Chapter 10.

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After the adventures of the 'Bat' experiment nothing really happened, nobody called, not even Greg, Sherlock had no nightmares apart from the usual and everything was oddly peaceful. But this was bad news for Sherlock. After weeks of high pressure things to do, now there was nothing and that meant. "MOLLY! I'M BORED!" but after last time molly knew that Sherlock was easily occupied, or that's what she thought, but this wasn't last time and Sherlock had run out of experiments and ''games'' so that meant there was nothing for Sherlock to do.

"MOLLY?" yelled Sherlock, he hadn't had an answer from her for the past 10 minutes it was strange because every time Sherlock would call for Molly he would almost always get an instant reply. So Sherlock got up from the sofa and walked around in search for her, first he checked the kitchen, no Molly, he then checked the bathroom as she would sometimes be in there for hours, no Molly there either. He checked both bedrooms, no Molly anywhere. The only place left was on the loft, Sherlock wasn't really meant to go up but 'oh well, I can't find Molly and that's the last place to look' he thought as he climbed up the stairs, the stairs were old and twisty 'I'm sorry, you can't come up here.' Molly voice drove through his head "Molly?!" called Sherlock, from the bottom of the stairs "Are you up there?" still nothing. "Molly?" his voice was hinted with the tiniest of anxiety.

Sherlock sat at the bottom of the stairs, about five minutes had passed since he had last shouted on her 'What if she's left me, what if she'd been kidnapped and is being tortured?' These thoughts had been going round his head, 'Maybe she's just sleeping, that is where her bed is.' He thought 'But I couldn't hurt to check, could it.' And with that Sherlock got up and bounded up the stairs, two at a time up to the door. He paused before he lifted his hand to knock, he had once before tried to wake Molly. He shuddered at the thought; the wrath of the half asleep Molly was not to be crossed. But that still didn't stop him so he knocked anyway. "Molly?" he said quietly as he pushed open the door.

Sherlock stepped inside to find; the bed empty, the window open and a note. He picked up the note, strange, bohemian paper; like the note in the strong box. The pen the note was used to write with was cast aside on the bed. The note read;

Sherlock:

Sorry I didn't tell you, I'm at Bart's; just getting something for you, don't worry. I'll be back soon; I'm also just getting some more food, etc. Anyway, hope you get this. Love Molly x

Sherlock sighed 'Of course, strange though, how would she know I would come up here.' Sherlock put the note into his pocket and went down stairs, "Oh, good game, Molly Hooper, good game." Sherlock said out loud as he realised she had done this to keep him busy, what with no cases this was the nearest thing to it. Sherlock threw himself back down onto the sofa, twiddling the note in his hand. Click. Molly was back, Sherlock turned to face the back of the sofa, and he heard the door open "Sherlock?" Molly called "I'm back!" the bags were making and awful noise and they squeezed through the door "Sherlock?" Molly called as she set the bags down onto the table and walked through to the living room. "I trust you got food." Sherlock muttered "Yes, what do you want for tea, I bought some Chinese ready meals, I know their slightly disgusting but…" Molly started before Sherlock held up the note "oh good, hope that kept you busy for a while." Molly chuckled "I'll remember that for next time." She said ad wandered over to the kitchen "So, what do you want to eat?" she called "Nothing." Replied Sherlock, as he got up and too wandered over to the kitchen door, "I'm just going to watch." He said smoothly, "Are you sure?" asked Molly looking at him quizzical "Why on earth would you want to watch me stab holes into a carton and shove it into a microwave?" And moved over towards him "No…No reason." Sherlock stammered, 'damn Molly being so pretty with her hair and her eyes.' Sherlock thought as she walked passed him and into the living room. "Are you really going to stand there for 15 minutes just looking at the microwave?" she called "No. of course not." Sherlock said, turned round and walked over to the sofa, where Molly was now sitting on and watching TV. "Isn't TV so dull?" Sherlock complained "No as dull as watching the microwave." Molly looked at him "You sure you don't want anything?" she asked "I meant if you're watching my food, you must be hungry, so I ask again what do you want?" "You. Yogurt." He said quickly "Do we have any yogurt?" Molly looked back at him giving him a look "Yogurt, why?" she asked "I'm hungry… I need you.. Do we have some?" Sherlock stammered 'what is wrong with me?!' he thought "I'll go check" she sighed and got up.

'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, did he just say he needed me?!" Excitement rushed through Molly's brain 'I can't believe this, finally!' Molly thought as she opened the fridge, now stacked with the food she had bought, sadly none of which was yogurt. "No, sorry, no yogurt." She called looking up at the microwave "Oh damn!" she shouted she had completely forgotten about Her food she took it out of the microwave and set it down on the table. "So what do you want?" "Ermm." Came the reply "I'm not sure." "Okay." Molly said and walked back through to sit with Sherlock on the Sofa. "So, what were you getting at Bart's?" Sherlock asked "Oh, just some of the blood samples, I was helping with them or you could if you want?" "BRILLAINT" cried Sherlock as he shot up, "Where are they?" he called "In the fridge, the microscope is in the top cupboard." "Oh it's Christmas!" Sherlock cried and set up the kitchen table as his new desk "Tomorrow could you get a spare arm please and different concentrates of hydrochloric acid, please." Sherlock called "Yeah, sure." Molly called back; Sherlock rushed through, hugged her then went back to his microscope. Although there wasn't much to do with a few blood samples it was the first time Sherlock had looked through any form of microscope in 3 weeks.