"Molly can you hand me new petri dishes?" Sherlock shouted into the room, waiting to hear a response. He had to look up to realize she was shaking her head as she opened the door to leave. "Molly?"
"NO Sherlock!" She called back before letting the door close behind her.
"No?" He muttered to himself before looking around. He got up and found new ones already set up in piles. He got back to work on what he needed to finish and didn't think of her actions anymore than what affected him.
"Sherlock, what are you doing here?" Molly asked as she set her paperwork on her desk and turned on her laptop.
"I need a few things Molly. A big toe and a pinky, and lots of hair." He told her, waving his hand around as if she was going to hop right to it and she gave a dry laugh before shaking her head.
"No Sherlock. Unless I get a paper from Scotland Yard I can't just give you anymore body parts." She shook her head and gave him a tight smile before getting right to work on her lab type ups.
"But Molly this is for an experiment."
"Sherlock... I said no... and no means no. I am about to put my headphones in and ignore you like you do everyone else." She waved at him as she turned her music up high and started typing again.
"For gods sake." He grumbled before typing away on his phone before leaving her office.
Molly saw him leave out of the corner of her eye and let off a small smile as she reached to turn down her music just a tad so it wouldn't give her a headache in an hour.
"Molly! I need you to watch over Rosie!" He pounded on her front door. It was 5 am, and she was barely awake as she opened the door to see him with a sleeping Rosie in her carrier.
"Why?" Molly asked him before making sure he couldn't just get into her home.
"Because I need to look for-"
"NO! I am sleeping. I had her for a couple days this week and I had plans later today. Postpone anything you can and let me go back to sleep." She shut the door in his face locking it all up, and not waiting a moment to go back to bed.
She smiled slyly as she heard the chair on her door clink. She knew that would be the best fifteen pounds she ever spent.
"Molly I really need-."
"Is there a life depending on it?" She called out and before he could answer she knew the answer. He had hesitated. "Go away."
"Hey Molly." Mary waved and Molly smiled wide as she went to sit beside her new friend.
"Hey, I am so glad to be here. Thanks for inviting me." She side hugged Mary as she sat beside her in the booth.
"I know. For some reason I didn't want it to be just John and I celebrating. I mean we were all there on the wedding day, not to mention I just have to ask you something." Mary patted her hand smiled wide.
"What?" Molly asked and tilted her head.
"Is it true you're saying no to everything Sherlock asks you for?" Molly narrowed her eyes for just a moment and Mary nodded as if she was answering a silent question.
"Yes, it is. But I am not saying why." Molly said and then she heard a hand slap the table behind her and then John and Sherlock got into their now shared booth.
"Will you scoot over?" Sherlock asked after standing beside her.
"No." She glared now, irritated that he was using Mary to do his bidding.
"No." Sherlock repeated before pushing John closer to Mary and making them both giggle like children.
"Molly?" She heard Sherlock's voice as she was talking into a mic about her current autopsy and she paused with the scalpel in her hand and half way down a mans stomach.
"What do you want Sherlock?"
"A heart would be fantastic, one of a heavy smoker, and a quiet obese as well... like the one on the slab." He cheered and she looked up and into the mirrored area and saw him smiling wide.
"No Sherlock." She shook her head, saw his smile fade before he groaned and hit the intercom to shut it off and he started to pace.
"Why?"
"Because this woman didn't die of natural causes and we need to find out why. You can't just have someone's body parts." She advised and got back to work, ignoring his words and finished and made sure the heart and everything else was back into the body cavity as she finished.
"Molly?"
"NO!" She shouted as she took all of her gear off to toss. She only heard the loud groan before she knew he had gone away again.
"Molly?" The sweet sounding voice of Sherlock Holmes drifted over her and she turned her head from looking into the microscope to see him, in a suit, getting down on one knee.
"Yes Sherlock?" She gave a laugh and bit her lip to stop.
"Will you marry me?" He was teasing, she could tell and she decided to play back.
"Of course Sherlock. I have been waiting for so long-"
"I need a yes or a no." He interrupted me and I just smirked.
"No. Now go away." I sat back down and swiveled my way back to look into my work.
"Really? You would turn down marriage to me just so you don't have to say yes." He asked her, getting up and looking even more furious than ever.
"Yep." Molly popped the P and moved to write down her findings.
"Wil you just-"
"No." She laughed it out before cleaning her space before waving as she left. "Bye now."
"Can I seriously ask why you like making my life a living hell?" John asked her once Sherlock left after yet another loud NO from Molly.
"Oh... I read someplace that to rectify bad behavior you always say no. So I have two things that will make me say yes, and he will never get them, so the answers will always be no." Molly told John and laughed when he did before he shook his head.
"Can I know what he needs to say?"
"No John." Molly shook her head, letting him sulk as he left as well. "Good luck." She called out to him and laughed even harder when she heard Sherlock shout 'well' and she moved from her space to the printer.
It was months of saying and shouting no for him to finally ask the right way. "Molly can I please join your autopsy today?" He asked, almost worried she really would say no.
"Yes Sherlock you can." She told him as she got her gloves on.
"What? Really? You just said yes?" He stammered and she just nodded at him before pushing her way into the morgue with him fast on her heels.
"No touching unless you ask." She told him and he nodded back to her before going right to the other side and he watched her work effortlessly.
"Can I do the sternum?" She looked up at him and shook her head. "Why?"
"Because I said no."
"But I did notice you always have a bit of trouble-"
"Sherlock... no."
"Then why did you say yes before?" He asked, completely unaware of what the true reason was.
"Well you're free to leave." He left when she started to cut the sternum.
Next day went without so much as a peep from Sherlock at work, and when Molly got home she found it filled with roses and candles.
"Sherlock?" There could be no other explanation.
"In the bedroom." His voice carried and she set her bag down and made her way towards her own room noticing the petals also leading there.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she let her eyes scan the room, he was on her bed, hands steepled under his chin and thinking.
"You have been doing your own experiment." He accused and she gave him a smile and nodded. "If you wanted me to be nice and polite to you... you should have just said so." He told me and I just waited.
"I find it is better if the person realizes stuff on their own. All you have to do is use manners. I am sure your mother tried to teach you some." Molly told him and went to sit down as he sat up.
"I didn't realize it was so important to you." He told her, and she rolled her eyes.
"It's important to everyone Sherlock. Saying please and thank you is something I need you to do more often now." I told him and he just laughed lightly before agreeing. "And not just with me." Molly added, making the laughing stop before he seemed to pause.
"So if I wanted you to actually marry me... how would I ask. I can't really just beg you. I mean I can get down on my knees and say 'please please please marry me' but then I think it is a bit overdone." He held out a ring, making her eyes widen before he got back down on one knee.
"You better be serious Sherlock."
"You think I would play around when I just went out to buy a ring?" He took her hand, and moved to get up and slipped the simple band onto her finger.
It was 6 more months before Molly started to say No again, this time it was for poor Greg Lestrade who always seemed to have to stop by their home at all hours of the night with little groans when Sherlock would call him everything but his name.
But Sherlock caught on faster when she kept saying no on more than just work things. She didn't have to break down and tell him why she was saying no... and Greg always toasted her when they caught someone important after Sherlock kept getting his name right.