Author's note : Let's keep on with TEH, where Molly ans Sherlock and collaborating. We'll see the battle inside Molly's head about her feelings :) Hope you'll like it and review ! Thank you to The-Scorpio-Holmes-Sister-221B for the support :D !

I don't own BBC Sherlock !

Molly was sleeping deeply, Tom had gone to work. She was having a disturbing dream, about her own wedding. She was wearing a veil, so the face of her soon-to-be husband was a bit blurry. Tom's silhouette was approaching her, and as much as he was approaching, his silhouette was changing to another one's. When he was close enough, he raised the veil to discover Molly's face, almost in shock. Sherlock was in front of her, so close… He bowed to kiss her, but instead he came to her ear to whisper a soft :

« - Wake up, Molly Hooper. »

On that, Molly took a deep breath and woke up, the sheets of her bed completely disorganized. She groaned and shook her head, trying to chase away this nonsense dream. Apparently nonsense. She has moved on. Maybe it was the stress of being married ? She would be Tom's wife… She had moved on.

She looked at her phone to see what time it was. 12h00am….soooo late ! She had her day off and…what was this ? A text ? Maybe Tom had forgotten something… She opened it and red carefully :

« - 221B Baker Street. Please come at 1.00pm. SH »

Molly raised an eyebrow and made a weird smile. What will he do this time to seduce her and have what he wants ? She sighed and dressed up. It was so cold outside. She decided to walk to Baker Street, she needed some fresh air, to put out some thoughts of her head, and to take confidence. If she had calculated right, Sherlock was going to make her a compliment and ask her to help him for a case or…no, to find back John. But she won't do it this time. She had moved on, Sherlock was just nothing more than a previous fantasy. Of course she considered him as her friend and would still do anything for him…except if he felt the need to charm her for that. That would mean he didn't really trusted her. She arrived at the 221B Baker Street one hour later, and the door was open.

When he heard her footsteps in the stairs, Sherlock couldn't help but smile slightly to the idea to do « this » with Molly.

« - You wanted to see me ? » her soft smily voice came from behind.

Sherlock turned from the window to face her and said a bright :

« - Yes ! »

He took some steps closer to her. Molly's heart began to race. Was he doing to do it ?

« - Molly ? he asked

- Yes, she answered almost whispering.

- Would you…Would you like to…, he continued stepping closer to her, solve crimes ?

- Have dinner ? asked Molly in the same time.

- Hum ?! » they said in the same time, sharing an astonished stare.

Molly giggled a bit and was somehow disappointed and relieved by his request. There was no dinner, how bad, but there was no attempt at seducing her either. So he really trusted her…

« - What about John ? » Molly finally said.

Sherlock frowned and his eyes gone down the floor. He sighed and answered looking at her a bit sorry :

« - Well I learned he…he had had a life after my fake death. He lives with his fiancée, a certain Mary Morstan… pretty nice by the way, and he will certainly marry her soon… He has a job as a doctor in a little institution for the moment.

- Oh but that's great ! Molly screamed of excitement. Oh sorry, I screamed, I didn't want to, but that's…that's great for John. But I guess this is not because of his fiancée he doesn't want to work with you again, mmh ? »

She approached and gave a curious look to the icy stare of Sherlock. He answered, sighing :

« - It appeared that….he didn't forgive me as fast as I thought…. »

Molly laughed a bit but had been interrupted by Mrs Hudson, introducing the brand new one client of the day. Sherlock welcomed them with a funny story involving monkey glans, but the clients, a couple apparently, high class, didn't get the funny part of it. Molly was sitting on a wooden chair next to Sherlock's, facing the clients, with a genuine smile. Sherlock finished his story and turned to them :

« - Tell me about your case, Mister Harcourt, he said calmly.

- Are you sure about this ? muttered Molly quite uncertain of what she was doing here.

- Absolutely, reassured Sherlock.

- Should I be making notes ? Molly asked nervously with her little smile.

- If it makes you feel better…, whispered Sherlock.

- Well but you say that's what John says he does and if I'm being John…

- You're not being John, you're being yourself. » he breathed out to Molly who smiled of contentment from his concern.

But in that particular case, solved in less that 30 seconds, she didn't have the time to take notes. The next one, she was able to take some notes, but after discussing with a soft voice to the victim, Sherlock got up and walked to her to explain the victim's stepfather was her online boyfriend, who broke up, depressing her, making her staying at home, and letting the stepfather having the wage of the victim. Molly was utterly shocked by the piece and let Sherlock insult the victim's stepfather with all her will.

After their clients were gone, with a sort of argument between the two of them, Sherlock and Molly stayed sat next to each other. They were silent, but Molly knew Sherlock was thinking. His silences were never innocents. He certainly thought about a way to have John back without making him break up with his fiancée.

« - You've grow up, you know ? she discreetly said after some minutes.

- Molly, he muttered, passed a certain age we stop saying « grow up » but we say « get old ».

- I mean you're more mature…, grinned Molly.

- Don't be fooled by appearances, Molly. » he smiled.

She smiled back. Sherlock saw on her stare that she had really improved her reactions to feelings, emotions, and especially to Sherlock's reactions toward her. He was enjoying her presence, calming, joyful, loving. Everything he really had missed when he went off her home to dismantle Moriarty's web in Eastern Europe. He couldn't say it with words, but he had missed her much more than he firstly thought. When he was under torture, he took refuge in his mind palace, in the room he built for Molly. It was a sort of replica of the mortuary, all shinny white…with no walls, no separations. Perfect place to have conversations with her when she wasn't there actually. She was looking at his « rats ». And for one second, the desire of gently caressing her hair had gone through him. But the ringtone of the telephone gave an end to all his foolish ideas.

« - Graham ! he said, taking the phone to his ear…..Uh sorry Greg. What's going on ? »

Molly turned to him and tried to understand what Lestrade was telling but his voice was too low.

« - Okay, we're coming. » said Sherlock, hanging up the phone.

He got up in a jump, took his blue scarf and his coat. He turned to Molly and said :

« - Let's go to see a crime scene ! »