Molly still couldn't really believe that Sherlock was back. Wasn't dead.

She kept thinking about that moment in the locker room. Her thoughts kept circling back to that one moment when she was in Sherlock's arms and completely melted away. His eyes, which seemed exhausted but were also so full of melancholy and guilt, and that characteristic smile, so warm and that she had missed so much. The places where Sherlock touched her still burned and sent a pleasant feeling through her body when she thought back to it. She didn't know it but something was different. She sensed that there was something between him at that moment, but couldn't explain what it was. Something had changed.

Her eyes now turned to the man next to her in bed, sleeping peacefully. Tom, her boyfriend, her fiancé and soon to be husband. Guilt spread through her as she thought of a man other than her fiancé, feeling those feelings. Those feelings she felt even then when she was around Sherlock, and they were getting stronger and stronger.

With a light sigh, she looked at the clock on her nightstand and then swung her legs out of bed. It was still just under an hour before she had to get up and get ready for work. Actually, today had been her day off, but after she had received a call last night that an autopsy was pending, which had to be processed urgently, she was forced to sacrifice her free morning. In return, she could lie in her comfortable bed again at noon.

With heavy steps she trotted out of the bedroom into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. Then she looked at her phone and saw a blinking message. Still slightly tired, she opened it and was instantly wide awake.

Come to Baker Street at 1 p.m. today. SH

And then another one.

Please.

Sherlock had written to her and he wanted her to visit him. And not only that. He had asked Molly to do it. It was strange. After all, she hadn't heard from him since that day in the locker room a week ago. John had also written to her saying that he had spoken to Sherlock and the conversation had not gone well. He also said that he needed time to get used to Sherlock being back now.

`What will he want?" she then wondered, but again felt that tingling sensation throughout her body. Excitement was spreading.

She quickly typed a message confirming that she would be there at 1 p.m. and then went almost frantically to the bathroom to get ready for work.

She somehow couldn't wait to finish her work for the day and then get to Sherlock.

The morning went by quite quickly. Fortunately, it was a very extensive autopsy that took up her complete time, leaving no time for digressive thoughts or her excitement. Before she knew it, it was already 12 o'clock and Molly was just finishing the usual final paperwork. Since time was pretty short to go home again, she decided to shower and get ready right there.

She then arrived at Baker Street by cab promptly at 1 p.m. and her excitement rose again.

Slightly nervous, she stepped towards the door. She was about to ring the bell when a note caught her eye.

The door is open. Just come up.

So Molly opened the door and paused briefly at the sight of the steps. She hadn't been back here since that day. Nothing had changed. Her eyes briefly fell on the door at the back of the house before she took a deep breath and then finally slowly climbed the steps to the upstairs apartment.

At the top, she noticed that the door to Sherlock's apartment was open and that he himself was standing at the window with his back to her, looking out.

She held her breath for a moment at the sight that met her eyes.

Sherlock, in his perfectly fitting suit, with his dark curls that made him seem even more irresistible, if that was even possible, and that Molly had always dreamed of burying her hands in, and that perfect ass. She caught herself as her eyes kept roaming over his body, literally undressing him. Instantly, heat rose to her face.

She shook her head briefly, taking another deep breath before stepping inside.

"You...you wanted to see me?" she then asked, slightly nervous.

Sherlock turned, hands clasped behind his back, and smiled slightly at her. He seemed equally nervous.

"Yes, Molly. I...I was wondering..." at that, he took another step forward.

After stopping for a moment and seeming to consider what to say, Molly spoke up. But at the same moment Sherlock spoke again.

"...if I would like to have dinner with you?"

"...if you want to solve crimes with me?"

After hearing what Molly said, he paused for a moment and looked at her with a slightly surprised and scrutinizing look. A slight smirk was on his lips. Molly, feeling his eyes on her, suddenly became uncomfortable and she blushed again. In her mind, she slapped her hand in front of her head and slapped herself for her naivety.

But except for that smirk and that look, Sherlock didn't seem to mind.

He gestured for her to take a seat on the couch while he took a seat in his chair across from her. Then he explained to her that John was not really interested in solving crimes with him at the moment and he would be happy if Molly could support him for that.

