Because we all know that they would fight about something... this is just one of many things they could have problems with

"See what you've done!" She turned at the sound of Sherlock's shout.

"Me?" She asked pointing at herself as she came closer to the kitchen to see what he was on about.

"Yes you Molly! I swear every time your here I mess up a perfectly good experiment! It's like I can't think with you under the same roof! It's suffocating!" Sherlock about before taking the samples and throwing them into the sink, breaking every piece of glass and any hope of saving what he had messed up.

"Suffocating..." Molly whispered and nodded before she went to put her book in her purse. She grabbed her jacket and long scarf before hearing his shoes bustle about. "I'll be off then. Let you get back to the most important thing in your life." She didn't let her voice crack or deviate from her normal cool tone. She knew she had extra clothes at work and since she was always asked to do more shifts she would be put on duty right away.

Molly left the flat and once two blocks from Baker Street she let one tear fall. Sherlock has never once yelled at her unless she wasn't understanding what he was doing.

The only other time he got angry was when he had solved a case and she had been the one to bring up what cracked it. All she wanted to know is if he would ever want to go on holiday... and boom he was kissing her cheek and telling her how it was all done at such a high octave she wondered if he was amazed at the simplicity of slowly poisoning someone over just one day.

She got to Bart's, found out that they needed someone in 3 hours for a shift and she agreed happily to take over. Mike had been a bit worried and asked if she was alright and she said to not mention to anyone when she would be back for a shift, or that she came by at all. Especially not Sherlock.

She got into another cab, went to a laundry mat after getting her spare clothes and made sure it was one she had never been to before.

She did her laundry, called a fancy hotel since she knew Sherlock couldn't deduce that out of her "cheap" living spaces and actually got a deal for the next three nights.

She went back to Bart's refreshed somewhat and got right into the morgue work. Two DOA and two code blues later and she was headed back to the hotel way after midnight. She got in bed, set up the pillows according to what Sherlock felt like and fell asleep almost instantly.

She woke up the next morning and had 15 missed called and 49 unread texts but she just cleared them out and got up to do her morning routine.

After brushing and flossing and using her mouth wash she heard Johns ring tone and went to answer it.

"Yes John?" She answered and moved to wipe her bottom lip.

"Why did you not give me just a bit of warning?" He asked in a hushed tone and Molly sighed.

"Sorry, with you on short holiday I didn't think he would contact you." She rubbed her temple and sighed. "What's he done?"

"He's come all the way up here. Caught the 2am train! Wants to talk to you." He said and she shook her head.

"No... tell him I'm just a distraction and will be gone for a couple more days. That way he can do whatever he wants while I do what I do. In fact tell him that he might have more time to do all the experiments he wants... I'm thinking about getting a new place." By this time she knew Sherlock was listening. "By myself." She ended the call abruptly and moved to turn off her phone.

She took herself out to a nice breakfast, went to a short staff meeting before working in the lab until her shift was over. She got to the hotel at 4pm and saw flowers upon flowers on the desk that weren't there this morning.

She didn't even check in for messages, just went right up to her room and laid back to relax, but then the room phone started to ring and she reached over the other side of the bed before answering.

"Molly Hooper." She listened as the woman on the other end said that she had been instructed to call this room ever half hour all day until she got ahold of someone to send some flowers up.

"I'll send them right up. They are gorgeous!" The woman gushed and Molly laid back down for just 5 minutes before hearing a knock on her door.

"Coming." She called out and took her hair down before answering the door. She didn't expect a cart full of flowers let alone three to be wheeled into her room.

"M. Hooper right?" The bell boy asked and she nodded. "They all have cards." He told her and she just nodded once again before tipping him to leave the room.

She looked at the array of flowers before rubbing her head and going for her phone. She hit Johns number and waited as it rung.

"Hey Molls." John answered with almost a cheerful tone.

"Could have given me a little warning?" She repeated his question back and he laughed on the other end.

"Found you did he? What did he show up at work?"

"You don't know?" She started to count the vases and cake up with the number 15. "I have 15 bouquets of flowers in my hotel room John! 15!"

"Now I will admit I told him to send you flowers with a note of apology... but not 15." John laughed a bit harder on the other end.

