Hey, thank you so much for such an enthusiastic welcome back after my mini- break. It just reinforced how much this fandom means to me and how glad I am that I am a part of it.

Apologies for not replying to many reviews on fanfiction. I've changed my e-mail address and now I'm not receiving any notifications and I cannot for the life of me work out why. If it happened to you and you know what the problem is pe let me know.

Anyway, back to the fic. Sherlock is being coy and telling Molly how he feels in everything other than plain English but he may be about to get unstuck. Shall we see how…

Chapter 2

Molly busied herself with scraping the plates and loading the dishwasher, then getting herself ready for bed. It was only after she'd turned out the light that she let her mind go back over the evening. She picked out all the highlights, turning them over in her mind, smiling at the memories.

The one which puzzled her the most, over and above all the frustratingly puzzling things he was saying in other languages, was the moment they had shared just before the phone call from Lestrade.

Sherlock had taken hold of her face, sweeping his thumb over her lower lip, and for a moment Molly thought her heart would literally stop beating. She'd felt a flood of arousal, dark lusts unfurling in her abdomen, and she'd been aware she was leaning in to him, wanting to kiss him, and for a split second she'd thought he'd wanted to kiss her too.

He'd said something in what sounded like German, and she'd have paid good money to know just what it was he'd said in that moment. She preferred his French and his Italian for its romantic qualities, but it had still sounded sexy, whatever he'd said.

Damn Greg for ringing at that exact moment. Now she'd never know if it could have led anywhere.

Then she huffed and berated herself, what was she doing? Thinking it had meant anything. He'd probably been telling her off for being clumsy and having food on her face.

Still, she couldn't help smiling to herself in the dark, and feeling a rush of happiness. Whatever his intentions it was just nice spending more time with him. And given the case he now had, it seemed she'd get to see him the next day as well. With that thought in mind she fell to sleep.

…

All was quiet the next day during the morning, and it gave her a chance to complete the basics of both autopsies. She'd gathered various samples, which had then been dispatched for further analysis, and all she needed to do now was write up her findings. She was just finishing washing up, when she heard the double doors open; she looked round to see Sherlock, followed by Lestrade and Donovan. The sight of Sherlock sent a shiver of desire ripple through her body. She was definitely feeling some level of sexual frustration at the moment, because she wasn't normally quite so affected by him. She briefly wondered if it was all the languages he'd been speaking, or just spending time with him, but she didn't have chance to analyse it further.

She briefed the three of them on her findings, and if Sherlock's attention seemed to be laser focused on her. She tried to ignore it, so as to not stumble over her words.

As she drew to a close Sherlock clapped his hands together, and then positioned them under his chin. She could tell from the gleam in his eyes that something she had said had connected with him… given him a clue of some sort.

'Perfect, I told you Gavin, it has to be the same killer, it's obviously the same weapon used in both cases.'

He glanced at Molly, and she nodded in confirmation. The wounds had been quite unique, and it was surely too much of a coincidence that it would be two killers.

'For fucks sake Sherlock my name's Greg, you know it is.'

For once Sherlock smiled and nodded. 'Yes, but the irritation at me calling you the wrong name ups your game. You always connect the dots faster when I wind you up.'

Molly giggled as she saw Greg roll his eyes, his hands gesturing his exasperation. His phone rang and the older man answered as he pushed his way out of the doors, his voice fading as he went.

She walked closer to Sherlock. 'You off then?'

Sherlock nodded. 'We've just had confirmation of the first victim's identity, so we're going to check out his flat.'

'OK, I hope you find something useful.'

He made a move to leave and then hesitated.

'I'll let you know how we get on.'

Molly felt both shocked and happy in equal measure. She so often felt out of the loop in his cases, especially once her part had finished.

'Thanks, I'd like that.'

He nodded and then continued, slipping into yet another language. Molly thought it might be Spanish… recognising it from various holidays.

'Y Molly, mi amor, cuando termine este caso, oh, las cosas que te voy a hacer. No saldremos de mi habitación durante días. (And Molly, my love, when I finish this case, oh the things I'm going to do to you. We won't leave my bedroom for days.)'

She shook her head, once again wondering just what he was saying. She was so distracted by him, that it was only when he left the room, that she realised that Sally was still there. The police officer was leaning against the wall looking directly at her with a strange look on her face.

'Oh, hey, I didn't see you there.'

'No, obviously. So, how long have you and the freak been together?'

Molly shook her head. 'Oh, we're not together.'

Sally huffed. 'Yeah right. You don't have to tell me if you don't want, but it was more than clear from what he said.'

Molly felt a surge of curiosity. 'Wait… did you understand what he just said?'

Sally nodded. 'My grandmother was Spanish; I grew up bi-lingual.'

