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So, lots of you are expecting a cockblocking moment and I wouldn't like to disappoint you...shall we see who the culprit is on this occasion...

Chapter 4

Before their lips could meet Sherlock heard the front door slam downstairs and footsteps ascending the stairs and the moment was broken. Molly pulled away from him stepping back and apologising though he wasn't quite sure what for.

An older man burst into the room. He was late forties, silver hair...policeman written all over him.

'Hey Sherlock, I heard you were back. Shit, that bruise on your face is hideous...must hurt like a bugger. Listen I know John said you're suffering from some kind of memory loss but I need you to look over the case again. You don't need to actively remember it, just go over the evidence and fill in the gaps for me...you know, do your deducing thing. Will you come?'

Sherlock glanced at Molly and she seemed to instinctively know what he was looking for.

'This is DCI Greg Lestrade. He works for Scotland Yard and gives you a lot of the cases you work on.'

Greg looked shocked. 'What? You mean you don't even remember me...not at all?'

Sherlock shrugged and shook his head. 'Nope nothing.'

Greg sighed and washed a hand over his face. 'Will you come anyway? It won't take long...just a couple of hours.'

Sherlock stood up. 'I suppose it can't do any harm but I'm not sure how much help I'll be.'

As he retrieved his jacket Molly brought over a dark wool coat and as she helped him put it on he had another flash of memory. This time he was in a darkened room with the man who'd said he was his brother. He was putting the coat on and he had a sense of finally being home after a long absence...maybe this was connected to the time he'd faked his own death. What a strange life he must lead.

Greg started to leave the flat but Sherlock turned and caught Molly's hand. 'Will you come back this evening...please? I...I don't want to be here alone on my first night. We could order up some take out, maybe have a bottle of wine?'

He heard a snort of laughter from Lestrade. 'Steady on there Sherlock that's going to sound suspiciously like a date if you're not careful.'

He turned feeling a burst of anger. 'And? Why would that be such a bad thing? Maybe if you'd taken your wife on more dates she wouldn't have been so unfaithful.'

Greg reared back a little. 'Wow, looks like you haven't lost all your memories there mate.'

Sherlock huffed. 'They're not memories, I just...' He wafted a hand at Lestrade, '...I just see it on you. I can't describe it...it's just written all over you.'

The older man rolled his eyes and his tone when he spoke was riddled with sarcasm. 'Brilliant, good to know. Shall we go then?'

Sherlock turned back to Molly. 'Well?'

She just looked at him with wide eyes as she nodded her head. 'OK'.

'Great, I'll see you about seven...bring the wine, whatever you like.'

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly watched as he followed Greg down the stairs and then she sat down on the arm of John's chair. This new version of Sherlock was knocking her for six. He was showing her all the affection and attention that she had longed for over the last five years but she had to remember that this wasn't really him. He might think he has feelings for her but she knew they were false. Maybe it was some sort of side effect of his memory loss...he was just clinging to someone who he could see loved him. She was just a glorified comfort blanket.

All the same, she smiled a little and hugged herself, dangerous though it was for her heart, a small part of her wanted to enjoy this whilst it lasted.

She pushed herself up to standing and went and nicked another biscuit to eat before she left Sherlock's home.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

It was later on that evening when Molly knocked on the door of Baker St. Even though she kept telling herself it wasn't a date she'd still made more of an effort with her outfit plus her hair was down and curled and she had a light amount of make up on. She was also carrying a bottle of Malbec.

Mrs Hudson opened the door and greeted her warmly.

'Oh Molly, you're looking nice. Did Sherlock invite you round?'

'Yes, is he back?'

Just then she heard the violin starting to be played upstairs and at the same time Mrs Hudson nodded her head.

'Go on up. He's been playing for the last hour and I'm glad to hear that he's lost none of his ability.'

Molly smiled in agreement and then made her way up the stairs. She didn't recognise what he was playing but it was beautiful...haunting. It made her think of love, pure and simple.

He was stood by the window in the shadows away from the light of the lamp and he took her breath away just as he always did. He was still wearing his suit trousers and shirt but with his dark red house coat over the top. It reminded her of when she'd come to see him after he came back from the dead and asked her to solve crimes with him. He stopped playing as she entered the room and made a quick notation on some music paper on a stand by the window before he put the instrument down.

'Hey, don't stop on my account...that was so lovely. Is it one of your own compositions?'

He nodded his head and made his way over to her taking the bottle of wine from her so she could take her coat off.

'It seems that not only do I play but I write music as well. It all just seemed to flow naturally as I picked up the instrument. And I'm glad you liked it seeing as it was you that inspired it.'

Molly turned round to look at him feeling shocked. 'Me?'

He chuckled. 'Yes you...why wouldn't you inspire me? You know how I feel about you.'

