Early update! I couldn't hold back myself from sending another chapter so, here you go! (:

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC.

"That's it. I am not even going to bother with this shit." Molly snapped and threw the newspaper to the wall in front of her. She then sat on the armchair for a few minutes, trying to calm herself, trying to come up with a logical explanation. She glanced at the newspaper lying on the ground, the page of the shocking news still opened. She closed her eyes for a second, holding her tears back. She was acting like a weak woman but she wasn't like that anymore. No. Just because she had no calls whatsoever from Sherlock for a week now didn't mean the news were true. Just because the newspaper said that Sherlock Holmes was having an affair with London's one of the richest men's wife, didn't mean it was true. Everyone knew how newspapers exaggerated everything.

After not being able to hold herself back and crying her lungs out for an hour, she decided she had to know the truth. Even if the truth would hurt as hell.

She dialed John's number, hesitating for a moment before pushing the yes button.

He picked up after three rings. "Hello Molly."

"Hi John. Can we meet after work?" she came straight to the point.

John was confused but did not question her. "Sure. I'll pick you up from Bart's, okay?"

"Okay." She replied and hung up. She just hoped John would tell her the truth. He was Sherlock's bestfriend and she hoped he wouldn't protect his friend. After crying a few more minutes, Molly tried to get herself back together. She still had work to do and she needed to focus on her work rather than focusing on the news. She once more cursed at the newspaper and went back to morgue, finally leaving the locker room that she had been in for more than two hours.

When John and Molly met at a café near her house, there was nothing but an awkward silence between them. So she decided to cut the basic conversation and came to the point.

"Is it true? What the newspapers say?" she asked.

John arched a brow. "Are you asking about the affair?"

"Yes."

"I don't know. Sherlock didn't give me much information about it."

Molly narrowed her eyes. "Cut the crap, John. I know you were with him during the case."

John's eyebrows raised with surprise. "How do you know that?"

Molly forgot John didn't know about anything that has happened between her and Sherlock. He didn't know that Sherlock visited her once in a while at her flat, neither did he know that they were having sex. No, they weren't in a relationship but they had something going on and they both knew that. Though, when Molly thought about it, even if Sherlock was having an affair with someone's wife, Molly had no right to say something about it. She was not his girlfriend, not even his fuck-body. She was just… his pathologist.

"He told me when he came to borrow an extra head for his experiment." She lied, keeping her cold poker face… if she had one.

"Cut the crap, Molly." He quoted her. "Lestrade called him for a case a week ago, and it was in the morning when he got the call according to what he told me, then we both immediately went to the airport and left town. So if he didn't fly to Bart's, there was no way he visited you at Bart's to borrow a head for an experiment while we were on bloody plane."

Molly gulped loud enough for John to hear. She bit her lower lip, remembering how Sherlock hated it when she did that.

"So… What's going on between the two of you?" John asked, crossing his arms on his chest.

Molly sighed, knowing she couldn't lie anymore. John wouldn't believe her. "We… You know… He sometimes visits me at my flat." She had no better way to explain it.

John's eyes opened wide. "So you and him… Are you guys in a relationship?" he asked with a questioning look in his eyes.

Molly laughed. It sounded weird, them being in a relationship. "No, John. We are not in a relationship. Do you even hear yourself?" she asked sarcasticly, still laughing. But her laughter soon became cries, unable to hold her tears back. John immediately hugged her, let her cry on his shoulder.

"Molly, I seriously don't know what exactly is going on but you know how he was with Janine. He played with her just to get into Magnussen's office. I bet he's doing that sort of thing now too. I never saw him visiting a woman's flat regularly before. Even that is a big progress for him. Do you understand what I mean?"

Molly didn't know if John was saying all this sweet stuff just to soothe her but she didn't care. It made her feel better. Her crying slowly stopped and she nodded, muttering a silent thank you to him before leaving the café without saying another word. She felt tired. She just wanted to go home and sleep for three days straight if possible.

Molly was having a nightmare where Sherlock was kissing that woman in front of her. She started struggling with the sheets under her, sweating a lot. Her eyes were closed tight, murmuring a few things in her sleep that made no sense.

"Molly." Someone whispered in her ear and she knew exactly who that someone was.

"No, go away." She told him in her dream. Sherlock was running after her, laughing at her for being such an idiot. He was telling her how he played with her and now that he was finished with her. When she started crying in her sleep, she felt someone shaking her a little by the shoulders.

That made her eyes snap open. She was panting, sweating as if she had been running for hours.

