At the end of her shift, Molly stood at the sink in the morgue, scrubbing her hands and wrists. She was preoccupied with her task, and the water pouring from the faucet made quite a noise in the expansive room. So, she didn't see it coming at all.
Out of seemingly nowhere, Molly felt a pinching, ticklish sensation on both sides of her waist. The shock and sensation caused quite an immediate and comical reaction from the pathologist: she jumped over a foot in the air and let out a high-pitched shriek.
As she recovered her breath and shut off the sink (she'd managed to splash water on herself quite thoroughly since her hands had been under the faucet), a sound came to her ears. When she realized what it was, her shock was immediately replaced by embarrassment, exasperation and annoyance. Turning around, she saw what she expected to see:
Her husband was standing a safe distance from her, bent over in guffawing laughter.
In Sherlock's experience, Molly was one of those people who could be adorable in their anger. She was bloody terrifying when she was extremely angry about something that warranted anger, but when it came to the smaller and inconsequential things in life, Sherlock was irresistibly reminded of a kitten imitating a lion.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" she screeched, grabbing too many paper towels from the dispenser and wiping her hands and face. "How do I even put up with you? I could have…I could have…bumped my hands on the faucet or sink, I don't know!"
By now, Sherlock had managed to stand up straight but was wiping tears of mirth from his cheeks as his laughter calmed to giggles. "Oh, t-to have seen y-y-your face!" he managed to stutter through his giggles.
Her heart no longer racing from the shock, Molly's lips pursed and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, such a shame," she replied sarcastically. Deciding that the only way to stop his laughter at her expense was to scare it out of him, she said, "Well, you'll have plenty of time to imagine what it looked like on the sofa – all night long."
With that, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the morgue, leaving her husband in a frozen state of shock.
As she came to the door to the locker room, she heard him cry out, "Wait, Molly, wait!"
Molly allowed herself a smirk as she heard him run to catch up with her. She'd forgive him and have him in their bed tonight. Of course, she would! But not before she got to see the adorable sight of him playing the penitent puppy.