drabble request from elennemigo on tumblr: "Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while." Oh, and dear guest reviewer, Stalking Jack the Ripper is one of my fave books and I talk to the author on Twitter regularly! She's super nice! I'm so glad you caught that!
Molly flew towards the elevator, Sherlock quick on her heels. She was desperately trying to avoid the conversation at hand; at least trying to postpone it. She was at work, not at all equipped to deal with it all right now. He followed her inside and the doors shut as she pressed the floor number.
"Do we really have to do this?" she sighed. Sherlock flicked his eyes over to her briefly.
"Molly, if you would just–" the words stopped as the elevator halted, suspended between floors.
"You have got to be kidding me," Molly groaned. She swiftly wiped away a tear of frustration as she slid down the wall of the elevator and onto the floor. Sherlock cautiously sat down beside her, his face twisted in heartache for her. Gathering her into his arms, she began to cry softly into his shirt.
"Molly?" he spoke softly.
"Don't," she cried. "I know you planned for this happen."
"I-I didn't, actually," Sherlock admitted. Somewhere in the hospital, John and Mycroft were celebratory of a job well done. Her tears cleared up, giving Sherlock the chance to try again. "Molly, would you be willing to hear me out? Please?" His tone was gentle. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to."
"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while," Molly remarked with a small laugh. It was just the invitation he needed. Sherlock only hoped he could get her to see what she truly meant to him. He loved her, and really, that's all that mattered in that moment.