All she wanted was a nice quiet day where the just filled out paperwork. She just wanted one day, a day where no one would come in and worry her, ask her to do something... interrupt her or tell her she did something wrong.

Even if it meant blocking it all out with music, she would do it. And it was going great. Thankfully with a graveyard shift she was mostly alone. There weren't any bodies at 3 am coming in. There wasn't a single thing that she would have to do other than paperwork. She would be off at 7am, she would go home, lock her door tight, check all her windows, and she would sleep before doing other things.

She was two hours away from her goal when a doctor called down and asked her to preform an autopsy if she had the time. He sounded nice, she went up to claim the body and actually flirted with the 40 year old man who didn't seem to mind in the least bit that she was a 'dead people' doctor. He asked when she would work next, and even asked if she would like to get coffee.

So she went down and grabbed coffee, she told him about her shifts for the next week and just when she was going to give him her number... the rudest man alive showed up.

"Molly, let's go. I need your assistance in the lab." She checked her watch and smiled at the doctor before turning to see Sherlock standing there with his gloves and jacket on.

"Sorry not today Sherlock. I am off in less than an hour. I hadn't realized I had been away from my desk that long. Thank you for the coffee Jacob." She nodded her head at the man and he nodded and smiled warmly.

"No skin off my back. It was amazing talking to you. I hope you have a good rest after your shift." He told her and she moved away from him and getting up from the table and moving past Sherlock who seemed to still be reading the man from his clothes and face. He followed her after a few steps and Molly prepared herself for the onslaught of things he would start saying about the man.

"You really shouldn't date or give private information to a married man." He told her as the lift doors opened to the basement.

"Not married, widowed. I saw the ring too." She told him and he sighed.

"Did you see the small amount of lipstick in the corner of his mouth where that not so dead wife gave him a kiss this morning?" He asked her and she sighed and looked around before seeing that she still had to turn in some of her paperwork. He followed her around, starting to type away on his phone as he kept dropping hints that they should be in the lab. Her phone went off and before she could reach to turn it off, Sherlock was all too happy. "Your boss has approved of your over time."

"Well, I didn't ask for over time. If you needed something done so badly Sherlock you could have done it yourself. I am going home, it has been a very long night." She told him and went for her phone now. She sent her own message to her boss, saying she was not staying and didn't wish for Sherlock to ask for more time for her. She put the phone away, moved to clock out and when the rude man followed her into the locker room she made sure to get changed in the bathroom stall and then walk out.

"Molly."

"Sherlock." She said and she started to make her way back to the lifts so she could get to the ground floor and able to find the first cabbie she could. He followed her, still typing away.

"Home? Really?" He asked as she slipped in the cab with him. He took his time to mutter things. Some of it connected and some didn't in her mind. She let him work, and when she got to her little flat she went down the stairs and he followed going in before her and looking around before taking a seat.

"I am tired Sherlock. Whatever you need I do not have for you. I am going to sleep, and I would really like it if you didn't wake me unless my house was on fire." She told him as she set her bags down and she got her shoes off. She moved to get undressed in her room and she heard him on the phone with someone, almost sounded like he was egging on a fight.

She went to lay down, and she was just getting to the good parts in her dream when she heard things smashing around in the other room. She got up slowly, pushing her hair out of the way and flat as she got to her door. She opened it and was face to face with Sherlock choking a man in a ski mask, and she acted quick, walking face and kicking the man between the legs. He lost his breath, and Sherlock kept pressure until he was out and he let him drop as he side stepped the dead weight.

"What is going on?"

"I had him until he threw kitty litter in my face." He told her and shook his own head like it was something he miscalculated.

"Sherlock, why is that man in my house?"

"Well... he threatened you last night while I was solving his case. He thought if he hired me he wouldn't look guilty. But he did, and he is... he saw your picture with Rosie on the mantle and made an idle threat, hoping that nothing ever happened to you." Sherlock was using his hands as he spoke, and she knew he did that when he wasn't' telling the whole story.

"So you let him come here, you let him almost get to me-"

"No. I was here. I tried to make you take an extra hour or so at work-"

"You rude arrogant man! You didn't tell me why! You didn't tell me that I was in danger!" She pushed at his chest and he looked alarmed before he hit the wall. "If I hadn't woken up and he had gotten the best of you he would have hurt me-"

"Killed you."

"Killed me Sherlock!" She repeated and pushed at him again.

"You rude man!"

"Rude? I just saved your life!"

"You didn't tell me my life was in danger!"

"Of course not you said you wanted to sleep. Telling you such a thing would have kept you awake." Sherlock said it so easy like it was the biggest 'duh' in the world.

"You're-"

"Rude? Yes I know you keep saying that." He interrupted and she pushed him again. She turned away and he laughed lightly.

"What?"

"You know that your hair is getting all matted up from your uncomfortable mattress." He pointed and she groaned and muttered her own curses at him as she went for the door. "I will take care of him, getting Lestrade here and hopefully he will be quiet as he take the man away."

"Good night Sherlock."

"It's 9am-"

"It is my bed time." She cut him off loudly and she shut her door but she took a moment and opened it. "Thank you for protecting me. Next time just tell me why you're being rude."

"I was being noble." He corrected her and she rolled her eyes. "Eye rolling Ms. Hooper is rude."

She closed the door and then another thought hit her. "Why did you have a picture of me and Rosie on the mantle?"

"Someone put it there." He waved his hand at her and moved to get the man up and away from her door.

By someone, and by not saying it was Mrs. Hudson or John, he meant himself. Mary had taught her that much... so he put a picture of her and their god daughter up. She would have to see which one it was.