Molly has been restless the entire day. Mostly because of her looming 'fake date' with the one and only consulting detective. It seems that is all she can think about. She tries unsuccessfully to think of anything, but that. No matter what she tries, but her stupid brain keeps pacing back to it. Molly tried to read the romance novel she brought. Only to end up thinking of Sherlock as a steaming hot pirate who takes her hostage, but falls in love with her instead. Molly then tried to go for a walk, besides how will Sherlock really know? She takes one step outside and thinks better of it. She doesn't want him scolding her all night about not resting. Because some how he will know, if she went out instead of staying in. Considering he does know things for a living. Molly frustrated with herself and the situations she keeps getting into, on this nightmare of a trip, stomps over to the bed and lays down. Before Molly falls alseep, she prays to whoever is listening that everything will go swimmingly tonight.

Sherlock was seething mad. Mostly because he has wandered around this camp all day long and came up with nothing! Not a single suspicious person. He thought it would be a lot easier of a case to solve. After all, he only needs to find a killer in a crowd of people. Sherlock ruffled his hair in annoyance of how time consuming this is turning out to be. Another point he likes to point out to himself is he is only been really looking for a day. No thanks to a certain pathologist. Sherlock let out a sharp breath at the thought of her. In a way he is looking forward to tonight. The great opportunity that the double speed dating gave him. He could easily narrow it down after the 'interviews'. The only thing he is worried about is him having to pretend to have Molly as his date. He may get distracted with the task at hand. She has done a great job so far at distracting him. He just needs to focus and everything will be fine. Sherlock looked at his watch and saw that it was six-thirty. He decided he best go back to the tent and get ready for his fake date.

Once Sherlock stumbled inside the tent. He came across a sound asleep Molly. Sherlock rolled his eyes. She does a great deal of sleeping! When one has a case, they should use every waking hour to review and study it. Then Sherlock remembered it was in fact his idea that she rest after the mishap this morning. He felt incredibly guilty for the whole ordeal. Even though in reality he didn't set it up. Yes he did feel rather joyful at the moment. When now he feels rather differently. He should have let Anderson see Molly or maybe if he got his own coffee? Sherlock groaned in frustration at his thoughts. Thinking about it won't do any good! He needs to focus on the case, not Molly or his 'feelings' Sherlock had become at that instant very irritable. He strode over to Molly's sleeping form and nudged her with his foot. It didn't really do anything, she just mumbled some words and rolled over. Sherlock sighed, he bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering to what they shared together in this particular spot. The way she felt under him and the jolt of electricity he got from her kisses. Even now with just his hand on her shoulder, he could feel a buzz.

"Molly wake up, we have to get ready." He gently shook her awake.

Molly blinked a couple of times and looked up at him, still half asleep.

"Get ready for where?" She gave a big yawn while rubbing at her eyes.

"For our date!" He said impatiently. Really when people were riddled with sleep they became extremely useless. Well more so then usual. At his words Molly's eyes opened wider as she shot out of bed standing up. Sherlock was knocked over by her quickness rendering him flat on his back.

"Oh, sorry!" Molly ran over to him to make sure he was okay. Sherlock waved her off.

"I'm fine. Now we must hurry I want to get there early so I can scan the couples as they come in. it will make it easier to find out what tactic I must use in order to get information from them." With that Sherlock jumped up in one fluid motion and glided towards his pile of clothing. He rummaged through it until he found his suit. Which to his annoyance was wrinkled. Where was Mrs. Hudson when he needed her? It seemed she only came around when he didn't. Sherlock started undressing, he could hear Molly turning away and going through her bag, as he did.

Molly couldn't find a decent scrap of clothing to wear. She had only packed camping clothes. How was she suppose to know this camp was out of the ordinary and had special events. As well that she was going to be on a date, with Sherlock no less! She kept willing for something even remotely nice. Of course no luck. She already knew what she had packed, no use making a mess looking for something that wasn't even there. Molly gave a deep sigh. That apparently Sherlock was aware of.

"What is it?"

Molly turned at the sound of his voice. Seeing him fully dressed in his nice, but crumpled suit. Bloody hell, he still looked damn good, even in a rustled up suit. Molly had to blink a couple of times to get back on track.

"I have nothing to wear."