She looked beside her to see Sherlock looking at her, his face calm and beautiful as always. With an angry expression on her face, she turned around from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips on her neck.

"You should have asked me, not John." He whispered to her ear, kissing it at the same time.

Molly didn't even ask him how he knew that. He always knew everything. "So you're really having an affair?" she asked, ignoring what he said completely.

He huffed. "Don't be ridicilous Molly." He made her turn around and face him. "My closeness to the woman was for the case. There was no affair. After the case ended, she told me that she thought her husband was cheating on her and I helped her catch his husband on act. That way, she can now get all his property from him when divorcing. And if you've noticed, the photo on the newspaper was just a simple photo of me holding a lady's hand when she was getting out of a car. The affair thing was all made up by those stupid reporters." He explained, looking into her eyes while doing so. He was being sincere.

Molly felt like a big weight lifted up from her chest. "Thank you for explaning." She said and hugged him, putting her head to his chest. His rapid heartbeat was so calming that she felt her eyelids slowly closing.

"I have enough in my life with what I have with you anyway." He sighed before also falling asleep himself.

When Sherlock woke up, he saw Molly caressing his arm, looking up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. How beautiful they looked in the morning. Lying like this with her, waking up with her, her being the first person he sees when he wakes up… Never had he thought that this kind of sentiment would feel so familiar, so warm.

"Morning sleepyhead." Molly said with a big smile on her face and pecked his lips.

If it was three years ago, he would immediately run away from this house and never come back. He would be disgusted by her closeness, cheerful behaviour. That's why he never before committed himself to anyone, he never felt sentiment, he never felt so close to anyone. But right now, all he wanted to do was to hold Molly and kiss her, hug her, lie there for the rest of the day. All the work could wait.

"Morning." He said and mirrored her smile, pecking her lips just like she did to him.

"I'm hungry. Gonna prepare breakfast. Do you have time? I mean, I'd like it if you stayed for breakfast." She said and blushed, biting her lip like she always did.

He immediately touched her lip with his thumb, keeping her from biting her lip. "Surprisingly, I'm hungry too. I think I will stay for breakfast."

Her smile widened and she got up from bed, cheerfully going to the bathroom. She was half way to the bathroom when Sherlock sneaked up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her up in the air.

"Sherlock!" she protested as he held her in a princess-hold, grinning devilishly.

Molly laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, let him carry her to the bathroom. When they came to the bathroom, he kicked the half opened door and opened it fully. Molly giggled as he put her on the bathtub, also going in there himself.

"I remember you like your bath water warm?" he asked as he turned the tap on.

Molly nodded and pulled him down to herself for a passionate kiss. "I'm sure your body will be enough to warm the water anyway."

Molly was finally at work. She had been late for an hour because of the long shower seance they had. God, she already missed him. It was like an addiction for her. As if being around him all the time was what kept her alive.

Would you like to have dinner with me today? SH

When she saw the text, her mouth opened wide with surprise. Sherlock Holmes wanted to take her out for dinner? Who was he and what did he do to the real Sherlock Holmes?

I'd love to. xM

Good. I'll pick you up at eight. SH

Wear the red dress. SH

Molly's brows knitted. But I don't have a red dress? xM

I just sent it to you with one of Mycroft's men. SH

You'll recieve it in about two minutes. SH

And she counted. She counted exactly one hundred and twenty seconds and there he was, one of Mycroft's men in an expensive suit, handing her a big bag. She thanked the man, watched him leave and looked around the morgue to see if anyone else was there. She made sure she was all alone and then opened the bag, seeing a beautifully wrapped gift package. She opened it carefully and saw a red dress inside. A smile formed on her lips as she got the dress out of the bag, examining it.

It was a mini dress with gold details on the edge of its skirt. She turned the dress around and saw that it had a low-cut décolleté on its back. The dress was beautiful, elegant. She could tell it was pretty expensive.

This is a very beautiful dress Sherlock but I cannot accept it. xM She sent the message and kept looking at the dress. It was dazzling.

It's already yours. And I have no one else to give that dress to, nor do I want to give it to someone else other than you. SH

Throw it away or wear it tonight and make me happy. Your choice. SH

Alright. Thank you. xM

There was no reply to her last text but she knew he'd be in front of her flat door right on eight p.m. So she stopped what she was doing, already excited and locked the morgue, not even asking Mike for permission to leave early. He wouldn't say anything anyway. Plus, she had lots to do. But her first stop was going to be the hairdresser.

So, more fluffy times coming in the next chapter! Please leave a review, they make me sooo happy (:

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