Ah, Day 3!

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Requested Inspired by SammyKatz: "I've always thought he was her bodyguard" (Hope you enjoy!)

"I don't want or need a bodyguard, Sherlock!"

"Well, you got one, so stifle your words and let me protect you!"

His words forced her mouth to stop and hang open. "You…you're going to protect me?" She asked, clutching the door with her hand.

Since the return of Moriarty's people, Molly had been placed on the hit list, a position Sherlock knew was at the very top. It was no secret as to why she was there.

Since the events at Sherrinford, the feelings between the pathologist and the consulting detective were well-known. It didn't take a genius to figure out something had changed between them and the way Sherlock was more attentive than usual made complete sense or at least pieced the puzzle together.

"Who did you think?" He urged, in a low tone.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I…I…I don't know. Lestrade's people I guess."

He rolled his eyes. "They couldn't protect you, not satisfactory."

She tilted her head. "And you think you are going to do any better?"

He smirked. "Yes," He stated, firmly.

She searched his heterochromia eyes. "Shouldn't you be protecting John and Rose? Mrs. Hudson?" She asked, absently.

He slowly shook his head. "Lestrade has people watching them. Besides, John has Rose cared for. Mrs. Hudson…well, you know as well as I do that she can take care of herself, besides Mycroft has also decided to pitch in."

"That still doesn't answer my question."

He stepped closer. "For you, I trust no one to keep you safe."

She breathed out. Her mind was fighting what she had heard. What was he saying? She knew the three words spoken were meaningful, but they never spoke of them again. It was an understanding between them. They weren't ready. Not really.

"Except you." She finally whispered as he continued to close the distance.

"Yes,"

"Don't I have a say?" She asked, trying to maintain her independence, but who was she kidding? The idea of Sherlock protecting her sent shivers down her body. It was a delicious thought. A thought she wanted to explore.

"Well, you could continue to argue with me, but I think for the moment, you might as well give in, for there is no way I'm going to let you stay alone while you are on a hit list."

"And whose fault is it?" She asked, with another attempt.

He rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to help me, Molly."

She deflated. "No, I didn't."

He smiled, recognizing her defeat. "Well, then, that's settled. Now, do let me in, Molly, I require a cup of tea."

She scoffed. "Here is what I think of your idea," She began, stepping back from the door, and before he could make it through, she slammed the door in his face.

(She let him in an hour later. Of course, he could have broken in, but where would was the fun in seeing her give in?)

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