"Don't be ridiculous Molly! You packed things to wear, therefore you do in fact have something to wear." Molly made a don't be such a smart arse look. He knew exactly what she meant. Sherlock let out a breath and sagged his shoulders in defeat. "Fine. Let's see shall we?" He then made his way over to her bag ready to grab and search it. When Molly, with great speed, dove for her bag before he could touch it. She landed on her shoulder with a thump. Sherlock gave her a bewildered expression.

"Molly if I didn't know you, I would think your hiding something." Molly's cheeks went a bit pink. As she hugged her back to her body. Unwillingly to let him go through it. after all she wasn't going to go through another knickers fiasco. Never mind all her toiletries and feminine products she brought just in case. "Honestly Molly I can grantee that there is nothing in that bag that I haven't seen."

he was probably right, but she still didn't feel like giving it over to him. After all a woman should be able to keep her modesty. Just because it's Sherlock, the man who knows everything, doesn't mean he gets to look through her belongings. Sherlock gave a huff of annoyance at her unwillingness to cooperate. Molly just held on tighter.

"Fine just pick something to wear!" Sherlock snapped as he stormed out of the tent.

Molly kept her sight on the little door, even after it was zipped up. She had picked the wrong time to get on his bad side. It seemed he was in a sour mood tonight. This case, must not be going as planned. Then Molly remembered she was mostly the reason, it has been put on hold. So he must be upset at that. Molly got a tight feeling in her stomach, just thinking about it. She decided then, she wasn't going to stall it any longer. She was going to stay focused on this case, no matter what or rather who got in the way. With a breath she got up and chose a simple white t-shirt, and black trousers. Then set out to find her date.

Molly and Sherlock had arrived an hour early. No one was even there. That didn't stop Sherlock from investigating the entire room. He went frantically about, with his little magnifying glass. In the hopes of finding something. Molly wondered what he thought he could find, in an empty room. Well besides the tables and chairs that were all set up. But she sat quietly, keeping her promise to stay on this case, no matter what. Even if it seemed a tad ridiculous at the moment. Plus she wasn't going to get even more on his nerves, then she already has.

Once the clock hit seven forty, couples started piling in. of course that was Molly's cue to interrupt him, as he didn't notice. Per usual. Molly swiftly walked towards him nudging him with her hand. He immediately stopped what he was doing and turned towards the couples that were in front of them. His gaze locked on each as he deduced what he could, from just a first look. Molly loved watching him work. It amazed her, his talents. He was a genius there was no denying that. After everyone was there. Again the leader from this morning, which Molly probably guessed was the camp's top worker or owner. Stood at the front of the room ready to address them.

"Good evening and welcome to this weeks first adult's only activity! Tonight is our 'Double Speed Dating' which is exactly like speed dating. Except your on a date already with your partner, the speed dating is your double date! Another couple, that you and your companion will get five minutes with each. When the bell sounds you each will get up and find your next table. Now remember our goal is to find campers who can be friends! This is what this activity is all about. Just to have a good time with some other adults and mingling!" Sherlock chuckled at that.

"I'd say he has a thing for mingling. So obsessed with it, really quite sad." Molly looked up at Sherlock who seemed pleased with himself. She just rolled her eyes and looked forward again.

"Now please make a nice line in front of me so I can give you, your number so you know where to start." Everyone made a beeline for the poor man.

Molly waited for Sherlock to move, but he didn't. His eyes were fixed on the line, watching people. Figures, she had to go get the number. Why would he change, after all it was a fake date. Molly trudged up to the line a bit sulky. He could at least notice her a bit. Although a voice crept into her head, saying who would want to notice you in the get up your wearing, it's plain as day. Molly shook her head, as if it would get rid of her thoughts. She quickly got to the front and retrieved the number from the man. Who now she can see, that his name is Ted. She flashed a small smile, with her thanks and dashed off towards her tosser of a date. No surprise when he was in the exact same spot and position she left him in.

"Sherlock, we need to take our table now." Sherlock snapped back to reality at her words. He just blinked a couple of times waiting for Molly to usher him forwards. She turned around looking at the number on the little scrap of paper in her hand. Table eight, Molly scanned the tables until landing on the big bold eight place card. She went to just normally walk to the table, but she became very aware of Sherlock's piercing gaze on her backside. Biting her lower lip, she slowly strutted towards the table, letting her hips sway more then usual. When she got there, she went to pull out a chair. But she was stopped by Sherlock bounding from behind her to do it for her.

