A/N: Here is the Epilogue and that makes this story completely finished! Thank you all so much for reading. Let me know how you liked it!

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Epilogue

by Christine

Sherlock was bored. It had been two weeks since his encounter with Molly in the lab. And he missed her. She had been working long hours and John said he wasn't bother her if she needed to get things done. And he, he just moped in 221B wishing Lestrade could come up with a more exciting case than biker accident for him to take. Or for his clients to be more interesting; not the cheating wife of a lorry driver that he dismissed from the flat only minutes before.

John still texted him throughout the day to check on him. Today was a clinic day for him so the texts were not at regular intervals. Whenever he could squeeze one in between patients. The content of the messages were a little a bit different than before though.

How are you feeling?~JW

Is Molly still happy~JW

You didn't do anything stupid right?~JW

Always bring chocolate if you mess up. Women like that.~JW

To these and other inane comments Sherlock regularly responded with:

Molly is happy. Bug off!~SH

And John usually sent back those silly little faces made from punctuation marks:

;) ~JW

Mrs. Hudson was so happy that Sherlock was happy. Though Sherlock was still regularly moping around the flat Having Molly periodically there meant that Sherlock would actually eat the food she cooked. Whenever Lestrade thought about Sherlock and Molly together he couldn't help but still be slightly confused, but it seemed to work so he left them alone.

Mycroft was severely disappointed that Sherlock had given into his distraction but Sherlock didn't care to figs for his older brother's opinion. Mycroft was eternally grateful that it wasn't drugs anymore. Or ever, apparently Sherlock had promised.

After dismissing the lorry driver's wife Sherlock plopped into his armchair and bellowed for Mrs. Hudson to bring tea. "Not your housekeeper!" she yelled back up the stairs. But Sherlock wasn't long disappointed for the loss of the beverage as he heard footstep quietly coming up the old staircase. Soon Molly's face appeared in the doorway of 221b.

"Hi." She shifted her feet and fiddled with the buttons on her jumper.

"Hi." Sherlock smiled at her and she walked into the flat neatly placing her bag on John's chair. Slowly she walked over to his chair. "There's a new kidney at the lab for you." Sherlock grinned like a little boy. Molly lingered and leaned her weight against his knees.

"I got off early," she said explaining her presence. "I thought I would come by." She slipped into his lap like she belonged, which of course she did. Suddenly Sherlock was no longer bored.

el fin.