A.N: Hey my Mollcroft fans!
I truly hope you are going to love this chapter it was very hard for me to write it as I didn't want to disappoint any of you.

A huge thanks to my reviewers and to Joan my beta reader. You all mean so much to me.

Anyways I made it quite long in order to make up for the lateness. Please review and let me know if it meets your expectation.

I still don't own Sherlock or its characters.

Steffy2106

Chapter 11:

Molly looked at the clock and huffed once more. She was supposed to be out for a good two hours, but Dr. Miller, the head pathologist, dumped extra work on her as he loved to do.

To be fair, Molly didn't usually mind the extra work. It helped her get her mind off of things, especially the guilt she was feeling for being an instrument of John's pain by helping Sherlock fake his death.

But he was really pushing, abusing her nice side to the limit. Now she was supposed to meet John and Lestrade in less than two hours, and she still had to go home, shower and make her away to the opposite side of the city on a Friday….It seemed to be an impossible mission as it was, and she still had the report to write.

"Never mind" she grumbled, before huffing angrily to get rid of a rebellious strand of hair that kept falling in her face. She closed the file loudly and marched to her boss' office.

As she knocked, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She saw John's name, and put it back in her pocket as her boss said to come in.

She was not even surprised to see him reading a fishing magazine. The man didn't even try to pretend he was busy after dumping this last minute autopsy on her.

"I really have to go" said Molly. "I have plans I cannot cancel, the autopsy is done. I just have the report to write. I am off tomorrow but I will come in for a couple of hour to finish."

Dr. Miller shook his head with what seemed to be a disappointed sigh. "If you must…" he trailed off.

This attitude infuriated Molly even more. "Well, I have the dictation and the file here. If there is some urgency to it you can do it, I won't be offended. I mean, the body did arrive during your shift."

He glared at her, and it took all of Molly's willpower not to smile. He knew she owned him. She also knew he wouldn't fire her; he needed her way too much for that. "No, it's fine, it can wait until tomorrow." he added with a clipped voice.

Yeah I thought so. Molly thought. "Thank you." she simply said, before rushing to the locker room.

Her phone started to vibrate again. John was calling her again. She couldn't blame him, she had bailed on him so many times before that, so she couldn't blame him for his lack of faith.

"I am just leaving work now, I swear- I'll be on time." she said breathlessly, as she entered the locker room.

"Molly," said a voice that was most definitely NOT John Watson.

Molly froze on the spot, her hand on her locker door. "Mycroft-" she whispered before looking at the screen again. It did say 'John'. She hated how her heart accelerated with just hearing him say her name.

"It's nice for you to finally answer." he said, and she didn't miss the cold edge in his voice. He was apparently angry.

"Are you using John's phone?"

"Yes I am, you know; since Dr. Watson and I are just such good friends…" Mycroft said with heavy sarcasm.

"What do you want, Mycroft?" Molly asked, removing her white coat.

"I just came out of the plane; I wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight. I know it is quite short notice, but with my extremely busy schedule and your exceedingly childish attitude –"

Molly removed the phone from her ear and glared at it. Childish? She made a face, cross eyed and stuck her tongue out at the phone. There! That's childish! she thought, and before bringing the phone back to her ear retrieving her handbag from her locker.

"There is no point in making faces." Mycroft chastised.

Molly looked quickly around the room, but there was no camera. "How do you know? There is no camera in the room." she asked.

Mycroft laughed, not bothering to deny her accusation. Molly hated the smile his laugh brought to her lips. She was supposed not to care anymore; she was supposed to be done with him. "You think I need to see you to know what you're doing?"

"For dinner, my answer is no." she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Mycroft sighed. "Is it a no because you can't, or is it a no because you don't want to?"

"Both" she replied truthfully as she walked out of the hospital. "But I do have plans tonight."

"With John Watson?" he asked, and Molly wondered if she had just imagined the edge she heard in his voice.

"Why do you ask? I'm sure you already know anyway."

"There is no point in denying that, is there?"

She couldn't help but scoff. "No. But I think you were right" she added as she got into the bus.

"I generally am. You will need to be more specific."

"You and I, it's a mistake." she said, not entirely convinced it was the truth.

Mycroft sighed. "And just when I started to think otherwise."

Molly rolled her eyes and bit her tongue to stop herself from saying something she would most likely regret. "I have to go I…I'm glad you're back safe and sound" she finally admitted before disconnecting the call.

She arrived at the fish and chips shop 45 minutes late and was sad not to see John. Everything today had been hellish, like life had wanted her to be late. Was it because karma didn't want her to be part of the anniversary of Sherlock's 'death'? All she knew was that her bus had to stop for over 20 minutes due to a road blockage. The driver was given the order not to let anybody out. After that she called a taxi 3 times and he never showed. She had texted and called John a few times but never managed to reach him. She had called Greg, who told her he had to cancel and had talked to John about it a couple of hours earlier. The commissioner had requested that he do a guard swap and there wasn't much Greg could deny the commissioner.

