Author Note: Sorry I missed last Friday, but I've started my very last semester of college and its completely mental . I'm not going to lie, I don't know how much I'll be able to post during this semester. Please review because I love hearing what I can do better and ideas for future chapters :)

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Lady on the Grey

Chapter 9

Saturday night came around and Molly was nervously anticipating the night's upcoming events. She remembered the call from the night before, "Sherlock?"

"Of course, who else would call from this number?" Sherlock's voice questioned over the line.

"John calls sometimes. He likes to check up on me because he knows I live alone. You live with a very considerate man Sherlock. I actually thought it was him calling trying to talk me out of our date tomorrow. He's not sure that you're intentions are completely pure. I told him that both of us knew what we were getting into it," Molly said.

"John calls you?" Sherlock said. There was a hint of confusion in his voice, which Molly realized that she found endearing.

"Yeah, he calls every once in a while to check on me. He's really kind," Molly explained.

"Oh, I never realized. I'll have to ask him about it," Sherlock said. He wasn't sure why it bothered him that John called her without telling him about it.

"Anyway, what did you need Sherlock? Did something come up? Do we need to reschedule?" Molly asked slightly nervous. She was sad that they would have to cancel, but she understood that cases would always take precedence with Sherlock.

"No, that's not why I called. I just wanted to reconfirm our arrangement," Sherlock explained. "I was not aware of proper dating protocol, so I asked John what the procedure was. He told me to call and remind you of our date and make sure you could make it."

"Oh, that was considerate," Molly replied. Their conversation went on in that manner for another half an hour. Somehow the call made her more nervous than she was before he called.

A few minutes before Sherlock was supposed to come and pick her up, Molly sat fidgeting in her knee length purple sundress.

A knock came at the door and Molly stood so suddenly that her knees popped. She opened the door, "Come in."

"Thanks. I would love to, but we're on a pretty tight schedule. We should probably leave now so that we don't miss the exhibit," Sherlock said.

"Oh, what exhibit are we going to go see?" Molly asked as she pulled on a black knit sweater and grabbed her bag.

"You'll find out," Sherlock said with a sly smirk. "But first we're going to lunch."

Sherlock took Molly to a sweet corner café where they ate adorable sandwiches and drank scalding tea. Molly wasn't sure she liked it, but she was sure Sherlock picked the restaurant to appease her, so she endured it. Though she was sure he could tell that she wasn't overly pleased with his choice. They took their time eating and continued their conversations about her work and about the cases he solved.

"Time to go," Sherlock said interrupting her laughter over an identity debacle that nearly caused Lestrade to let the wrong man walk. He grabbed her hand and they were walking down the sidewalk in the bright sunlight.

"Are we taking a cab?" Molly questioned as they moved further away from the main road.

"No, it's just a couple of blocks away and I didn't want to waste such a beautiful day," Sherlock smiled down at Molly. She was pretty sure that it was the first time she saw him smile about something that wasn't a terribly morbid case or dead person.

They quickly reached a large official looking sandstone building, "The British Museum? What do they have that you want to see?" Molly knew that the British Museum usually specialized in art and that art generally didn't interest Sherlock.

"You'll see," Sherlock smiled that sly grin again.

They walked through the art museum past rooms of paintings and sculptures until they came to a temporary exhibit. Molly read the printed sign that was hanging on the wall, "Body Worlds? Isn't that that one where that man plasticized human bodies for art and science?"

"Yes, that would be the exhibit," Sherlock said. He was grinning and looked like a kid on Christmas.

"I can't believe it; I've wanted to visit this exhibit since I heard it was coming to town," Molly gushed excitedly.

"Good, I thought you would appreciate it," Sherlock told her.

"I do. I wonder what process he used to create these wonderful pieces," Molly said walking around one of the glass cases. The former man was stripped of skin down to bright red muscles and the formerly mentioned skin fell in a fall from his upheld hand.

"Let's find out then," Sherlock said grabbing her hand and pulling her around the exhibit hall. They stayed until the museum closed and by the end they had a pretty good idea of how the artist preserved the bodies so perfectly.

They ended up standing outside of Molly's apartment door. "I had a great time," Molly mumbled suddenly shy.

"I had a rather enjoyable time," Sherlock said. The smile he bestowed on her held a hint of sadness.

Molly shook her head, confused, "That sounds like you didn't enjoy it as much as I did."

"I really did have a nice time, but Molly, we both have to know that we can't keep doing this. I don't have the capacity for this type of relationship. I think we're going to be much better friends now though, since we've shared this time together," Sherlock said.

"Oh, of, of course, no that makes sense, I…I have to go. Thanks for the trip," Molly said as she swung open her door and slammed it behind her.