Sherlock and Molly Play Games

by EtherDoc

A romance story centered around a weekly game night with Lestrade, Molly, John, and Sherlock. It was only fun when he was winning, unless it was Molly winning. Then it was interesting.

8. Cancelled

John's cell phone vibrated across his desk. He reached across the mountain of paperwork he was attempting to get through and picked it up. He'd missed some parts of the conversation but the context was clear.

So game night tonight? -Greg

I'm swamped. Going to be a late one for me. –JW

No –SH

Let's try for next week. –Molls

I'll host. –SH

You will? –JW

What are we playing? – Molls

Poker –SH

Ah shit –Greg

John forced down his excitement. Now was not the time to get involved in what probably was going to be a very long conversation. They wouldn't be playing for money and if he mentioned money Sherlock would go on and on about his gambling "problems". He paused before he shut down his phone, reading the last few lines of text.

DON'T COME DOWN HERE. It's a murder-suicide and there's lots of press. -Greg

I have other things to do. –SH

Bye Molls -Greg

You play poker? –Molls

I'm learning. It's a combination of probability and acting. I excel at both. –SH

So you haven't played before –Molls

If I haven't played it doesn't mean I don't know how. –SH

John felt his ears warming. This was not a conversation he should be eavesdropping on. It was a group text, he justified to himself. Group texts are public. They were just flirting. It was no big deal. He sat down in his chair and waited.

You'll have to prove it next week. – Molls

Or I could show you before then. Entirely your choice. I would never want to impose. –SH

John felt his jaw drop. This was a side of Sherlock he'd never seen before, and he'd seen a lot. Not only that, Sherlock was putting the ball back into Molly's court. She had rejected him. If she wanted to play she needed to make a move. She had drawn a line and for once Sherlock was respecting that.

I'll think about it. –Molls

I look forward to your answer. –SH

Bye –Molls

You can stop reading now John. – SH

John gave a little cough. He had backed himself into a corner on this one. His face felt hot with embarrassment. He should just move back in with Mary. Sure she was a psychopath but she was also pregnant with his child. And at least she was done throwing him for a loop. With Sherlock it never ended.