Molly gave a surprised smile, as she sat down. He took the seat beside her. She realized as she looked at him, he seemed … awkward. Like he had no clue of what to do. His hands were fidgeting in his lap, as he kept glancing at her and then other couples. It finally dawned on her that he probably never really went on a date, never on a fake date, she reminded herself. But how did he wow Janine? Molly really didn't want the answer to that. As she sucked in a deep breath, she lent a hand out towards his unmoving ones, resting it on top. He relaxed a bit at her touch. He was still stiff and didn't really look at her directly.

"Sherlock it's okay if your nervous about not knowing what to do."

"I'm not nervous." He said shyly trying to brush it off with a laugh. She only nodded.

"Okay." at that moment he decided to look at her, really look. Molly felt the urge to look away, his gaze was so intense. But after a couple of seconds, she couldn't help but return the look. Until it was broken by the first couple they were to spend five minutes with. As Molly jerked back a bit, her hand flying away from his, she turned to their double date. A nice looking man with short brown hair, who looked like a business man sat beside a very pretty woman. Who Molly couldn't help envy. She was the kind of women men want.

Exactly the opposite of herself. She had long beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, a dazzling smile and long legs. Molly couldn't help but suddenly felt very silly for what she was wearing. She hated seeing Sherlock ogle the woman, even if he was deducing her. Molly decided it was time to start drinking. As she found the red wine bottle, in the center and pouring herself some. She didn't feel like offering anyone else any. She didn't care if everyone was staring at her. After all it was eight o'clock at night, not that bad. She rose the glass to her mouth. As the man leaned his hand over to shake Sherlock's.

"My name's Tom." Molly instantly choked on her wine that was trying to make it's way down her throat. Making gurgling and choking sounds. As Sherlock in alarm started patting her back gently. Concern all over his face.

"Are you alright, Molly?" Once Molly calmed down and everything was okay she gave a smile to reassure everyone that she was fine. Sherlock looked relieved, as he kept his hand on her back, now making blissful circles. Which Molly enjoyed. Maybe he did notice her a bit?

"Sorry about that. My love can be a bit clumsy, even while having a drink." He beamed his fake charm at the couple, snaking his arm around so his hand was on her shoulder. As he squeezed it and brought her closer to him. Of course anything to make them seem real. Maybe he didn't notice her after all.

"That's alright, woman usually are. With the exception of being in bed." The man turned to the woman and winked.

What a disgusting wanker! Molly thought. She went to say something, but Sherlock gripped his hand a bit tighter on her shoulder, looking at her. She has to keep a low profile, she knows. But this sod deserved a talking to. Sherlock just chuckled along with the man. Molly knew he was only humoring him, for the case. Sherlock began to rub small circles on her shoulder with his thumb. Probably thinks it will calm her down.

Unfortunately, no such luck. She didn't know if she could stand three more minutes of this man. She suddenly felt sorry for the woman, though Molly had no idea why she would stick around. Though she shouldn't be judging. Because it wasn't so long ago, it was Sherlock making jibes at her. But she still wanted to please him. Love makes you do silly things. At that instant Molly felt a heel grazing her legs. As she jumped back in her seat startled at the contact. The woman in front of her went red in the face. Breaking her sensual air.

"I'm so sorry." She squeaked out. Molly wondered why this woman would be embarrassed. She would if it were her of course. But women like this don't usually care. Molly awoke form her thoughts realizing she hadn't said anything.

"It's alright." After that Sherlock and the man resumed their conversation. Molly knew she should be conversing with the woman across from her, but she didn't know what to say really. As the bell rang letting them know it was time to move on. Which Molly was thankful for. She picked up her half empty glass of wine, and rose to go to the next table. Sherlock quickly attached his arm with hers, giving her a smile. Molly couldn't help, but wonder if maybe somewhere these actions were meant for her, rather then the part she had to play. He lowered his head to her ears and whispered softy.

"Not our man. Although his wife might find him guilty, with his little girlfriend on the side." Molly formed an o with her mouth realizing what he just said. As they glided together towards the next table. Again Sherlock pulled the chair out for her. Once they were seated. The next couple came right away. Molly knew that this was going to be a rather long night.

