I haven't updated this story, because well, I just kept getting writer's block when it came to Sherlock and Molly, but The Abdominable Bride helped with that!

I hope you all enjoy this little one-shot! If you have any requests, feel free to send them in! I have a few already, and I'm working to get them up and going!

Description: Sherlock catches Molly dancing. (Came from a Writing prompt from Pintrest!)

"You could have made it, Molly."

They always said that. Every time she visited her mother, she always heard it. Never mind that she had moved on, and had become a doctor, and a respectable job.

Never mind that she was happy.

Her family always wanted to see her up there, on stage, performing with the London Orchestra, with the ballet troupe.

She sighed, and turned on the CD player to her classical cd. Normally, the morgue was quiet while she worked, with the exception of him, but he wasn't here today, and she needed some relief.

Today had been torture. Her mother and her mother's sister had visited her, and had dragged up her talents, and her regrets, if she had any.

Molly shook her head, and listened as the song that made her feel alive came on. It was a soft melodic song with two powerful singers: Andrea Bocelli and Celine Dion. The song held special memories for her as a child, and now, it helped her get through the rough days.

She began to roll her shoulders, and her let her head roll back, only to stop when she straightened.

It was eight in the afternoon, and true, she was purposely working late, she knew no one was here, and she was alone.

Moving to the opened spot of the room, she lifted her arms outward, and began to sway as the music began to lift her up.

She twirled around, letting her white lab coat twirl behind her like a robe, as she closed her eyes, and let the music echo around her. She lifted up on her toes, and wished she had her pointe shoes on, but made due with the loafers she had on.

She lifted her arms, and began to move in elegant moves that made her feel and look as if she was one with the music.

Extending her arms, she began to twirl in a pirouette, and continued as she did a double, and landed with such grace anyone would have mistaken her for a professional.

A smile touched her face as she continued to feel the music, and with ease, she moved around the lab, careful of everything around her. She twirled, and lifted her left leg in a soft bend behind her back, as her back arched with her arms extended beside her.

She hadn't felt this free in so long, and so relaxed. She straightened, and let out a laugh, as she continued to move to the soft melodic tunes of The Prayer, and smiled as she performed a double pirouette once again, and felt her hair fly around her as her pony tail twirled.

She was so lost in the music, she didn't hear the door open, or even see she had company until she turned in a graceful three step turn, and landed against the solid body of a tall firm chest.

She felt arms go around her, steadying her, letting her know that she wouldn't fall.

Lifting her eyes, she felt her cheeks flush as she caught his blue-green eyes staring at her reddened face.

"Sherlock…" She began, panting as the dancing had caused her to lose her breathe. "I…didn't…" She continued, but words seemed to fail her at the moment.

Sherlock hummed, and pushed her a little ways away, but not too far from him, and dropped his arms to his chest. "So it would appear." He finished for her, knowing she didn't know anyone was here.

She dropped her eyes, and turned to cut her music off. "Was there something you needed?" She asked, not knowing what she could say to get out of this embarrassment. Only her family knew of her dancing background, no one else.

Not even her best friend.

No one.

At least until Sherlock stepped into the morgue.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and clasped his hands behind his back, his face remaining stoic. "I came to see if you had a heart I could use." He remarked, coldly.

Molly nodded her head, and turned to face the cadaver on the table. "There should be one in the fridge." She returned, her voice shaking, slightly.

He tilted his head to the side, and stepped towards her. "Why hide it?" He asked, causing her to lift her head. "Why do you hide the talent you possess?" He asked, watching her eyes widen for a moment.

She shook her head, and moved towards the back. "I don't want to discuss it." She answered, opening the fridge, and pulled out a heart she had put aside in case he needed one.

Closing her eyes, she rushed towards him, and thrusted the heart into his hands, and turned back to her work. "There's your heart." She stated, coldly, a little too coldly than she had preferred, but him asking her that question drug up too many memories, some painful.

Sherlock studied her for a moment, and sighed, lowly. "Thank you, Molly." He responded, before walking out of the morgue, but not before turning to look at her one last time.

~XXX~

Molly shook her head as she gazed at the invitation, a little too formal, and should have been a surprise, but truthfully, nothing surprised her about Sherlock.

Your presence is requested at 221B Bakerstreet at precisely 6 this afternoon. Please be prompt.

Sherlock

She smiled, and lowered her hands to her desk. What was that man up to now?

Shaking her head, she pushed away from her desk, and grabbed her coat from the rack, and slipped it on, pulling her long ponytail out, and let it swing free.

She turned her eyes to look at the large clock on the wall, and smiled when the big hand hit the six, and the small hand was on the five.

She had thirty minutes to get from here to Sherlock's place and no time to change.

Her shoulders began to sag as she realized how hung onto hope. Hope that this was a social call, and not something else.

Who was she kidding? With Sherlock, it was going to be something else.

The long walk to the curb to hail a cab unnerved her, and caused her think that something was wrong.

Why else would he want her to come by?

~XXX~

The door opened to the apartment, and she couldn't help but smile graciously towards Mrs. Hudson, who nodded with a kind smile, before walking passed her out the door.

Molly lifted her eyes towards the stairs, and placed her hands in her jacket pockets, and slowly began her ascent up the stairs towards his apartment.

She stopped at the landing, and thought she could hear soft music playing, music that made her heart pound ever so loudly in her chest.

Reaching for the door knob, she pushed it open, and gasped as she saw him standing in front of the window, playing the violin in a manner that made her warm at the sight.

As the bow pulled and pushed across the strings, he brought the instrument to life, and it made her smile.

She moved toward him, and watched as he slowly turned to face her an unknown look of warmth filling his eyes.

He came to the end of the stanza, and let the last note play out before letting the bow separate from his beautiful violin.

