A.N: Hey guys!
Sorry this chapter is shorter than usually but it was my way to fight my writer block. Next chapter will be the wedding so be prepared. Once again thank you for all the reviews I am trying my best to answer all of you especially when you have questions . I have no word to tell you how all your support and infatuation with this Sherlolly! Thank you to my beta Georgia for being awesome.
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Chapter 12:
"Good morning Sherlock."
"Oh hello John," replied Sherlock, quickly glancing up before concentrating on his screen again. "How's Aunt Mildred doing?"
"Her name is Josephine."
Sherlock sighed and typed furiously on his keyboard. "It's just a detail John, her name is irrelevant."
John rolled his eyes and sat on his chair, facing Sherlock's back.
"She's doing fine. She was happy to see us."
"Good, good." Sherlock replied and John knew he wasn't listening anymore.
"How's the case going?"
"It's going, John. I retrieved a list of the members and I think I pinpointed a few potential candidates for the illuminati."
"What did you do, Sherlock?"
Sherlock typing faltered for a second, leading John to think Sherlock did indeed do something pretty stupid. "I don't know what you're talking about."
John leaned on the chair. "I have been gone for the whole weekend and you haven't tried to call me, not once."
"You expressly asked me to leave you alone this weekend, which I did. Why is it so surprising?"
"Because you never listen to me, Sherlock!"
"Well, maybe now I do."
John snorted. "Molly called Mary by the way."
Sherlock stopped typing but kept his back to John. "I see….And does it has anything to do with me?"
"I don't know, Sherlock, you tell me. She called Mary to tell her she was coming without Tom."
Sherlock swirled on the chair ad John didn't miss the little gleam of victory in his eyes. "They broke up?"
John's eyes narrowed ever so slightly in suspicion. "No, not officially anyway, but I can see that it's probably headed in that direction."
"Oh… Well I'm sorry for them."
"What happened on Friday night, Sherlock?"
Sherlock grimaced. "Things didn't really go as planned. It's…. Molly overreacted."
"Did she? Molly isn't usually a drama queen."
Sherlock sighed; "I don't think I want to talk to you about it. You look like you're going to give me one of your lectures, and if I wanted one of those I would give Mycroft a call."
"I don't do that!" John shouted indignantly.
"Of course you do."
"Sherlock you are my best friend all my lectures are just me trying to help. But I know you well enough to see that you're upset. Something happened and I want to help you."
"I'm not even sure how it happened myself. I might have to concede that human nature is confusing. I mean, I kissed her, I felt her pulse quicken… Her heart, everything in her physiological response showed that she was enjoying it just as much as I did and then she pushed me away, disappeared and refused to answer my calls." Sherlock sighed. "Women are just something else." He frowned, seeing John wide eyed and slightly slack jawed."What?"
John cleared his throat and shook his head as to erase the shock. "Okay, so let me rewind that for a second. You kissed Molly."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"At first it was to distract the guard."
"At first?"
"Yes…" Sherlock trailed off wearily. "I have some experience, I have flirted and kissed many women to obtain what I wished but it was different this time, I actually…" He frowned as if trying to find the right word. "I enjoyed it."
John nodded, trying to hide the half smile on his face. "I see."
Sherlock stood up and started to pace the room, his fingers steepled under his chin. "And I realized something else, too. It's hard to believe, but I'm better when I am with her. I'm sharper, more focused. Difficult to say why, exactly. Perhaps in time, I'll solve that as well, but right now I have these murders to occupy my time."
"This one isn't quite as hard to resolve but the result might be scary. What are your intentions?"
"Well I was thinking about breaking into Mr. Stoltenberg's office. Are you game? I need eyes."
John rolled his eyes and stood up. "Why do you want to break into this man's office? And when I asked the question I was referring to Molly; what are your intentions with Molly?"
"He is the most likely to be part of the illuminati. As for Molly I don't have any intentions." Sherlock said, fastening his scarf and throwing on his coat.
John shook his head. "Sherlock, you can't do that to her, her relationship with Tom is probably destroyed already, but that's not a reason to mess her around."
"I don't intend to mess her around."
"I know that, but it doesn't matter if it is intentional or not, just back off at least until the wedding and see where it goes, okay?"
"I don't believe in relationships, John. It was a mistake, a slip up. It won't ever happen again."
John eyes lit with amusement. "You can be such an idiot it's entertaining to watch. Well, if it's what you believe, you better let her know but let's wait after the wedding, will you?"
Sherlock shrugged. "Sure, I don't believe in this human error."
This time John laughed. "I wonder who you're trying to convince here, Sherlock, me or yourself?"
"Stop your nonsense John; you promised to let it go."
John sighed. "Fine. I don't know why, but I think my wedding will be something to remember."