After a hour and a half Molly had, had enough. All the talking and the loving couples, who all claimed to be madly in love. Made jealousy seep out of her. Not to mention, the little things Sherlock did, to make it seem they too were madly in love. Which no matter how hard she tried, still tugged at her heart strings, Sherlock was just too convincing for it not to. Molly beamed when Ted, announced this was the last round. As she and Sherlock took their seats for the last time that night. Molly gladly poured her fourth glass of wine that evening. Sherlock groaned, making Molly look up to see no other, but Anderson and a woman coming up to their table. Once they were both seated across from them, Sherlock's loving boyfriend act disappeared.

"Sherlock! You didn't tell me Molly was with you! I thought you were on a" Anderson lowered his voice. "on a case."

"I am!" Sherlock said a bit too loudly and defensively at that.

"Then what is Molly Hooper doing here?" He asked as if she wasn't even there.

"Molly is helping me."

"Wait a minute. That's why you didn't answer me about John. You didn't want me to find out you were with Molly." Sherlock rolled his eyes at the man. "But Molly wasn't with you this morning." that got Molly's attention. Because she had in fact been at the meet up, but Sherlock didn't say anything about Philip showing up. In fact Sherlock wasn't even by her side until she had fallen. She was on the ground for at least two minutes. Molly started thinking back to the terrible incident that occurred. Sherlock must have caught on to her analyzing, because he let out his warning "Molly"

Actually now that she remembers more. She had given Sherlock a look with the coffee in hand, he looked back at her. He was only about five feet away if that. So why did it take him so long to get to her, and why did he claim he didn't see what happened, when he had to have. Then as she looked towards Anderson and Sherlock multiple times. Something clicked. She now remembers Sherlock was chatting with a man, who now that she thinks of it looked a lot like Philip.

"You set it up, didn't you!" Molly couldn't control the hurt and anger she felt.

"What? Molly do be silly. I didn't set anything up."

"It's so like you, isn't it. 'Well Molly wouldn't find out, so why not.' Molly mimicked as if she were Sherlock."All you had to do was pay a little boy to distract me from getting over to you and Philip. Because god forbid you would be seen with me!"

"Molly enough. Clearly you have been drinking to much. Just calm down, I didn't-"

"Clearly your still the horrendous ass you were five years ago! Only thinking of yourself." Molly spat out raging now.

"Molly please-" Just then Sherlock was interrupted by Ted over the booming microphone. Everyone's heads swiveled in his direction.

"Now tonight has been loads of fun hasn't it?" He asked. As the people in the room clapped in approval. Molly couldn't bring herself to pretend this was any fun. Especially now.

"Well before we all go let's look at the couple awards." Couple awards? Molly couldn't remember anything being said about that.

"I know you all are thinking, what couple awards?" Damn she hates when people do that.

"Well while all of you were chatting it up, I went around and observed you all. I have picked three deserving couples for three awards. The awards are Married for life, Love birds, and cutest couple!"

If Molly wasn't so mad she might have thought this was a sweet gesture, even though the names were completely rubbish. She didn't pay attention to the first two awards as she just re poured a fifth glass and downed it. She was getting a bit of a headache from the alcohol. But as long as it helped subdue the pain, it was worth it.

"Now for our last award, which is our very special award. Who ever get's cutest couple, always has to come up here and show everyone a little kiss. It's tradition."

Molly wondered why on earth only one award kiss was a tradition. She actually didn't care, she just wanted to leave. Though she couldn't actually get away from Sherlock, since they shared a tent and now a sleeping bag. This was the first time she actually cursed John Watson.

"Okay everyone, here is our cutest couple for tonight. Can Shezza (Sherlock's undercover name) and Molly please make their way up here!" of course everyone already knew their names from tonight, so suddenly all eyes were on their table. Sherlock stood up with his hand stuck out for Molly. She glared at him, but took his hand anyway. It felt like minutes had passed by, when only it was seconds. She went to grab the award. Ted pulled it back, with a smirk on his face.

