Day 4: "This person won't stop flirting with me. Would you pretend to know me?"

Modern Sherlolly. One-shot.

Note: This is a one-shot, and not related to the previous Victorian Sherlolly story; I plan to write one more chapter to finish that story.

"This pathologist had better be good." Sherlock said over his mobile phone, walking down the street.

"Well, since you scared off the last one, I am not sure you are in a position to hope." Lestrade replied.

"I am merely asking for a competitive pathologist to work with. Is that too much to ask?" Sherlock asked sharply.

"With you? Anything you ask for is too much." Greg laughed through the phone.

Sherlock huffed but didn't reply.

"Anyway, you will be meeting her tomorrow at 11 a.m. Don't be late." Greg continued.

"I am never late." Sherlock ended the call before he rounded the corner, heading to meet a member of his homeless network.

Glancing at his watch to check the time, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a young woman with a long brown ponytail before she bumped into him, fisted the lapels of his Belstaff then kissed him. It was less of a kiss and more of lips smashing together. It lasted for two seconds before she stepped back, staring widely at him.

"This person won't stop flirting with me. Would you pretend to know me?" the mysterious woman whispered urgently. Her breathing was labored and her eyes were worried, staring at him and possibly berating herself for what she just did. In his peripheral vision, Sherlock could see a man nearly his age, with brown hair and eyes, staring right at the young woman in confusion, with both his fists clenched.

In a moment, Sherlock's confused look turned into a charming one with a sweet smile, before leaning down to capture her lips in a real kiss that lasted longer than the first.

When the kiss ended, Sherlock wrapped his arms around the mysterious woman's waist, before saying loud enough for the man standing near them to hear but not loud enough to sound fake, "Oh, my love, where have you been? I was getting worried."

"Sorry, I am late, darling." Molly smiled, though her smile was nervous.

"You don't look alright. Is something wrong?" Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows.

Sherlock turned his eyes to the intruder, pretending to notice him for the first time, "Who are you?"

"I am… I am... my name is…."

"What are you staring at?" Sherlock demanded, not appreciating the intrusion to the special moment with his woman.

Molly turned her head, then cleared her throat before saying, "Hey, darling, this is Jonathan. He is my co-worker. He works at Barts." She emphasized the last word, letting her savior know a little bit of info in order to seem legit.

"I was just making sure she went home safe." Jonathan hastily explained, already taking a step back from the menacing tall man who was staring at him with eyes like daggers.

"Really? And how exactly did you do that? By stalking her?" Sherlock asked coldly, tightening his hold on Molly's waist.

Jonathan's eyes widened dramatically, suddenly feeling scared of Sherlock, "What? Stalking? No, that's not…."

Sherlock interrupted harshly, "Because Barts is a 10 minutes' walk from where we stand and here you are, following my fiancée."

"Fiancée?" Jonathan asked dumbly, not believing what he just heard.

Molly turned her head to stare wide-eyed at Sherlock.

Fiancée?! Oh, my God. Did I just get rid of one stalker to fall in the hands of a psycho?

Sherlock tightened his hold on her again, but in a gentler way, hoping she understood what he meant and that she wouldn't push him away and make a scene.

In an instant, Molly's face broke into a sweet smile and she turned to face Jonathan.

"Well, Jonathan, you can leave now. No need to make sure I get home safely anymore." Molly said, narrowing her eyes slightly, and hoping Jonathan got the message.

"That is a smart woman", Sherlock thought.

In a moment, Jonathan turned around and walked quickly the other way, as if running away. As soon as he disappeared, Sherlock stepped away from Molly and said, "I am sorry about the fiancée thing. I just blurted it out. I just wanted to make sure he won't bother you again."

"Yes, it's okay. I understand." Molly said softly, staring at her savior for a few moments, before she mentally slapped herself for staring at him like a teenager. She cleared her throat and giggled nervously, "Though it will be a hard mission when the word spreads at work that I am engaged when I have no fiancé to show off."

"Mm. Quite the issue indeed." Sherlock said, his brows furrowed in deep thought. "Maybe we should continue this little plot for a little while, then."

"Excuse me?" Molly took a step back. She was in no need to have another stalker, even if he was as handsome as that gorgeous man who just stepped in to help her.

"You said you worked at Barts, right?" Sherlock continued.

"Yes." Molly answered suspiciously, debating whether she should regret giving this stranger a piece of personal info or not.

"Well, I will be visiting Barts regularly for the foreseeable future, as a part of my work. I am sure we will meet there. Seeing us together will definitely put an end to this stalker's futile efforts, that's in case he hasn't already understood the message today."

"But..."

"And if not, I am happy to simply punch him in the face." Sherlock shrugged.

"What?"

Sherlock winked at her, and she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face.

"Well, then." Molly murmured, then she asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"No. A consulting detective."

"And what will you be doing with Barts?"

"I am working with the police, investigating homicides."

"I see."

"You?" Sherlock asked, suddenly interested in proving whether his deductions of this young woman were right or wrong.

"I…. I am a pathologist." Molly replied a little shyly.

"A pathologist?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. My deductions were right.

"Yes, you know the doctor that…." Molly explained.

"I know what a pathologist is." Sherlock interrupted her sharply.

"Oh, okay." Molly murmured, feeling disappointed.

Feeling her discomfort, "I am…sorry. I didn't mean to…shout."

"Okay." Molly shrugged.

They stood in silence for a few moments, and just before Molly excused herself to leave, Sherlock suddenly asked, "Do you happen to know detective Lestrade?"

"Yes. Are you working with him?" Molly inquired, hoping that it meant she would get to work with this handsome man, but still feeling confused at this whole situation.

A knowing smile invaded Sherlock's face before he replied, "Yes. The world indeed is a smaller place these days."