Another from tumblr, Mollrene this time (one of my favorites).

Molly knocks on the door to 221B, and waits, knocks again, waits some more. Just as she's about to turn away the door swings open, and her heart falls just a little when she takes in the gorgeous, dark haired woman; the kind of woman who never wore too much lipstick or too little, who could wear any dress like a second skin.

"Sherlock's not home." Her voice is gravel and honey, wrapping around Sherlock's name with a familiarity that makes Molly's chest ache - even though she had long given up hope.

"You look lost. Why don't you come inside? I'm sure he won't mind." Molly stammers, gesturing down the street, but the woman tuts and extends her hand, capturing one of Molly's floundering ones and pulling her inside.