Helloooo! Judging by the reviews, you guys are enjoying it! As much as I am! No wonder I'm updating so frequently! I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I was planning ahead and got lost in everything that could happen with Sherlock and Molly! Apologies!

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Chapter Thirteen

"Cumbria?!"

Molly banged her fists on Sherlock's door loudly.

"Yes, Molly. You have perfect listening skills. No chances of hav-"

"I have to go to St. Bart's tomorrow! I have a job, Sherlock Holmes! I will not let you intimidate me!"

Sherlock opened the door quietly and poked his head out, fixing a frown at her.

"I don't intimidate you…"

"Yes you do! And I'm not going, Sherlock. I have lots to do the next week. You can tell me whatever you wanted to show me right now", Molly crossed her arms over her chest with determination.

"But I got Mycroft to forward your leave application for approval and…it has been…ummm…approv-Oh Molly!", Sherlock ducked his head back into his room when he saw a shoe fly in his direction.

"Hello, Mike. It's Molly", Molly spoke into her phone nervously.

"Molly! How are you? All set for your vacation?", Mike's voice came through, making her go stiff.

"Vacation?", Molly enunciated.

"Yeah…the two week vacation you asked for…? I thought to give you an extra week by the way", Mike giggled like a mischievous child.

"That is three weeks?", Molly gasped into the microphone.

"Yes! I'm glad you're so excited! Have fun with your family! I'll talk to you later."

"But I'm n-", Molly protested but the line went dead when Mike cut the call, "I am going to kill that bastard…", she scowled and whipped around to find Sherlock standing in the doorway grinning childishly. He had the cuffs of his black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.

"I am going to kill you Sherlock", Molly scowled.

"But why? Don't you like me anymore?", Sherlock pouted, making Molly splutter and blush.

"I d-do like you…of-of course I-I do…", Molly stammered even more when Sherlock raised an eyebrow at her and smirked teasingly.

"I-I m-mean…like l-like…n-not l-like li-like…uhm…", Molly spluttered and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she stared at the floor. Molly could see Sherlock's socked feet walk up to her and she instinctively stepped back. Sherlock took her hand in his gently and brushed her knuckles with his thumb. Molly kept her gaze lowered and reached with her free hand to cover her red ears from giving away her state of nervousness. Sherlock smiled as he took her other hand in his as well and bowed his head. Molly looked at him from behind her lashes as he lifted her hands up to him and pressed his lips against each hand. Sherlock lifted his gaze to her and caught her looking away, causing Sherlock to smile.

"Have you finished packing?", Sherlock whispered.

Molly shook her head a bit too strongly, making her hair bounce.

"Want me to help?"

Molly again shook her head.

"Do you really not want to go?", Sherlock asked softly. Even though Molly didn't look up at him, she knew he genuinely felt hurt and sad.

Molly nodded, but then shook her head abruptly and let out a groan, "I do want to go…", she whispered.

"Are you sure? You really don't have to if you don't want to…"

"My leave has been approved so I'll have t-"

"I can get it revoked."

"It's fine. I think I need a vacation anyway…", she smiled reassuringly at him.

Sherlock smiled as he let go of her hands, cupped her face and placed a kiss on top of her head.

"I'll be in the living room if you need my help", Sherlock murmured and walked out of her room.

"Ok", Molly squeaked.

Molly had finished packing and was sitting on her bed with her luggage beside her feet. She was wearing sky blue jeans with a brown jacket over a green jumper. A dark green scarf adorned her neck with a matching dark green bobble hat on her head. She had Toby in her lap, who was nestling into her arms and purring softly.

"I'll be back soon, Toby. I'll…m-maybe leave you with Mrs. Hudson…", she whispered sadly.

"He's coming with us, Molly", Sherlock spoke from the doorway softly.

"Really?!", Molly squealed with delight and jumped up. The moment she looked up at him, all her boldness disappeared and her heart fluttered with excitement. She blinked rapidly as she shamelessly checked him out. He wore a white turtleneck cardigan with a black jacket, a white flat cap and dark blue jeans.

"Everything alright?", Sherlock smirked as he questioned her, but knew that his question fell on deaf ears. Molly had her mouth agape with fascination as she took in the fact that Sherlock Holmes was out of his trousers and wearing jeans. She didn't know when he had moved in and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Ummm…Sherlock?", Molly murmured.

"Yes?"

"Are you wearing jeans and Jack Purcell sneakers?"

"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"

"Because Sherlock Holmes only wears tailored dress clothes."

Sherlock laughed heartily and stepped back from her.

"I agree they are not dress clothes, but they are tailored. Want a proof?", Sherlock grinned, showing all his thirty-two teeth.

"Uh…y-yes?", Molly tilted her head to the side as she set Toby on the bed and narrowed her eyes at him. Sherlock turned his back to her, and leaned down to show off his jeans straining on his bum. Molly gasped at the atrocious act and quickly bent her leg at the knee and shoved her foot against his bum as hard as she could. Sherlock growled and fell forward on his front, his cap toppling off his head. Molly giggled and clapped her hands in delight.

"Not fair, Molly!", Sherlock moaned from the floor while Molly jumped about the room, happily.

"You shoving your bum in my face was very fair, wasn't it? You shouldn't do that in front of a lady", Molly held her nose high and gestured to herself.

"You aren't a lady", Sherlock sat up and shook his head.

"I'm not?", Molly breathed in sharply.

"No. You're Molly", he stood up and dusted the back of his jeans.

Molly just stood gawking at him as he bent down to retrieve his cap from the floor.

"Your gender doesn't matter to me…you as…as a person, matter to me. No matter what happens. I mean…if you lose your ability to see, or hear, or speak..or even…even your sanity, you'll still matter. If you change your gender, you still will. Because…because you're…Molly…and warm…and safe and you're happy and light…and you're…you're Molly…umm…I…umm does th-that make sense?", Sherlock played with his cap and sheepishly looked at Molly.

"It does…", Molly smiled at him. She knew he was confused and no matter how capable he was of using the English language in his favor, he couldn't find the appropriate words to communicate his thoughts at the moment. Molly bit her lip when she got an idea and climbed on top of her bed and quickly stood up, towering over Sherlock by a few inches. Sherlock looked up at her in astonishment. Molly smirked as she cupped his head in her hands and placed a kiss on top of his dark brown curls. Sherlock stiffened as his hard drive shut down and began to reboot. Molly closed her eyes as she savored the moment and breathed in the lovely soft scent of his hair, felt the softness and silkiness of his hair against her skin and wished she could ruffle them again.

Molly jumped off the bed and giggled when she saw Sherlock frozen. She tugged at his arm, barely moving him, "Come on! We need to find Toby and leave!"

Sherlock blinked rapidly when he felt a tiny person pulling him. His eyes focused on the tiny green and brown anxious object and smiled.

Molly.

Oh god! I'm feeling for Sherlock right now! He sometimes is such a poor poor soul and sometime he needs a kick in the arse! But we all love him! And so does Molly! EEEEEE! Do keep reviewing lovely people! xx :)