Molly walked closer, feeling excited. 'So, what did he say? He keeps winding me up at the moment, saying things in other languages, knowing I don't understand.'

The other woman frowned. 'You really don't know?'

Molly shook her head. 'No. Please Sally, what did he say?'

'He was telling you that he's going to do all sorts of things to you when the case is over. That neither of you will leave his bedroom for days.'

Shock and confusion hit Molly like a literal punch, her mouth fell open in shock, and she could feel her heart thudding in her chest.

'Are you sure?'

Sally nodded and tilted her head for one side. 'God, he hasn't said anything to you, has he?'

Molly shook her head, her thoughts still reeling.

'Tell me again what he said, his exact words… please.'

Sally frowned. 'Umm… it was something like Molly, my love, the things I'm going to do to you when this case is over, we won't leave my bedroom for days.'

Molly shook her head in disbelief, it sounded so unlike him. She had no idea what she should do with it.

Just as she was trying to absorb it, they were interrupted by Greg coming back into the room and looking at Sally. 'You coming then?'

As Sally nodded and started to head towards him, Molly stepped forward. 'Is Sherlock still here?'

Greg nodded. 'Yeah, he's waiting by the lift. Why?'

Molly didn't bother to answer, instead she pushed past him and made her way into the corridor. She found herself running towards the lift, suddenly desperate to catch him before he left.

As she turned the corner, she could see him up ahead, head down, looking at his phone, no doubt waiting for Greg and Sally.

When he noticed her running towards him, he looked up and frowned. 'Molly?'

She came to a halt in front of him, and for a moment had no idea what to say to him. She could see him starting to look concerned and she shook her head, indicating she was alright.

'Will you… will you let me know when the case is finished?'

He took a step forward, still looking worried. 'I suppose so if you want me too… but…'

She nodded and smiled. 'I do.'

She had no idea what came over her next, she acted purely on instinct. She reached up one hand, looping it around his neck, pulling herself up to match his height a bit more, and then she pressed her lips against his own.

It was little more than that, just a press of her lips against his, but it sent shock waves through her body. All she wanted to do was to strip him naked and make love to him, she had never felt such a powerful reaction to a simple kiss before, and it meant that as she pulled away, she was flushed and breathless.

Their faces were still mere millimetres away when she realised that his hand was on her lower back, holding her steady and pulling her closer to him.

'You didn't understand what I said so…' his eyes widened in realisation. 'Ah Sally, I always miss something.'

Molly pulled back just enough that she could look into his eyes properly.

'Did you mean it? What you said?'

His lips crooked up into a smile, and he gave a quick nod of his head.

'In that case, solve this case. And Sherlock…'

'What?'

'Solve it fast.'

She saw him swallow heavily, but he nodded his head once more. Then they were kissing again, and this time it was a proper kiss.

It didn't last long, just seconds, but it was easily the best kiss of Molly's life so far. As he let her go their eyes stayed locked together, and she could see the mix of emotions washing over his face. Emotions she had never thought she would ever get to see, love, desire, regret, longing.

She wondered if her own expressions were similar. She was certainly regretting the fact that he was leaving. A fact that was made all the more acute when Lestrade cleared his throat behind her.

'Right, well, if you two have finished we should be getting on.'

At the other man's words Sherlock finally broke her gaze, nodding at the DI and turning to the lift.

'I'll be in touch soon Molly, believe me.'

She stood back and watched, as the three of them entered the lift; and she found herself looking into Sherlock's eyes once more. The look he gave her had desire coursing through her body, but all too soon the doors closed, and he was gone.

Molly felt somewhat shell shocked as she made her way back to the lab. She collapsed onto the nearest stool, and stared at the wall, as she tried to make sense of what had happened in the last five minutes. Five minutes which had turned her world completely upside down… in a good way… in a very, very good way.

Bit by bit a smile spread across her face, until she couldn't stop grinning. Sherlock had feelings for her. Granted she wasn't quite sure yet how deep those feelings ran, but it seemed they were enough that he wanted some kind of relationship with her.

It was at that exact moment that her phone buzzed with an incoming text. She was still so unnerved by everything that had happened, that she fumbled and nearly dropped it, as she retrieved it from her pocket.

I expect you're wondering how I feel about you Molly. I thought you should know. Je t'aime SHx

After everything that had just happened, somehow, she still felt her heart skip a beat as she read those words. Even with her own very rudimentary knowledge of French she didn't need Google translate to tell her the meaning. I love you; he had said I love you to her.

She glanced at the clock, and then looked at the pile of files on her desk, and she wondered how the hell she was going to be able to concentrate on anything other than Sherlock.

It seems the cat is well and truly out of the bag. I hope you liked how it happened, it was fun using Sally for it. Anyway, let me know and I'll be back soon with the next chapter xxx