Molly listened intently the whole time, but felt a small twinge after she learned that she was only supposed to be a substitute for John. Lost in thought, she turned her engagement ring back and forth on her finger under the table, wondering what to do.

After Sherlock finished his explanations, he looked at her. His look was sincere and slightly nervous about her answer. Molly couldn't help but melt under his gaze and before she knew it, she was nodding.

Sherlock lightly blew out air of relief and then nodded to her as well with a small smile on his lips.

Molly couldn't help but wonder if and why he was so nervous.

Was he afraid to ask her, or afraid of what her reaction would be? Or had he also sensed this moment between them and now didn't know what to do?

But before she could wonder further, the doorbell rang. Sherlock looked at her, slightly concerned, before rising and heading downstairs to the door. Molly still felt slightly uncomfortable, but wanted to stand by Sherlock. And maybe by doing so, she would be able to find out what exactly was there between them. He seemed different since his return. And Molly was eager to get to the bottom of what might have caused his change.

With one last look at her engagement ring, she then straightened up and joined Sherlock and the couple who had entered.

All the while, Sherlock behaved as he always had. Rational, detached and focused only on the case. He solved one case after another and Molly gradually gave up hoping that he had changed after all. Especially since Sherlock kept confusing her with John.

It was already early evening when they finally arrived at the apartment of a client who said he had something special for Sherlock to look into.

As it turned out, this client was a total fan of trains. Model trains were displayed all over his apartment. On the walls as well, pictures of various trains. If Molly didn't have such a pure heart, she would certainly call him a freak. Especially after he had so rudely corrected her when she had made a mistake in naming a part of the car. However, it was Sherlock who tried to build her back up with his smile and that warmth in his eyes.

Molly couldn't help but smile and again her heart gave a tiny little leap.

And then there was another moment that made her doubt again.

Molly and Sherlock were in the stairwell of the train freak and he had just revealed to her that he always trusted Molly. That she would count both and that he was going to ask her for help if she hadn't left. Then he apologized to her for all the trouble he had always caused her.

Again she felt the tears welling up, this time from joy and compassion. With her eyes slightly lowered to her ring, she thanked him for it. Sherlock followed her gaze and his heart sank in his chest. For some reason, he seemed disappointed.

He swallowed before recovering his words and congratulating her. She smiled and told him about her fiancé and how they met. However, she said nothing of all the pain and sadness over his death.

When she finished her tales, he smiled at her again. He wore that exact look he had in the locker room. Then he slowly moved toward her.

"I hope you'll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it" he said sincerely.

In front of her face, he paused briefly and seemed to hesitate. Briefly his eyes wandered to her lips. Then he put on his smile again and was about to plant a kiss on her cheek when Molly moved her head.

Molly thought about his words and also about the fact that she could see a slight sadness and disappointment in his eyes. She knew there would never be another opportunity to feel his lips on her skin. And even though she had a fiancé and the guilt might follow her endlessly, she wanted it. And before she knew it, she turned her head enough so that Sherlock wasn't meeting her cheek but her lips.

Sherlock seemed briefly surprised, but did not immediately detach himself from her lips. However, after realizing what he was doing and that Molly was engaged, he moved away.

"I'm sorry. " he murmured, slightly embarrassed.

But Molly took a step forward, taking his face in her hands and closing the distance between them. Just before his lips she breathed:

"Not me," and immediately put her lips back on Sherlock's.

He returned the kiss immediately and kissed her intimately. Almost as if he wanted to make sure that this was really happening and that it was really Molly who was standing in front of him. Molly, on the other hand, lost herself completely in the kiss. The rising warmth in her body only spurred her on. The feel of his lips on hers, so perfect and soft, triggered a feeling in her that she never felt with her fiancé. Plagued by sudden guilt, she finally broke away from Sherlock and looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I can't..." she sobbed lightly, then immediately ran out the door into the open.

This time it was Sherlock who was left completely baffled. With his fingers on his lips, he looked after the woman he had been thinking about all these years.


Oha, that's when it happened. The first kiss between the two 😊 Hopefully, it was not the only one or?

What do you guys think will happen next? Will Molly go through with it and marry Tom or will she finally break off her engagement and go to Sherlock?

I'm curious what you guys think about it 😉