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Chapter 13

The man popped his face through the door. His face framed in the light of the door for a brief second, before he strode forward to Molly's side. Molly grinned taking her place next to him, looping her arm through his. His lank dark brown hair was slicked back from his face, his sharp features pulled into a smile.
"Are you ready Molly?" he asked looking down at her. You could feel the tension grow in the air, a pin drop would sound like a gun shot. The silence was deafening, only to be disturbed by a very loud, slightly maniacal shout. That came from the owner of a low baritone.
"ANDERSON! You're going on a date with him?" The obvious look of disgust crossed his features. He looked between the two, looking for any sign that this was some sort of joke. He felt more than slightly nauseous as he noted Anderson place a hand on Molly's shoulder. The protective move had him clenching his fists inside his long coat pockets. The beast that usually remained dormant roared awake, it's snake like eyes glowing with fire. The dragon roared its malcontent, as it sort to claim what truly belong to it. Flames shooting from his mouth and smoke billowing out it's nostrils. It's long scaled tail swishing out behind it, while it stomped and crowed. His chest constricted painfully, a deep burn settled in his stomach. Not the pleasant warmth that formed at Molly's appearance but a raging inferno, if felt like hot boiling lava. Bloodlust was not something he often felt but in this moment, he found he would rather enjoy throttling the man.

Molly walked straight in front of the glowering detective. So close she could see the small scar that adorned his bottom lip on the right. She wondered briefly how he obtained it. She noticed that he held his breath at their close proximity. There was an odd light in his eyes as she stared into them. Like blue flames dancing on ice. She could smell his scent; it hung round her like a cloak. It was something between cinnamon and soap, with just a hint of expensive aftershave.
"Yes and?" she asked, her breath ghosting over his face but she continued on. She didn't notice the light shiver that ran through him or the hairs rise on his skin. Her eyes glowed darkly as she challenged him, a new feeling of power bolstering her confidence. The room seemed to shrink, the over bright lights fading it was just them. The bubble did not break until she squared her shoulders.
"Why do you care who I date? Come on Nick." She poked his chest with a slender finger at every word, just where his heart rested. His heart rate sped up on contact, thundering away in side his chest. The alarming speed of his heart was worse than before. With one final prod she turned and strode away. When she reached the smug forensic, she took his arm and led him out. Anderson threw Sherlock a gloating smile over his shoulder as they left.

Half way down the corridor Molly turn to Nick, gave him a small kiss to the cheek.
"Thanks, I owe you one. Shall we go and enjoy the meal?" she smiled her old nervous smile. The old Molly hadn't completely disappeared. She realized she was smiling like a fool; her plan was working better than she had hoped. Sherlock was unraveling before her; she was beginning to understand every little move he made. All the small indicators of his moods, the twitch in his cheek and the burning behind his eyes. He hadn't changed but she was learning to read him, as he read everyone else.
"Anything to finally get one up on the arrogant fre..." His voice was dark with dislike. He stopped when Molly gave him a look that could melt steel.

"Any way Sally will be waiting for us?" He added his tone lighter once more. While Molly walked away a small, no, minute hope began to blossom in her chest. Molly and Anderson continued on to their dinner date. Even if it was fake. The best lies are those that aren't lies at all. Even though she hated to lie, she couldn't help the excited feeling that crept into her heart, he hadn't caught on to anything yet.

Meanwhile Sherlock paced the lab. A low growl reverberated in the back of his throat. Something wasn't right but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He saw John looking at him with an amused expression. Obviously John found the situation funny, he however did not. How could Molly entertain the possibility of dating such a toadying ignoramus? If his extreme incompetence wasn't enough, the man looked like a mutated version of a rat, with the same IQ. What had she said "Why do you care who I date?" Why did he care? He would not have done so before. What had changed between them? The only real change had been all those months ago. Moriarty! He had made him face a few things. Like the fact that even though he may deny it, usually quite vehemently he did care. Had always cared. Moriarty had been right, when he said he would burn the heart out of him. He had forced him to face loss, had subjected him to a solitary existence for a whole year, a life without the ones that loved him. Scuttling round the back streets of England, a fading shadow in his own home. He wondered the dark alleys and seedy clubs, with no more than the clothes he wore. He was a ghost unable to talk to anyone but his pray and that was only for further leads. Why did that change Molly and his relationship? Sliding back on to the stool he pressed his long fingers together in front of his chin. Closing his eyes he headed straight to her room. It wasn't hard to find but it had changed instead of just the normal array of colors, it was covered in photographs. Her smile, a close up of her chocolate brown eyes, her dress at the ill fated Christmas party and her newest look. The colors swirling around the frames of each gold case. New colors added to the mix gold's and greens. With a deep cleansing breath the pushed open the door.

What will Sherlock find inside Molly's room. Will Molly continue her dates with Anderson or does she have someone else in mind? find out in the next chapter.