Author's Note:

Thanks so much for the reviews everyone! It's great that you guys liked the last chapter, I loved it a lot too. xD Thanks again for taking the time to review! Today's Prompt: On A Date

Disclaimer:

I don't really need to say it, but I might as well anyway! Sherlock is not mine!

Day Four: On A Date

Molly shifted in her seat, rocking from the left to the right and back again, and again, and again. Finally Sherlock tired of it and rested his hand on top of her's that was resting on the table. Gently, he turned it over and rubbed small circles on her palm with his thumb, hoping to calm her down. A few seconds later Molly took a deep breath and stopped rocking, with a sheepish smile she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her hair was curled tonight, and her bangs were clipped back to the left side of her head. Unlike her normal fairly casual style she was wearing a simple but elegant pale blue gown with a beaded empire waist. Sherlock was actually wearing a tuxedo, but only because Molly had forced him to.

"Calm down Molly, just pretend that it's a normal date." Sherlock muttered so no one nearby could hear him, Molly only looked at him like he was mad. (Not that she hadn't considered that before) Leaning closer to him, again wary of being overheard she whispered frantically in his ear.

"How am I supposed to do that?! There's a serial killer sitting at the table next to ours!It's not a normal date!" Molly looked over her shoulder worriedly, chewing on her bottom lip until Sherlock sighed and poked her cheek like a child to get her to stop. Running his free hand through his tamed curls, well moderately tamed, Molly doubted anything could completely keep them in line.

"It's normal for us! Remember last week, we went to that party to stop that car thief!"

"Yeah, but he wasn't a serial killer!And he's right over there!"

"I know! Isn't it brilliant?"

"Sherlock!"

"Well I couldn't come by myself! Showing up at a fancy restaurant by myself, he'd suspect something!"

"Couldn't Mycroft lend you his personal assistant?"

"As if she'd look up from her phone long enough!"

While they were having this debate neither had noticed that the man they were chasing had finished eating, payed his check, and left. It was actually Molly who realized his absence first, nearly panicking when she glanced over her shoulder to check on the man and realizing his seat was empty and a busboy was cleaning up his table.

"Sherlock he's gone!"

"And I don't like Anthe- Wait what?"

"The serial killer he's gone!"

"What do mean gone?"

"I mean gone!"

"Right. Well then, looks like we'll be going for a more direct intervention."

"WHAT!?NO!"

Ignoring her protests, Sherlock grabbed her hand and yanked her out of her seat, throwing several bills on the table and racing off. The pair nearly toppled the poor confused busboy who was wiping off the neighboring table on their way to the door. Realizing a few seconds later that Molly couldn't keep up her high heels, Sherlock paused for a minute and hauled her over his shoulder. Beating her fists on her back, Molly tried to hold on as Sherlock took off again, out the door and on to the sidewalk. After a few minutes she gave up and went limp with defeat with a sigh. Why did every date have to end like this?!

Author's Note:
So what'd you think? Poor Molly xD Thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated. :)