Mycroft woke up in the morning and remembered what he had done. He had kissed Molly. He hoped to whatever deity was out there that Molly would still talk to him.

Molly was worried about the same thing, so she texted Mycroft.

Are we still on for coffee?-MH

Mycroft sighed with relief.

Yes-MH

Good. I'd hate to go alone-MH

Never-MH

Molly met Mycroft as usual, but this morning they felt awkward.

Molly had one thought running through her head. 'Ask him about the kiss.'

Mycroft was fighting the inner voice in his head. 'Does she remember the kiss? Do I want her to?'

"Did you have a good night?" Molly asked.

"Yes, I did." Mycroft replied.

Molly got an idea. 'Maybe he doesn't remember the kiss. We can just let it go.'

"I will be going on a trip next week." Mycroft said.

"Oooo where are you going?" Molly inquired.

"Paris. I have a conference to attend." Mycroft replied.

"Classified information to discuss?" Molly's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Of course. It's what I do when I'm not starting a war somewhere." Mycroft teased.

"Sherlock always makes it out that your job is dull, but it sounds fascinating." Molly said.

"Sherlock thinks any job that isn't his is dull and boring." Mycroft replied.

Molly's phone rang.

"Speak of the devil." Molly smiled and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Molly, where are you? I need into the lab and these incompetent idiots won't let me in." Sherlock complained.

"You know exactly where I am. I am not going to cut my coffee short to get you what you want. I will be there when I'm finished." Molly said.

"I just need a liver and a kidney. I can be in and out in five minutes." Sherlock argued.

"You can wait. You interrupted me in the middle of my conversation with Mycroft. Like I said, I'll be with you shortly." With that, she hung up.

"What did he want now?" Mycroft inquired.

"A liver and a kidney. It's non-stop with him. I need a break. It's always, 'Molly, I need this.' And 'I need you to open the lab for me at 2 in the morning because I'm bored'. It's tiring." Molly sighed.

"Mummy tried to teach him manners, but her efforts were for naught." Mycroft said,

"I'll teach him. Let's see how he likes restricted lab access." Molly said.

The two parted ways to go to their respective jobs.

"Sherlock, I got your liver and kidney. Now, we need to have a discussion involving your lab hours. I can't be pulling all-nighters for you. For the next two weeks I am restricting your lab access." Molly explained.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I need a break, Sherlock." Molly answered.

Sherlock left the morgue and texted Mycroft.

Your girlfriend just restricted my hours-SH

First, she's not my girlfriend and two, good for her.-MH

She is so your girlfriend, and how is it good for her?-SH

Because she needs a break-MH

Molly's day had started nicely until two children were brought to the morgue. She hated when a child was brought to her. When she got home, she sat on the couch in her duck pajama pants and blue tank top. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. Someone knocked on her door.

One look through the peep hole was enough to have Molly mortified. Mycroft was standing out there. She opened the door anyway.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Molly asked.

"I was doing some thinking." Mycroft began.

"Dangerous." Molly teased.

"Haha. I know you need a break, so I was wondering if you would like to come with me to Paris."

"Are you serious?" Molly asked.

"Completely serious." Mycroft answered.

Molly grinned happily. "I'd love to. Sherlock won't follow will he?"

"Probably not, but you never know. So, is that a yes?"

"Yes!" Molly squealed. She hugged him. "Thank you"

"Quite welcome. I will see you tomorrow at the coffee shop." Mycroft said.

"Alrighty." Molly said.

Mycroft turned to leave, but looked at Molly. "By the way, you look nice in ducks."

Molly blushed and called Mary.

"I'm going to Paris with Mycroft!"

"Oh my goodness! That is amazing!" Mary squealed.

"I know!"

"Mr. British Government is taking you to the city of loooooove." Mary said.

"It's not like that. He knows I need a break so he's bringing me along. He'll be busy working anyway." Molly replied.

"You never told me about your date the other night. How'd it go?" Mary asked.

"Fine. We had dinner, we talked, he kissed me." Molly said the last part quietly.

"He did what?" Mary was surprised.

"We were both slightly drunk, so I didn't say anything." Molly said.

"I won't pry. Oh, baby's crying. Gotta go. Have fun in Paris." Mary said.

"I will. Bye." Molly hung up.

The rest of Molly's week consisted of work and packing for Paris. Sherlock was less than pleased when Molly told him of her vacation.

"What do you mean, you're leaving?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm going on a trip for a week. Besides, your access is limited anyway." Molly replied.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not telling you because then you'll follow me. Now, if you had let me finish talking, I was going to tell you that I had some fingers and eyes if you wanted them to experiment on them while I'm gone." Molly said.

"Fine." Sherlock said. "But only because you are going with my brother."

"How on earth did you figure that out?"

"It's obvious. He is infatuated with you, and he's going to Paris next week. You never take time off unless it's very important to you. You don't go on vacations by yourself, so you are obviously going to Paris with him." Sherlock showed off again.