been a while hasn't it? terribly sorry this took so long, but I've got a few chapters to come now.

John walked into the morgue. Molly was there with her hands elbow deep in someone.

"Hey Molls." he called jovially from the door. In his hands he had two Starbucks coffees. Molly smiled over her shoulder at him. She supposed she still resented him a little for being in love with the man of her dreams but now she had experienced the brother. She figured it was a pretty fair deal. Besides, they always had coffee on a Friday and she could never stay angry at anyone for very long.

She washed her hands and headed to her adjoining office where John had gone. He was in the spare chair and her coffee and a muffin were waiting for her. She inwardly giggled. God, he was like a gay best friend. Only now there was no 'like' about it.

She sat down in her desk chair and took the muffin.

"So.." asked John, "How did it go?" he grinned devilishly at her.

"He took me to the Woolsey."

John sat back, "Is that the one that's like the Ritz only posher?"

"That's the one." Molly blushed at the memory.

John nodded in appreciation of the gesture. "So what's he like? Is he always this imposing ethereal presence with a smug face or is he actually a nice person?"

"He is the nicest person I've ever been on a date with. I'm not joking!" she said to John's doubting face, "He's so attentive and lovely. I suppose he's kind of like how Sherlock is with you."

"What do you mean?" John looked puzzled.

"Oh you know. You don't have to hide it from me. Sherlock told me yesterday. That you agreed to be his boyfriend. I'm not going to lie it nearly killed me to hear him say it, but looking back he seemed really like a man in love. You're very lucky. What?" Johns mouth was agape as he looked at her.

"We're not a couple." Molly smiled and was about to say something when he said, "No, really Molly, we're not. Mycroft got us into this mess. His mother thinks we are a couple and so we're going to dinner there but we aren't an actual couple. It's all a big misunderstanding really."

Now it was Molly's turn to look puzzled. "Why does Sherlock's mother think you're a couple?"

John waved his hands and shrugged, "Apparently he talks like we are."

"Oh." She looked down.

"What?" John eyed her suspiciously.

"Nothing! It's just that if a cold, calculating man like Sherlock is talking like you're a couple, he must think very highly of you."

"Well," John shrugged again, gulping his coffee, "we're best friends aren't we?"

"He hasn't had many friends. Maybe he's getting confused with friendship and... More." John gave her a dirty look then sighed. "I suppose you may have a point. I not going to lie Molly he's been daydreaming a lot lately. I caught him looking at my arse the other day."

"Really?" Molly's eyes went wide.

"Do you think maybe he wants to, experiment?"

"I don't know. You know him better than anyone. Do you want to experiment?"

John's defences went instantly up. "I don't know what your talking about.. I mean I've never... I'm NOT... " His shoulders slumped. "I don't know Molly. I just don't know."

Molly finished her coffee and looked up into his eyes properly. "I can't answer that for you John, but you two seem stupidly happy together." John smiled at her in resignation when her phone beeped.

Will have a car waiting for you at eight. MH

Molly smiled down at it and John chuckled. "I know that look. Where's he taking you?"

Molly looked up, "Don't know. Just says he'll have a car for me at eight."

"How exciting." John wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Molly giggled. "Better leave you to it then, got a hot date to prepare for."

He got up and kissed her on the cheek.

"Let me know how tomorrow goes okay?" Molly said as he pulled away.

"Will do. Have fun tonight." and he left leaving Molly grinning to herself.