"That was beautiful." She whispered, her voice catching in her throat as tears filled her eyes.

He smiled, and bowed his head. "I've always held such a high regard for the classics." He began, turning to place his violin on his desk.

"Why hide your talent?" She asked, impulsively.

He smirked, and turned around. "Probably for the same reason you hide yours, Molly Hooper." He answered, placing his hands in the pockets of his dressing gown.

She felt a blush tinge her cheeks, and she bowed her head. "I am sorry I snapped at you earlier." She remarked, after a moment.

He shrugged his shoulders as if it meant nothing or that he forgot about that moment, which was impossible as he remembered everything, and stepped closer towards her. "You dance beautifully, Molly." He whispered, his voice deepening as he did so, making her shiver. "How old were you?" He asked, his blue-green eyes holding hers.

She swallowed, unable to move her eyes from his. "I…I started taking lessons when I was five, an…an…and stopped when I entered graduate school." She answered after a moment.

He hummed as if to take in her answer, and just continued to stand there, gazing into her eyes. "Wise decision," He remarked, pursing his lips together, and lifted his eyes over her head, before nodding his head.

She tilted her head to the side. "Pardon?" She asked, starting to shake her head.

He inhaled deeply, and nodded his head once more. "Wise decision to pursue the academic field instead of ballet." He explained in a rushed tone.

She held back her smirk, and folded her arms over her chest. "Oh, and why was that? Pray tell…" She asked, watching him, carefully.

He lowered his eyes to focus on hers, and began his hurried speech. "Well, clearly, because you enhance the medical community, with your knowledge, and if you weren't in this field, then I would have to put up with Anderson." He stated, with a small grimace on his face as he said the other man's name.

Molly bit back a smile, and finally lowered her head, breaking the connection she had with him for the moment. "Yes, that would be extremely terrible for a man of your caliber." She returned, nodding her head with a small smile on her face.

He smirked, and tilted his head to the side. "Why, Molly Hooper, are you teasing me?" He asked, watching a small blush tinge her cheeks, and he thought that it was a beautiful shade on her.

She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled with a hint of mystery behind her eyes.

He smiled, and reached forward with his right hand in a tender movement, and pushed a strand of her brown hair from her face, which had fallen from her usually neat ponytail, but today she had worn it halfway down, making him smile at the way it complimented her round face and button nose.

"Why did you ask me here?" She asked, her voice sounding breathless at his tender act.

He lowered his arm, and she watched as he swallowed, and moved a step back. "Molly Hooper, would," He began, pausing to clear his throat, clearly nervous from the question he had to ask. "Would you do me the honor of dancing for me?" He asked, watching her brow furrow, as slight fear shown in her eyes. "Please, Molly," He added, as she stood, frozen in her position.

Her eyes caught his, and she saw the sincerity in his eyes. "There's no music." She whispered, her voice nearly choking in her throat.

He smirked, and reached behind him to pick up his violin. "Yes, there is." He remarked, watching her eyes widen as he lifted the violin to her line of sight.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head.

"Please, Molly," He repeated, sincerity leaking into his words.

Bowing her head, she dropped her arms to her side, and slipped off her purse and jacket, laying them on the couch a few feet away.

Turning back to face him, she lifted her eyes to his, and saw the softness she rarely saw in his eyes. "Promise…" She began, leaving her words hanging in the air.

He smiled, tenderly, something rare for him, but not so with her, she had come to realize, and bowed his head. The promise of no ridicule answered with the motion.

Lifting the violin, he placed it underneath his chin, and lifted his bow in a beautiful fluid motion. Her breathe caught in her throat as she became enraptured at the sight of his graceful movements, and just as quickly her breathe came and went as he began to play.

Soon, the sight of him playing a melodious instrument with such skill that made her shiver disappeared as the music reached for her, and she began to move.

With grace that none knew she had, she moved around the room, lifting her leg in a graceful form as she turned, and transformed into a pirouette.

She turned and bent her back letting her hair touch the floor behind her, with her arms lifted up, reaching for the sky. Her eyes were closed, and for a moment she could see herself dancing on a stage with no one there, except him.

The melodious tune filled her soul, and moving her arms to a graceful bow, she tilted her body sideways, letting go of all the frustration of the day in the song.

She felt his eyes on her, but she didn't mind, for the first time in a long time, she just enjoyed the music and let it fill her as if it was meant to be.

She didn't know how long she had been dancing, but it was enough for her to run almost out of breathe, and for her legs to shake, as she ended with a bow to the floor, and gracefully stood up, her chest lifting as she tried to catch her breathe.

Her eyes lifted, and she caught his, and realized his violin was nowhere in his hands, but she didn't have the courage to locate it as he stepped towards her, and she watched as his eyes dilated while gazing into hers.

"A swan," He whispered, his voice going deeper, if that was possible. "You dance like a swan." He added, his voice catching slightly at the end.

She felt a blush tinge her cheeks, and in a moment there was no one but her and him, standing in his flat. "Thank you." She whispered, breathlessly.

He gave a slow nod, and in that moment something changed, though neither spoke of it. They both knew it.

Grasping her face between his hands, he bend his head, and placed his lips, tentatively on hers in a gentle, yet searing kiss that left them both shaking, her even more so.

As she molded into his body, she felt her heart pound, harder, and harder in her chest, and she prayed, silently that he wouldn't hear it.

He lifted his head after a moment, and gazed into her eyes. "Stay with me, Molly." He remarked, deeply.

Those three words filled her heart as she held his eyes, and slowly nodded. She wanted to ask for how long, but the next words stopped her.

"Forever, Molly Hooper," He whispered, caressing her cheek with his left hand. "Stay with me forever." He added, just before his lips lowered to hers once again.

All because of one dance.

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