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So here is the next chapter...but alas I still don't own Sherlock...*sobs*

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Chapter Eleven

Molly had been sitting in John's chair with a pencil and a writing pad in her hand. She had been scribbling on the paper since they had come back. Sherlock just sat in front of her, looking at her quizzically. He leaned forward and tried to read what she writing, but Molly glared at him and she pulled her legs up, tilting the writing pad towards herself. Sherlock groaned and ruffled his hair with frustration.

"Done!", Molly smiled proudly.

"Finally! Now what exactly have you done?", Sherlock frowned and leaned forward again.

"I've decided that we're going to shift all your experiments from the kitchen table to the lounge table, over here", she pointed at the particular table, "and then we're going to shift your research material onto the coffee table and the wall behind the sofa, because you don't have visitors here, other than the clients and all. Then we're going to place the skull of yours on the coffee table so that you have someone to talk t-"

"Are you planning on destroying my apartment?", Sherlock glared at her.

"If I had to destroy it, I wouldn't need to do anything, judging by the state it alrea-Ohh!", Molly gasped and jumped out of the armchair just as Sherlock lunged for her. His head hit the armrest and he collapsed onto the floor with a groan. Molly giggled & walked towards him, with the writing pad clutched to her chest.

"What have you done to me, Molly? I wasn't like this before…", Sherlock whispered with a small frown.

Before Sherlock could say anything else, Molly thrust the writing pad into his hands, "Come on. You're helping me clean this mess", she murmured and walked towards the furthest end of the room.


Sherlock and Molly lay breathing heavily on the floor. Molly had her eyes closed and her arms crossed over her chest, while Sherlock just stared at the ceiling, his hands tucked under his head.

Sherlock frowned and turned to look at Molly with mock seriousness, "Do you think we should remove the ceiling too? I mean fresh air is good for health and the sunlight would help us save on the electricity bill-"

"And the rain would increase the cost again with us drying, literally the whole apartment, and Mrs. Hudson would demand an increase in rent and what about at night? Candles?", Molly giggled and kept her eyes closed as she breathed in deeply.

"Hmmm…true", he turned to look back at the ceiling. He sat up & looked around him.

The setting had been changed just as Molly had wanted. She had also made a last minute change. It had taken Sherlock all his strength to keep himself away & to keep his whining under control. He had turned his back while she had decorated the window sill with flowers. He had groaned in agony when he looked at the colorful window and pouted at her to reduce the number of flowers. She had refused to do so and opened the windows and curtains to let fresh air in. Sherlock had gasped when he had breathed in the fresh air mingled with the soft scent of the flowers. He had closed his eyes and genuinely smiled.

Sherlock sighed and smiled.

"What is it?", Molly opened her eyes and smiled curiously at his expression.

"Nothing…just that it was a good decision to open the windows for a change…", he grinned down at her. They stared at each other for a bit too long & Sherlock slowly, leaned down towards her, shifting his weight on his elbow and hip. Molly's eyes widened with surprise and she tried rolling away to put distance between them. But Sherlock planted his other arm on her waist and held her there.

Just when Sherlock was inches away from Molly's lips, something red caught their eyes and Sherlock rolled away to the other side, away from it while the red ball jumped onto Molly and lapped her face. She squealed with delight and tried to shove Redbeard away.

"Stop, Redbeard!", she giggled and turned her face to the side towards Sherlock, "A little help please…?"

Sherlock pouted at her and then at Redbeard. Why did he have to interrupt and do what I was supposed to be doing! Sherlock sighed as he stood up and hoisted him up, "You don't lick other people, Redbeard! Just me! I brought you here to scare her…", he pouted at the dog and scratched under Redbeard's chin.

"To scare me?", Molly smirked.

"Yeah…but apparently, he's in love with you…", he whispered and just when he was about to pull away, Redbeard jumped on him and was lapping at Sherlock's face.

"Awww look he loves you too!", she giggled and poked Sherlock's waist.

"Owww! Hey no! Get him off! Stop poking!", Sherlock laughed when she kept poking and ticking his side. Just then Toby strutted in, and Redbeard bounded after him, leaving Molly tickling and poking Sherlock mercilessly.

"God! Molly! Stop!", Sherlock whined and guffawed at the same time and tried to roll away from her.

"Oi! I'm not finished with you! It's not every day you get to find out a consulting detective's weakness!", she snorted and dipped her fingers onto his belly again. Neither of them knew when or how Molly came to straddle him when she moved against him and Sherlock let out a low moan.

"S-Soo-Sorry…!", Molly stammered and tried to move off him. Taking advantage of her flustered state, Sherlock stretched his leg out and caught her leg with his, making her fall on her bum with a loud thump. Sherlock jumped on top of her and planted his hands on each side of her shoulders.

"Well…", he let out a low frisky growl and smirked at her wide pupils, "payback time…"

"No…", she whispered & shoved against him playfully.

"You know you look just like a mouse pushing against an elephant?", he chuckled and leaned towards her.

"Do you know elephants are scared of mice?", she smirked as she wrapped her fingers around his wrists and pushed them away. She hadn't anticipated what happened next. Sherlock gasped as he lost balance and collapsed on top her. Both of them moaned loudly when Sherlock's chin smashed into her sternum.

"I'm…sorry! Are you ok..?!", Sherlock raised himself off of her and groaned again as he cupped his chin. Molly had her hand on her sternum and her shoulders were hunched forwards in pain.

"I'll be fine…", she winced as she sat up, "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault. I should've been quicker. I could-"

"I pulled your arms away. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been so childish and immat-"

"Molly, it's fine…", Sherlock took her hand in his gently.

"No!", Molly scowled and pulled her hand away from him as she got up and ran into her room.


Well...Molly isn't happy is she? Oooooo and I LOVE SHERLOLLY TENSION! I WANT TO PROLONG IT FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE WHICH I WANT TO BE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER but that would be wrong...I'm weird. Please do review! x :)