She shook her head. 'No, no I don't and I don't think you do either. I'm just...I don't know...you're probably feeling lost and confused and you're clinging to me and that's making you think that you have feelings for me.'

He sat down on the edge of the table just as he had that afternoon and he held his hand out to her, implicitly asking for hers.

She let him hold her hand and pull her closer to him until she was almost stood between his legs. She'd never been so close to him before...not in this way. Their faces were level with each other and his eyes searched her own making her blush.

'Molly, I may not know that much about myself but I know absolutely how I feel. Your room, the one in my mind palace, is so much more detailed than the others and the information in there is personal...emotional. It tells me that how I feel is not something new. I don't know why I suppressed it and didn't tell you but right now I don't care about that; I only care about you and me, right now, in this moment. And right now, Molly, I want to kiss you. Will you let me?'

Molly had never been so torn in her life. Her heart and body were crying out to just give in and her mind was telling her that she needed to be the sensible one and say no.

He must have sensed her conflict because he pulled her a little closer and slid one hand around her waist as he leant into her. His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes only half open. 'Come on Molly. If you feel for me as you say you do then you want this as much as I do. One kiss, what harm can it do?'

She bit her lip and swallowed heavily but she already knew that she was going to give in. She gave the slightest nod of her head but it was enough for Sherlock and he took his chance; pressing his lips against hers.

It only lasted a couple of seconds but then he pulled away, muttered an 'oh god,' and then he was kissing her again and this time they both gave into it fully.

His mouth moved against hers perfectly. She felt one hand slide up her back as his other moved into her hair tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss and Molly felt her whole body responding to him. Her hands were on his chest and she let one of them move up so she could caress his cheek, feeling those beautiful cheekbones underneath her fingertips before she slid them into his curls.

Whatever she'd imagined kissing Sherlock would be like she was wrong. It felt like they were two halves coming together to make a whole. Her heart was thudding against her chest and hormones were racing through her system making her want more of him...so much more.

By the time they pulled apart a few moments later they were both breathing heavily.

Sherlock gave her a wry smile. 'Well one thing I do know...we've never done that before, I would have remembered.'

Molly gave a weak laugh but when he moved to kiss her again she stopped him.

'What? You don't want to?' He tilted his head and smiled at her wickedly.

'I do, you obviously know I do...but we shouldn't. At least...we shouldn't go too fast. I'm still worried that you're going to get your memories back and you'll regret this.'

'I promise you I won't but if you want to go slow then we can go slow. Maybe we should order up the food and you can tell me more about myself.'

They ended up choosing pizza and whilst they waited for it to be delivered Sherlock poured them both a glass of the red wine.

He sipped a bit as they sat down on the settee and scrunched his nose a little. 'Do I like red wine?'

Molly chuckled. 'You know I don't know. I've seen you drinking lager and whisky, not together obviously, but I'm not sure I've ever seen you drink wine. Or maybe my wine is too cheap for your expensive tastes.'

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. 'Yes, I do seem to like the finer things in life. John has access to my accounts and tells me that I don't need to worry about money...and my clothes all seem to be tailored and expensive. Being a detective seems to be lucrative.'

'Well you are the world's only...' Molly chuckled as she said that but Sherlock just looked confused.

'World's only what?'

'You call yourself the world's only Consulting Detective.'

'Oh God, so I'm pretentious as well as obnoxious and a risk taker.'

'Let's just say you've never had any self esteem issues.'

He put his wine down and turned to face her a bit more. 'So, tell me how we met.'

Molly drank some more of her wine and smiled at him as she remembered the first time she'd seen him.

'I had just started at Barts. You came into the morgue with Mike and when I saw you...god, this is embarrassing...'

He chuckled. 'What? Go on.'

'When I saw you I got so distracted that I dropped a full tray of equipment all over the floor. You just turned to Mike and said "and you tell me she was your best candidate" with sarcasm dripping off you. I was mortified, scrabbling about on the floor picking up scalpels and bone saws.

Anyway, a case had come in from Scotland Yard. It was the body of an elderly man who'd been murdered and you sat in and watched whilst I did the autopsy. At first I found it difficult to concentrate with you circling me and watching what I was doing but I soon became more focused on the body, almost forgetting you were there. By the end you called Mike and told him that you wouldn't work with anyone else but me going forward.

I was so chuffed and already completely smitten by you. Let's just say that you used my crush to your advantage for the first year but then we became friends and now...well, not only do you treat me with respect but I know that you'd do whatever it takes to keep me safe. That phone call proved that to me.'

It was only when Sherlock asked what phone call that she realised this was going to be a full night of revelations for him.

Poor Sherlock just keeps finding out more and more about himself.

I hope you're liking the progression between the two of them and that it feels natural given the circumstances. Anyway, I'll be back at the end of the weekend with the next chapter...have a good one!