Molly sits in her little car, shivering and rubbing her mitten-clad hands in front of the heat vent on her dash, as she waits for her windshield to defrost. Of course everyone in their right mind decided to come early to park in the parking garage. That garage that she always parks in. But no, there were no spots left available this morning, so she was forced to park in the lower lot and walk up to the pathology department. Now, nine hours later, the amount of snow on the ground was nearly up to her waist and shows no signs of stopping.

After a good thirty minutes she finally makes it out of the parking lot, though driving on the road isn't much better. Especially since her car was absolutely not made for a blizzard. About halfway between Baker Street and Bart's, her car gets stuck in the road. She does everything she can to pull it over to the side, including getting out and pushing it, then gets back into the driver's seat once it is out of the way and huffs from the coldness. Digging her phone out of her bag, she calls Sherlock. He answers after a couple rings.

"Molly? Where are you? Are you alright? You didn't answer earlier."

"Oh…I'm sorry, I had a busy day today...a lot of fatal accidents. I didn't have time to check my phone, I'm sorry. But look I-I'm about two blocks away from Baker Street a-and my car broke down from all the snow. It's freezing. I could start walking if you'd meet me…"

"NO. Molly do not start walking. Wait in the car, I assume its still a bit warm. I'll call Lestrade and we will come and get you okay? STAY where you are."

"O-okay. I'm in front of that little boutique I used to go with Mary…you know the one?"

"Yes yes, okay we will be there soon. Love you."

"Love you." She hears him hang up and sighs, hugging herself to stay warm.

It feels like forever, but really it was only about twenty minutes until Lestrade drove up in his police car, behind a snowplow. Sherlock leaps out and rushes over to Molly's little car, throwing the door open. She gasps and smiles. "Oh, finally."

Sherlock hugs her tightly and scoops her up, dashing across the high and heavy snow back towards the police car. Molly smiles and kisses his cheek, her arms snaked around his shoulders. "My hero."

Sherlock hops back into the police car and sets her down, slipping her mittens off and taking her smaller hands in his own to warm them.

Lestrade smirks and glancing into his rear-view mirror back at them, the snowplow leading them slowly back down the street to Baker Street. "So, you two really are getting cozy, eh?"

Molly blushes as she cuddles into Sherlock for warmth. He rolls his eyes but smiles from ear to ear. "Just drive, Greg."

"Ooh, I see she's making you a better man as well. Finally remembering names, are we? First time you did that was the first time you told her you loved her. Heard that from John. Well, she's quite a woman, Sherlock. Don't ruin it okay?"

He smiles and kisses Molly's head. "I don't plan on it, Lestrade. In fact, I plan on making sure everything is alright for a while."

"A while?"

"Well, yes."

"Care to elaborate?", he teases him.

"No, and it's none of your business!"

Molly and Greg both giggle at how nervous he became. Within a few moments, they pull up to Baker Street and they bid farewell and thank you to Lestrade for the help. Sherlock takes Molly's hand and leads her through the snow, jogging towards the door as snowflakes fall quickly and sprinkle their hair. He pulls away and he stops on the walk up to the door, cupping and caressing her face, pulling her close for a purely movie-like kiss under the flurries.

Molly moves closer into his warmth and kisses back eagerly, utterly wrapped in the safety and softness of his kiss. For one of the coldest days they have had, his lips were warm and soft like the perfect blanket, or a cozy cup of cocoa.

Sherlock hums into her mouth before slowly drawing back, his sharp yet concerned blue-green eyes staring down into hers. "I was so worried about you. I hate feeling worried. You scared me Molly, you know better than to scare me. When you didn't answer I panicked. I nearly sent the entire police force to Bart's."

Molly giggles. She couldn't help it, as he was being so utterly sweet, so completely /domestic/ that she had to laugh at the ridiculousness and the amazement of it.

"You're laughing, why are you laughing, what's so funny about me being terrified?"

Molly grins and yanks him to sit in a snowbank with her, shivering a bit, but loving the beauty of the falling flakes. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you. It's just so sweet how you care so much. It's so domestic, and that literally used to be your biggest fear in the entire world, Sherlock."

He blushes a bit and wraps an arm around her. "I know, and it was idiotic and selfish of me to feel that way, because you make me feel almost normal. In fact, when I'm around you is the only time I feel I can truly be myself, whoever that may be. I'm still figuring it out, but I'm happy that you're on that ridiculous ride with me in doing so. And as I said, I am trying. Trying to be a better man, beau, friend, even…brother to some extent. That's all because of you. All because of the fact that even in my most rigid state, the fact that I could lose you at any time, whether it be from the actions of myself or those around me, is the one thing that shook me to the core. I never recovered, and I realized that I can't picture my chaotic life without you in it. I just couldn't. You keep me right."

Molly tears up a bit and kisses him gently, sniffling. "Thank you."

He nods and looks her over. "You're freezing. What are we still doing lounging around in snow?"

"It's pretty to watch it fall."

"Yes, well we can watch it fall from inside my flat. Come on", he exclaims, gently helping her to her feet.

Molly chuckles and brushes hair from her face. "Yeah, actually I can't feel my face and I'm hoping that my contacts aren't frozen to my eyeballs. We best go in."

"How about a nice, hot bath?"

"That sounds lovely."

They quickly usher into 221B and Sherlock brushes some snowflakes from her hair. "I'm glad I have a large bathtub for a small flat."

Molly snorts and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, so you assumed it would be both of us then."

"Well…yes…is that a problem?"

Grinning, she sheds her outdoor garments and pulls him close, gently rubbing his chest. "No, not a problem at all. Let's go."

Sherlock smirks and scoops her up, scuttling to the bathroom as Molly's small giggles resound down the hallway.