"John... tell me he is still with you." She begged and he laughed again.

"No, he left after I talked to you this morning. Said something about finding you before it's too late." He told me and I groaned before going for all the cards in the sticks.

"What am I going to do with 15 bunches of flowers?" She asked him and he laughed lightly.

"Open the cards and see what they say. I have to go. Rosie is coming. I will be back in a couple days. If this isn't fixed by then we can have a sit down." John told her before just hanging up.

Molly looked at all the cards before going to open one.

I should have never said that. -SH

You know I didn't mean it. -SH

Please answer some of my texts at least. -SH

Couldn't sleep so I paid John a visit.- SH

He didn't seem too happy about seeing me. Rosie did, asked about you as well. -SH

Having Wiggins follow you from Barts. -SH

I know where you are. -SH

Have a case but am refusing to work with anyone but you. -SH

Molly my love. -SH

Answer the phone. -SH

Call me back please. -SH

I will be waiting in the hotel restaurant. -SH

Dinner is on Mycroft. -SH

I would rather be suffocated by you than anyone else.-SH

Molly Hooper... Holmes?-SH

Molly went to her bathroom, swiped up her under eyes and gave herself a smile before laughing and letting the tears fall.

She couldn't believe the nerve of that man. She laughed one last time before going to put her shoes on. She got her jumper on as well before waiting for the elevator and going to the restaurant and asking the hostess where he was sitting. The woman just gave her a wide knowing smile before waving her on to follow.

Molly gripped the ends of her jumper tightly as she was showed into the banquet room and she saw even more flowers. "John bloody Watson." She shook her head for him putting the thought into Sherlock's head about flowers.

"You came." Sherlock's voice spoke from a empty table. He had been sitting down but scrambled to stand as she came closer.

"What was that card about Sherlock?" She asked him and he gulped and looked around before patting down his chest and then looking at the chair he had been sitting in. He grabbed his Belfast and reached into the breast pocket before going towards her with the small box in his hand and he grabbed her hand before placing the box in hers and opening it for her to see the old fashion beautiful ring sitting in the middle of the velvet. "Sherlock-"

"No... just wait." He held up his hand and took a knee before looking up at her. "We might not be the perfect couple. We might not always get along. We might not always love being around each other... but there are certain things that are irrefutable." He told her and she scoffed.

"Like what?"

"Like now matter how hard you tried you could not stop loving me. How while we went around for years loving each other and didn't say anything... that cant end just because we do annoy each other. I cant even imagine you not being in the flat anymore. You have made it more than just Baker Street. That is home. It feels great just to think about going there knowing you will be home. My home, my heart feels filled with a sense of comfort knowing that I get to see you everyday just because we cohabitate. Yes I feel like I get on your nerves some times. I do not clean up after myself. And yes I make most of the mess. But to lay in bed when I do sleep and hold you close... it just makes things in my world right again. And before we started this, I can't even tell when it wasn't okay. But I know that you will irritate me occasionally, and while I will probably irritate you every day I want you to know that this isn't because I despise your presents. I love you in my life. I love you in every aspect of my life. And I want to love you as my wife. So... will you marry me Molly Hooper, and become a Holmes?"

Molly stared down at him, not even caring that the diamond was beautiful and how it took her breath away, because his words meant more to her than she thought. And while it didn't all make perfect sense, it did make more sense as to what he was trying to say.

"You mean it?" She asked and he gave her a stiff nod.

"Please Molly." He begged just when she was going to come up with a witty retort about suffocation but his face showed just how worried she was that she was going to give up on him.

"Yes Sherlock." She told him and in a blur he had the ring out of the box, on her finger, and his mouth fusing with hers.

There was a round of applause somewhere behind her and she broke away to see Mrs. Hudson, John, Rosie, Lestrade, and Mycroft all there watching.

"Liar." She pointed to John and he laughed and shrugged before leaning over to tell Rosie something. It made her squeal and run for her godparents before Sherlock hefted her up and kissed her cheek.

"Daddy says you can have baby cousins now." She said to them and while Sherlock laughed Molly felt something deep inside her shift as she watched Sherlock kiss Rosie's cheek.