Molly woke up in her boyfriend's arms. She pressed her lips against his cheek and threw her legs over the edge of her bed. An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

"Don't get up yet," her boyfriend mumbled, wrapping his arms around her torso.

She laughed and rolled on her side, facing Sherlock. "Sorry, cutie, I've got to. I have work in an hour."

He groaned. "No. Call in sick. We can cuddle all day," Sherlock said, burying his face in her hair.

Molly ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. "I can't. I have to go."

"No you don't. I'll pay you double to stay at home."

"Liar. You say that every day and the one time I fell for it, you didn't pay me," she giggled.

"Clearly," he replied, yawning, "you never check your bank. I think you'll find several hundred dollars added to your bank account."

Molly got out of bed. She groaned as she stretched before stumbling to the bathroom despite her boyfriend's groans and pleas for her return. She rubbed her eyes as she walked, almost tripping into a chair. To her luck, she missed it at the last second.

The water was scalding hot against her skin but she reveled in it. She felt more awake and wanted to start getting ready for the day. When she returned to the bedroom, her boyfriend was sprawled across the bed, his mouth ajar and his eyes closed. He emitted small snores as she got changed into her work clothes.

She approached the bed and shook him awake. "Come on, I'll make breakfast."

"Breakfast in bed?" he asked.

"No," she replied and rolled her eyes. "Wake up and get up. Just because you're dead in the eyes of the law, doesn't mean you get to lie around all day."

"Please?"

Molly sighed. "I'm leaving in twenty minutes. Do you want food or not?"

"Mmmm, not today."

"You can't skip breakfast. Get up," she said before turning around and walking into the kitchen.

She heard him groan and thud out of bed. "Then why did you ask?" she'd hear him grumble as he left her bedroom.

Molly was in the lab nearly half an hour after she left home. Her phone dinged as she sat down to start her paperwork. With a sigh, she took it out and peeked at the new text.

When are you coming home? I miss you. –x

Go back to sleep. x –M

But Toby wants something. And I want you here. –x

Why are you such a child? I'll be home once my shift is done. Calm down. x –M

Don't tell me to calm down. –x

Funny, John said the same thing to me once when he was drunk and getting worked up about the fact you committed suicide before his eyes. x –M

Don't guilt trip me. Besides, I had to. –x

I have to work. Can you please control yourself? And Toby probably wants food. x –M

She rolled her eyes and went back to the abandoned paper in front of her. Her phone continued to beep and she had to leave it in her office draw while she dealt with more important things at hand. Sherlock was just like a cat. He turns up out of the blue- hungry, cold, and tired. He'll eat your food, sleep in your bed, and think about himself first. Then, on one of the rare occasions where Sherlock wants attention, he wants full on attention- now. It wasn't even ten yet and already Sherlock was turning into an attention hog.

Molly finished two autopsies and the related paper work before returning to her office. She opened the draw to retrieve her phone finding seventeen texts and three missed phone calls.

On one hand, Molly hated that Sherlock wouldn't leave her be. On the other, she revelled in the special attention.

I love you. –x

Thank you. We'll talk when I get home. x –M

Of course. –x

Molly couldn't help but smile. She could sure get used to this- even if it was a little clingy.