"Don't tell me you forgot about the kiss." Molly's face went pure white. She did forget. She turned around seeing Sherlock with his fake little loving smile down at her. His head ready to swoop in and place a kiss on her lips. At the last moment, she flinched. Leaving him stunned for a second, while whispering to her.

"Molly what are you doing? Kiss me." Molly couldn't take it anymore. She laughed. Hysterically at that. Everyone had puzzled faces, while Sherlock had annoyance clearly written all over his. Once Molly gained some composure, she stood up straight, looking Sherlock right in the eyes.

"I'm suppose to just kiss you am I?"

"Yes" He said through gritted teeth.

"That's a good one. Really it is. I mean why should I do you any favors, Sher... Shezza. Hmm? All you ever do for me is make me look like a fool. Because God forbid anyone see us together! I get it your not interested! You've made yourself loud and clear. But really going as far as paying some kid to trip me!"

Everyone gasped at her outburst as if their in some little show.

"Molly, I told you-"

"Your nothing but an insufferable git! you've always have been! I hate you!" Molly was off her rockers mad at this man. At how he made her feel, how he treated her kindly at times, then turns around and is the same man who told her to wear lipstick because her lips were too small. Maybe if Molly had been paying attention she would have noticed how Sherlock jerked back at her harsh words. Especially how his face, turned to hurt at her "I hate you".

"So no I will not kiss you. I'd rather kiss a pig."

Sherlock couldn't believe Molly was behaving like this. He thought probably the wine helped out a bit. This was the hurt and trying to control things before I get damaged Molly. She was protecting herself. Which he couldn't blame her. He did do rotten things to her, still does. Sherlock had no idea, he hurt her so much that she would think him capable of creating such a embarrassing situation for her. He would never do that to her. But she was being too busy with her anger to let him get a word in edge wise about it. Which in turn made him angry. Angry that he felt things for her. Angry that she was ruining this case for him. Every time it's her fault, why he isn't finding clues. She is either kissing him, getting herself into trouble, or not sleeping! She should be apologizing to him! She has been one big sentimental in convince to him! She wanted to play this game, he would play it!

"Well if you want a pig to kiss I am sure Anderson would love to volunteer, wouldn't you Anderson?" Sherlock said in his cold harsh voice. He didn't turn to look at him, as he sputtered out an answer.

"Umm..well.."

"How rude! You know it doesn't hurt to be nice for once in your life!"

"Yes people keep saying that, but haven't been able to come up with one hundred percent results! Although when I was concerned for you the other night, you did repay me with your mouth."

Molly jumped a bit, at the mention of their snog session the other night. A flash of hurt crossed her face, but she did a good job of keeping it off.

"Well I won't be making that mistake again!"

"Good I wouldn't want you too. It was terrible, really. I only dated Janine for a case and she served a better snog then you!" he snarled at her.

Molly's world stopped. She couldn't move or find words to speak. She felt like she couldn't breath. As the worst pain she could imagine hit her, as he spoke those words. It was cruel, he knew it. Molly's eyes started to water. She tried so hard to keep them in. he didn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing her tears. Molly tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. As she looked around the now dizzying room, at all the people who pitied her. She wanted to scream, yell, cry all at once. Too many emotions for her to handle. She literally felt sick to her stomach. She instinctively put a hand to her abdomen, as if somehow that could help her. She looked up towards Sherlock for the first time after he said those words. Which in reality was only seconds ago, felt like minutes. He seemed to realize what he had just said, as his face turned into regret. Molly finally just gave into her tears as they came streaming down her face. Making Sherlock a blurry image. He tried to reach out to her, but she tore away and fled the suffocating room. Out into the stormy night. Molly was instantly soaked from the rain pouring down. She didn't care, she just wanted to get away.

Sherlock had a pounding in his ears that wouldn't go away. As Molly ran out the door and into the night. How could he do that? Say those words to her. Why was he always vicious towards her, in the most hurtful ways possible. John's voice rang in his head answering him "Because your a dick.". He was, he truly was. Molly was just upset, and drunk. She had a right to be. He had changed his behaviors with her faster then minutes passed by. He was always lashing out at his feelings towards her. Molly's voice came back from that dreadful Christmas like a taunt in his mind. "You always say such horrible things, every time... always – always." She was right, he did. Sherlock didn't take in all the people staring dagger at him, as he sprinted to the door to find Molly.