite conversation, keeping a steady gaze on hers. Everything was a blur that day, he asked her for a date, and she accepted without a second thought. Until later that day, when she felt guilty for accepting him, because there was always...well, him.

He, or Sherlock Holmes to everyone else, never showed any interest in her. He always seemed to dismiss her, answer her monosyllabically, and just plain ignoring her. But he noticed everything about her, the change in her hairstyle, added lipstick, how much weight she'd put on (how did he do that?), everything. Yet, he never seemed to notice how much she liked him, you know, in that way. Not anymore of course! She had Jim...yet she kept thinking about Sherlock.

He treated her badly, she knew that. When he wasn't ignoring her, seeming absorbed in various bodies or data, he was manipulating her to get his own way. She was convinced once that he was actually flirting with her, and even at that time she knew he just wanted her to wheel out a body for him. He showed no interest in her, and no-one else apparently if all the rumours about his sexuality were anything to go on. He always seemed to have a friend with him, a...oh, she can't remember his name right now. Wasn't he some sort of doctor?

But, oh, he was intelligent and handsome and charming and...No! She was with Jim!

She and Jim had been on numerous dates, and when Sherlock came in with his friend she couldn't help but introduce him to Sherlock. You know, just being friendly, nothing else to it. Sherlock had been really mean at that time, even insinuating that Jim was gay! He listed all the things that implicated that he was gay, yet she couldn't believe it. True, she and Jim hadn't slept together yet, but that was normal, they were taking it slow. Every time she had hinted she wanted to take things further, he always claimed he was busy. Which was nearly almost true, every time she called he wasn't there. Sometimes he wouldn't turn up for work, and she had to make excuses to his boss.

That seemed to happen a lot lately. He seemed to be busy with something, and he never told her what. Sherlock hadn't been to the morgue for a while either.

After the gay situation, where she had bravely yelled at him (and immediately felt guilty for it) and rushed out of the room, Jim was gone. Their date that night was awkward, she couldn't help but look at all the things Sherlock had pointed out that Jim might be gay. His hair did seem precise. They had their first argument that night, she had been questioning him all night about his sexuality. It would be a funny if she dated someone who also liked the person she liked, the phone number that he slipped under that dish seeming to confirm that.

But she didn't care if he was gay. It wasn't serious between them, just an office romance. She'd tried calling him, but to no avail. She even wrote on her blog that she was sorry about their fight, hoping that he would see it. But he hadn't so far, he never caller her. He didn't even turn up for work.

She browsed the internet, wasting time and stroking her cat, and she went on John's blog. John! That was the doctor's name! Nothing major, some case they'd been working on that seemed important but nothing else, except for a woman named Sarah asking where he was. She checked Sherlock's. It was alright to see what he was doing.

The pool. Midnight.

Hm, strange. Yet, Sherlock's line of work was strange so nothing to worry about. Yet Sarah had written her too, seeming to be concerned, asking where John was.

A reply on her blog! Surely this should be Jim, accepting her apology...

It was Sarah. Sherlock and John seemed to be missing. Like Jim! Something seemed to be wrong, surely it must be a coincidence. What should she do? It wasn't like Jim not to call, and from what she could see from Sarah's posts, John wasn't either. Sherlock, well that was a different matter. She should call the police, do something!

What was the name of the detective who was with Sherlock? Lestrade maybe...yes that was it. She'll call him, he'll know where they are, then ask him to find Jim. Jim was fine, she knew it. So were Sherlock and John.

Of course they were.