Molly cursed, seeing John was not there. He was probably mad at her, thinking she ditched again- and she couldn't blame him for that. She texted him knowing he was probably too upset to pick up his phone.

I'm sorry I was late. I'll stay for a little while. I hope you will forgive me and come back. XOXO Molly

"May I join you?" asked a voice as soon as she pressed the send button.

Molly didn't need to look up to know it was Mycroft.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, we can't say John is your number one fan," she replied, finally looking up to meet his eyes. Mycroft didn't have his usual cold façade, and looked almost friendly.

"Well, I don't see John anywhere; but I promise to leave if he comes and keep our friendship a secret." Mycroft stated, and sat, clearly confident that she wouldn't refuse.

"Is that what we have?" she asked

Mycroft ordered two plates before turning to her. "What?"

"Friendship."

Mycroft rested his arms on the table and linked his hands together. "I thought we did, yes, until you started ignoring my calls, at least."

Molly nodded. "Likewise."

Mycroft frowned. Molly could see his patience was wearing thin and yet he was doing his best to keep his cool. "I thought you understood my job will always come first, I never hide that fact."

Molly sighed, shaking her head. "You are so smart and yet ….Never mind, you were right we can't be friends."

"And I reject your conclusion. First I never said we couldn't be friends, I simply stated that I didn't have nor need any friends. However, over the last few months I reviewed my previous statement and yes I have a friend…you."

Molly softened ever so slightly; she hated the fact that he could just say a few words and make all her resolves crumble. He was so like Sherlock that way, it was not fair. "I don't think it's the right place to discuss this." she added, hoping he would leave and would keep the little dignity she had left.

"Ah yes, at least this is something we can agree on."

Molly eyebrows shot up in surprise. "We do?" she said shocked that he would give up so easily. She was also a little hurt that he did.

Mycroft nodded, reaching for his wallet. "Yes, let me drive you home. We'll be in a better environment to discuss things."

"I'm still waiting for my food, and maybe John will show up."

"Can we get the food to go please?" Mycroft asked the man behind the counter. "That's settled" he said once the man nodded. "As for John, no offence but…" Mycroft retrieved his pocket watch "it has been over an hour- I think you can say this won't happen."

"Is there anything you don't know about my schedule?"

"Very little."

"I am not sure I like it." Molly said.

"I'm not sure you have a choice."

Molly glared, but she knew that she wouldn't get much more in the discussion department if she stayed there.

"You know, you are in much more danger than what you think" he said when they settle in the car with their food. "If I have men checking on you, it's mostly because of your connection to Sherlock and the still existing Moriarty network."

"You said mostly."

"Yes, I have to admit I like the idea of having you safe. If you expect me to apologise for that I won't ,so don't get your hopes high. I just…That's it."

"Yes, well, if I am supposed to be okay with all that; maybe you could try harder, too."

"Molly, I'm sure you're aware of the situation in the Middle East. It has reached a critical level and they really needed me there to –"

Molly raised her hand, getting even more offended, if that was actually possible. "Do you think I am mad because you cancelled our date?"

"I want to say yes, but based on your angry face, I would probably just anger you even more." Mycroft sighed. "OK- I give up, what is it?"

"The fact that you cancelled is truly not a problem. I know what you are…well no, I don't, and to be fair I don't even want to know. Just… I know I am not a priority in your life. I know I do not even make the top five and it's fine. I just thought I deserved a little more notice than an hour before and I am not working for you."

"I know that."

"Then please take a minute to give me a call, and don't pretend you couldn't do it, because a quick phone call during a pee break would have been more than enough."

Mycroft sighed again as the car stopped in front of Molly's place. Now he remembered again why relationships were not his thing. Women were just raw exposed nerves getting irritated about nothing. Every part of his logical mind told him to bid her goodnight, He should just leave and let her deal with her woman's craziness on her own, and yet he heard himself say "May I at least come in and explain myself?"

Molly let him in. "You have nothing to explain."

"You are the one complaining about being under scrutiny. You are bullying my men when they are trying to keep an eye on you." he said, setting the bag of food on her table.

"You were prying, Mycroft; this was not for my security."

Mycroft dismissed her comment with a gesture. "Your level of security is the maximum I can put you on without alerting the higher-ups. If I had been the one calling you, you would have become a PEP. As much as I can control most things, I would lose full control over your surveillance."

"PEP?"

"Politically exposed person- once you are on this list, Molly, there is no turning back."

Molly shrugged. "Well, if that is what it takes, then so be it."

Mycroft looked at her with disbelief; "You have no idea what it entails… thorough background checks in every single area of your life, being flagged in systems all over the world when applying for anything."

