the lovely juldooz on Tumblr requested: #13, "I could kiss you right now!"
It all happened in the sitting room of 221B. Mrs. Hudson was making tea in the kitchen for everyone. John and Mary sat on the sofa with a one year old Rosie climbing over top of them and Molly stood by Greg as Sherlock paced the room. He was in the midst of a complicated case that the detective inspector had passed on to him.
"Motive, motive," Sherlock muttered to himself. "I can't figure out a motive. All signs point to Mr. Fields but it doesn't make sense." He raised his voice in frustration, causing Molly to jump a bit. She had never seen him so vexed before. "It was his blood, I'm sure of it. There's even CCTV footage of him leaving from that direction."
The room was silent for a moment until Molly's voice broke through.
"If I may?" she asked. Sherlock's head snapped up to look at her.
"Yes?" he encouraged.
"Well, there's the chance that maybe Mr. Fields has an identical twin. It would explain why the blood is the same because they share DNA. As for motive, maybe his twin resented him for some reason and wanted to frame him," Molly explained. "I know you say it's never twins, but it's the only plausible explanation. At least to me."
"Perhaps you're right," Sherlock mused. John furrowed his eyebrows from surprise. "Yes, Molly you're brilliant! I could kiss you right now!" Not only was his exclamation shocking, but the sight of him snogging her in the moment had everybody's jaw dropping. He stepped back a mere twenty seconds after it happened and looked at her in amazement. Nobody said a word as they observed the pair gaping at one another.
Sherlock stepped forward more slowly in the same way he did during that disastrous Christmas party and cupped her cheek with his hand. Then he leaned down to capture her lips once more. It was soft and gentle. It was as if they didn't see anyone else in the room but each other. Once he broke the kiss, he spoke again.
"Lestrade, research to see about Mr. Fields' twin brother," he told him, his eyes never leaving Molly's. "I have something important to tend to."
"Like what?" Greg asked, still amazed by what he had just witnessed.
"I would like to take Miss Hooper out to dinner," Sherlock smirked. She took the hand he offered her and they left the flat filled with the excitement of this new development.