Chapter 4

Sherlock arrived at the Watson's home for dinner that night. John insisted that at least once a month Sherlock had to come over and have a real meal and socialize with people other than Mrs. Hudson and Billy.

"Hello Sherlock, Mary wants to know the last time you had a real meal so she can figure out how much to cook." John told his friend as he entered his home.

"Tell her it's been a couple weeks. Did you know Molly has a boyfriend?"

"Mary told me when we got back. Did Molly tell you?"

"No, I deduced it. It was rather easy to figure out."

"Don't tell me you were telling the poor girl your deductions again."

"They weren't bad. At least I didn't think so. Molly did seem a little off however. But I cannot figure out why." Sherlock confessed.

"When I was with her she seemed a little jumpy." Mary chimed from the kitchen. Her assassin training still came in handy when dealing with the two.

"How so?" Sherlock asked while walking into the kitchen followed by John.

"She just didn't like being touched, was a bit flinchy. Seemed like a spot on her arm was bothering her, probably bruised. She said she did it herself though."

"Molly's not usually clumsy so I don't see how she would have bruised herself." Sherlock thought out loud.

"Sherlock you look like your overthinking this, Molly is not a case and you have to eat tonight." John told his friend.

"She might have been acting strangely because she didn't want you to find out about her new boyfriend. After all, she hasn't had the best luck with men and you don't seem to be much help." Mary added.

"I suppose that could be possible," Sherlock agreed. "And if you're talking about 'meat dagger,' then I'm glad I helped break that off."

"Now be nice Sherlock" Mary told him, "and go wash up for dinner."

"Here you are." Molly said setting the plate of tacos next the couch.

"About time." Kevin said grabbing the plate and carelessly shoving the food into his mouth. Molly sighed, no thank you or any sign of appreciation from him, but that was better than his wrath.

The first time Kevin had hurt Molly, she was trying to go out in the evening to meet with Mary. She hadn't made dinner yet that night and was just stepping out the door thinking she could pick something up for them on her way home. At that point Kevin had been living with her for a month but had only spoken rudely to her. As she was opening the door someone grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kevin asked pulling Molly away from the door.

"I was meeting with Mary."

"You haven't even made me dinner tonight."

"I figured I could pick something up on my way home."

"But, you didn't tell me you were going anywhere tonight." He said, his grip tightening.

"I-I was just going to be gone for an hour."

"You still have to make dinner and since you didn't tell me you were going out, and I think you should stay in for the rest of the evening."

"F-fine, just let me call Mary and let her know."

"Dinner first, woman." Kevin said, his grip growing even tighter.

"You're hurting me!" Molly squeaked out.

"Good, maybe you'll learn your lesson. Now get cooking." He said giving her wrist one last painful squeeze before throwing it, with Molly following, in the direction of the kitchen.

A/N: Sorry this update took awhile, I just got back from a trip. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for all your favorites, follows, and reviews!