Molly shrugged again. "I have nothing to hide, if I have to do it then I will."

"You would do all that just to be my friend? I am sorry, Molly dear, but no matter how highly I think of myself, I am not sure I am worth the trouble."

Molly gave him a small smile. "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"You have no idea what you are getting into."

"Consider me warned" she added with a small smile, not really sure she knew what she was getting into.

"So are you sure there is nothing you want to know?"

"I don't-" Molly looked at him confused.

Mycroft sat gracefully on her armchair crossing his legs elegantly. "I do not sleep with my assistant" he said, very calmly holding her eyes.

Molly looked away mortified, cursing Anthea. She had asked that out of anger. She was quite pleased when Anthea told her she was the one who needed to ask, because once the anger subsided she realized how out of line her question really was.

"I find the idea of sex quite repelling to be honest," Mycroft shook his head… "it's very unsanitary." He looked up to Molly, who was looking at him, her jaw slack.

Molly sat heavily on the sofa. "Okay…" was all she could say, that was bound to be one frustrating relationship.

"Have no fear, I am not my brother and sex does not alarm me. I do indulge in this physiological need when I do require it but it is exclusively through highly paid professionals."

Molly expected him to say 'gotcha' at any moment, but it never came. She couldn't believe that Mycroft just admitted he was not attracted by sex but when he had to have relief, he was using high end hookers. Molly also knew how these high priced women looked, she was not half as good looking as these women.

"But it was before I met you…With you I don't need it, I just want it and it's very different and unsettling. Sex has always been a means to an end….I can see you are self-conscious. As selfish as it sounds, I only used highly paid professionals for their discretion and lack of sentiment. What they looked like didn't matter to me; they never counted- but you…"

"I?" She asked breathlessly.

"You are waking up a part of me that I thought was dead for a very long time…Desire, jealousy; I feel them all when I am around you. You are making me weak and I don't like it."

At the word desire, Molly's heart started to palpitate even more…just a simple word made her body react in ways she never expected. "Jealous?" she asked, trying to keep the fog of want at bay.

Mycroft stood up and walked gracefully toward her, stopping so close she could feel his body heat radiating out from where he stood.

As his fingers trailed down her neck, it was like he was setting fire to her skin. "You, my dear, are stirring a part of me I was sure I killed a very, very long time ago" he whispered as his eyes followed the movement of his fingers down Molly's graceful neck to the curve of her shoulder.

Molly breath was caught in her throat when Mycroft hooked his forefinger in her bra strap and brought it down her shoulder. He leaned in slowly, probably to let her take the time to step back if she hadn't wanted him, but by then her brain was on a complete lust overdrive and all she could think of was how long it would take to get him out of his suit.

When Mycroft started to nibble softly on her shoulder, she forgot everything and buried her hand in his hair as a little moan of pleasure escaped her mouth.

Before even realizing it, Mycroft was kissing her lustfully and she was pulling at him by his jacket to direct him to her bedroom.

Mycroft was possibly the best lover Molly ever had. Not that she was such an expert, as she could count on the fingers of one hand the men she slept had with. But for someone who claimed not to be attracted by sex, Mycroft turned out to be a very skillful, gifted and caring lover.

"Are you really good in everything you do?" Molly asked, breathless and satisfied, resting her head on his shoulder.

Mycroft chuckled before kissing her forehead. "Well, I did tell you I was a genius, didn't I?"

Molly laughed, playing idly with Mycroft chest hair.

"But I do agree, it was very different than usual,"

"Different good or different bad"? Molly asked, closing her eyes.

"Depends on how you look at it." he replied.

Molly opened her eyes and looked up at him with concern. "What do you mean?"

"Good in a sense that for the first time I do understand the appeal sex has on people; it is much more pleasing than I thought it could be."

Molly smiled. "That's because it was with someone you care for and someone who cares a lot about you too."

Mycroft sighed. "Presumably yes, but now I think it's bad because I don't think I will ever be able to enjoy it any other way and it will certainly be very difficult not to jump on you every time I see you."

Molly chuckled. "I don't see anything wrong with that." she said, bringing her hand to his cheek.

"I do," Mycroft reached for her hand on his cheek and held it. "For the first time in forever I let my urges think and we took some inconsiderate risks. I never wanted to be a father, what if you are now with child?"

"With ch—Oh! No, don't worry, its fine I am on the pill."

Mycroft frowned. "I thought you had been single for a while."

Molly blushed. "I- yes, you know-" She let out a little embarrassed laugh. "It was more on a 'what if ' basis, what can I say, I am an optimist."

Mycroft's Cheshire cat smile appeared as the lusty glint reappeared in his eyes. "God bless optimism." he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he flipped her so she was pinned under him. "Enough talking….Where were we?" he asked, crashing his lips on hers again.