"Sherlock, please at least wear the goggles." Molly asked as he watched over the autopsy, he wanted the stomach contents but Molly goes by the book and that meant chest cracking first.

"Fine." He took the extra pair and watched her start cutting the Y incision. She tilted her head and kind of inhaled deeply before she backed away. He didn't get it until he leaned over and took a whiff himself.

"Sherlock- shower now." She had gone towards the emergency button and hit it as soon as she could. She took off her gloves. Took off her coat, grabbed clean hospital gowns from a closet. "Almonds! I was sure that I smelled chocolate and almonds on his breath while taking the Xrays, but wasn't 100% sure." She grabbed at her white coat and tossed it and started to undo her buttons on her pants before she realized what was happening.

Molly's mind had gone into full panic and procedure mode and didn't realize she was about to take a shower with Sherlock Holmes. She slowed as she watched him too start to undress. He wasn't giving up much of a fuss, just tossing his suit jacket away, undoing his cuffs before starting at the top of his shirt.

She looked down and turned away so she gave him the privacy she wanted and she shimmied out of her trousers before realizing her pants was just a itty bity thong today. She tried not to think too much about what he could probably see of her as she then started on her shirt again. She had the black satin bra on and as she took that off and reached for the shower lever, she almost shirked when the cold water hit her back. She scrubbed her face and hands and arms before turning when she heard him getting closer.

She did not look, she couldn't.

It would be wrong.

She wasn't going to.

Couldn't.

Maybe not a full peek... just something that would seem innocent. Looking when the water shut off to hand him the gown for him. It's what anyone would do. Right?

She heard the water turn off meaning he was supposed to be done and she turned and held out the gown. It was raised enough that she didn't see his... biggest part, but she got to see his chest wet and chiseled. That would be in her mind for years to come if nothing ever came of this. Molly looked up and away as he took the gown and she kept hers tight as she went to get her hazmat suit. She wasn't sure what the response time was for this part of London on a busy Friday, but she was trained to do it. She slipped her clothes and his into a red bag before going to set up a scan of the body. It was low so there was almost no risk, but she would get the guy closed up and covered.

She returned and saw Sherlock pacing with the gown held tight in one of his hands. "Are you okay?" He asked as soon as she got into the secure room.

"Yeah. We're ok. It was just enough to dose this guy and a little extra to make sure it worked. I am sure it was in the chocolate." She told him and started to go over their clothes in the bag. She was going over his shirt when she realized he asked about her, not 'us' or 'we'.

She finished after the small pause and she could feel him watching her. She gave him a smile and told him it was okay if he redressed. She grabbed her clothes and headed to her small office. Getting her pants and shirt back on only caused her to flush a bright red, not only that but she did end up knocking over a pile of papers she had just sorted... and now she was going to look like she was hiding as she picked and sorted it all back up.

Halfway through she heard her door open by itself, no knocking and she turned to see him coming halfway in. Fully dressed but with three top buttons still undone and his hair was still wet but now pushed back.

"Make a mess?" He asked as he came the rest of the way in.

"As you can tell, yes. Observing suits you Sherlock, you should make a job out of it." Molly teased before going right back to the sorting of files.

"Need help?"

"No... I should be able to just shove it all back in the right folders. They were all sorted before the body came in. I stopped my pile to actually do something fun and didn't turn them in... sort of my karma for liking the cutting more than the paperwork." Molly teased and he actually cracked a smile.

"Now Molly, if I had your job I would burn the paperwork that wasn't a murder." Sherlock teased back and she finished picking up the last three files before getting up and setting them down and turning to him.

"Now... what can I do for you besides cutting him up without proper clearance issues?" She had put her foot down and Sherlock knew she wouldn't budge on something like this.

"Lunch while we wait for the important phone calls and visits?" He asked and she looked at her watch before shrugging.

"Sure, what can I get you?" She didn't mind going out to get them food, but she would be locking up the morgue so he couldn't get in.

"Us... Molly, we would go get it." He repeated slowly and Molly just seemed shocked before nodding like she was now switching things around in her head and she just went for her blazer. "Italian?" He asked and she looked up at him before nodding.

He collected his coat as well and they were off, he was keeping his hair back from his face as they ordered, and she tried not to blush and kept putting off that that they were on a date and she even went as far as to blow out the candle. "Incredibly rude to correct people Molly. Especially when they're right. Date number 1."

"Nice one." She mumbled and looked over the menu. She saw a lot of good choices and she took less than a minute to choose the mushroom and broccoli alfreado with fettuccine.

"Molly, you do know what is happening here?" Sherlock asked after she set down the menu and he looked at her like he did when he was looking for something to compliment.

"Lunch."

"Lunch... date. We're here on a date." He added and she just laughed and he moved around as if he was uncomfortable. "I assumed after the scare today you would feel even more the same as I. A brush with death... seeing each other in the shower..."

"Sherlock. You saw parts of me because we had to do the rinse shower. I didn't willingly strip for you."

"Hello! Ready to order?" The same waiter that had insisted it was a date relit the candle as he asked and Molly sighed before moving into the order for herself.

"Molly-"

"Sherlock it was cyanide not a bomb. You've had brushes with death before. I have revived you from an almost heart attack. You can't trick me-"

"Your brush with death is different than it just being me." He said it firmly and almost annoyed that she was didn't understand why his eyes were wide open now.

"It's not the first hazmat issue I was involved in." She waved it off and that made him fidget a bit more.

"Doesn't mean that it should be a regular thing. I pushed you to be the one to take the autopsy, if we had inhaled too much and collapsed... I could never have moved on." He told her and Molly saw it now, the serious anger in his eyes, the anger at him self if the way he was clutching his hands tightly was an indication.

"So what does this mean Sherlock? You wanted to take me on a date to see if you like me?"

"Of course I like you Molly. You've been in love with me a little longer than I with you, but here we are. Date number 1 of many." He tapped the table and Molly took a moment and looked around before the candle. "My question is... if we love each other... how many more dates is it going to take me to see you stripping again?"