Second date... we'll it turned into a case... and there Sherlock was, flirting opening with two women at the bar while Molly sat at their table, alone, waiting to order their food, and drinking wine.

Her foot was tapping away, her eyed felt like they were going to burn out as she glared at him, and her stomach was begging for food.

Before too long she realized that he wouldn't know if she left and went home. He's probably forgotten all about her being here with him. He hadn't looked over at her once, not even when he first got there.

He kept flirting away, she got up slowly, knowing not to draw attention and thanked the waiter for his patience before she gave him a tip and left. Asking him not to say anything to the gentleman she walked in with.

She was home for an hour before she got the message from him.

Sorry it took so long. Glad you didn't wait on me. See you in the lab tomorrow SH

Molly huffed and rolled her eyes. Choosing not to message him back. She laid in bed and wondered how the even got to a second date when he was already pushing her away.

Pushing her back into the "collegue" box. Molly knew deep down that it wasn't going to last, that he would forget about her on a date... it did surprise her that it only lasted to the start of date number 2.

"I was a fool." Molly muttered as she turned and cuddled her other pillow. Crying lightly and falling asleep with a sniffly nose only guaranteed that she would wake up feeling sick.

She called in, her boss very understanding since she sounded so stuffed up. She might not have a risk of getting her clients sick, but she still had to take care of herself.

She laid in bed and thought about leaving. Leaving Barts, leaving London. Leaving England even crossed her mind. Then she heard her front door being banged on and got up. She sniffles and coughed her way to the door before opening it and finding John.

"So you are sick." He sighed and rubbed his face. "I was sure Sherlock already mucked it all up." John smiled softly.

"Oh he did." Molly wiped her nose. "Found a case, flirted with another woman, two actually, didn't even notice when I finally left. I was home an hour before he messaged me. And it wasn't even a concerned text." Molly shook her head and sighed. "He messes up big time John. And... he doesn't seem to care."

"He will when I tell him I was right and that he messed up."

"Don't John, I'm going to ignore him like he ignored me. Maybe I'll flirt with other men in front of him. Get a bit of revenge." Before I start looking for other jobs. Molly almost added but it was best not to add that yet.

"Are you ok, do you want anything?" John asked and Molly shook her head slowly.

"Just want to nap for a little more before heading to do laundry and then some shopping." She told him and he nodded his head and turned. "Thanks John. It was sweet of you to check in."

"Let me know if you want me to beat him. You can hold Rosie and enjoy the show." John teased as he turned and left and Molly smiled softly as she closed the door, sniffling some more before going to lay down again. She was sure to put the chain on her door incase John did go and just tell him he was right.

Molly laid back in bed for another hour and a half before getting up and doing what she needed to. Laundry, shopping, cooking and eating.

Each time she came home she made sure to bolt the door so even if he tried to pick a lock he couldn't get in.

Molly was in the shower when she heard the front door being knocked on. She hummed and laid back. Let him pick the lock, let him try and get in. She was relaxing and finally able to breathe from her nose.

She got out eventually and walked around in her robe, noticing how her door was closed but the chain was off. She looked around but didn't see him anywhere.

Going to put on some lotion she heard him, he was in her room, and she sighed before pushing her door open. "Not done yet." He told her and turned. He had spread rose petals, had started lighting candles he brought in and spreading them about her bedroom.

"Enough... just clean it up." Molly turned, feeling ridiculous as she went to the bathroom for her lotion. She had her arms done and one leg when he pushed open the door slowly.

"I know I've messed up." Sherlock told her and he put his hands in his slacks now and watched her lather her other leg up. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Taking a case on a date."

"Not what I'm mad about." She told him, knowing deep down that if it had been something to do with Lestrade calling him she wouldn't of minded one bit, it was the flirting that was too much.

"Are you mad that you had to wait to eat dinner?"

"That would be a childish thing to be mad about." She sighed and put her lotion away and brushed past him.

"Then you're mad that I didn't bring you home? You left without saying anything."

"You had your company." Molly saw he had collected the candles but didn't do anything about the petals. She leaned over and started to collect them in a pile but as she bent over she felt Sherlock against her, and she moved away until he grabbed her hips and held her steady.

"You were my date Molly. Those women were selling drugs."

She turned fast, slapping him and moving to slap him again when he caught her wrist and then her other and he shook his head. "So you sat there and flirted with some women because they had drugs. So glad to know that was more interesting than our date." She struggled and pushed at him, and he just held her hands and moved to wrap his hands around her to keep her still.

"Listen." He waited for her to relax and when she did he leaned in, kissing her lips softly until she was completely calm. "They were selling the kids. One was a professor and the other a secondary school teacher."

"And you what? Had to flirt your way into getting a baggy for yourself." She pushed at him and he took a deep breath before she looked away.

"No. I waited for more information. Then I called Lestrade and waited for him to show up. I messaged you as soon as I watched them drive away."

"Glad I was still on your mind." Molly pulled but it was relentless. He held on to her and waited for her to calm down again before he let his hands roam a bit.

"You know Molly... when I asked you out I did a lot of research on how to make up when we're fighting because I knew I'd fuck things up." He felt her stiffen and Sherlock moved in, trying the one thing she was responding to. He kissed her neck, licked and sucked and started to nibble.

"Sherlock-"

"I pretended those women were you. Giving them compliments. I know you think I did that for some appalling reason, but Molly... if they hadn't been teachers for young kids I would have left them alone." He sucked hard enough to give her a love bite.

"Sherlock-"

"You're going to forgive me because you know I mean it... and because I am going to make up for it." He brought his hand up, pushing her body against his as he did so. "I'm sorry that I ruined our second date. It probably won't be the last date I ruin, you should know that better than anyone. I ruin things. Hell I could ruin our wedding, I got close to ruining the Watson wedding." He felt her stiffen even more if that was possible.

"We're not engages Sherlock." Molly told him and he chuckled.

"I'll probably ruin the proposal too. You sure you want to be with me?" He knew the second he had her because she reared her hand back and socked him in the chest.

"And..." she did it again and he was sure he was going to bruise. "For using that against me." She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and he hummed.

"When were married I'll never flirt with another woman. Not that I'm interested in any other woman but the one I'm hold now."