"Sherlock where are we going?" asked Molly. Molly Hooper had been following Sherlock around for hours. All she wanted to do was go home and celebrate her birthday in peace.

"One more stop. There has to be something the murderer missed." Sherlock responded, completely ignoring the question.

Molly stopped in her tracks. She was fed up with this nonsense. Sherlock had taken her to just about everywhere in London. All Molly wanted was to stay in her flat to blow out her candles on her birthday cake by herself. But she should have known better. She should have known Sherlock would never remember her birthday and if he did he probably wouldn't care. She was just fooling herself into believing Sherlock would even take notice in the shy meek pathologist from Barts Hospital.

"Sherlock Holmes, I have gone everywhere with you. You have showed me every corner of London for a reason that I don't even fully understand so if you'll excuse me, I'm going home so I can celebrate my birthday." Molly declared. Molly was about to turn around to get a cab when Sherlock placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Please Molly. I need your help." Sherlock pleaded with big round eyes. How could she say no?

"Fine. But after this I'm leaving."

Molly followed Sherlock down the street until Molly finally realized where they were going.

"Sherlock why are we back at your flat?" Molly asked in exasperation.

"I forgot something." Sherlock replied.

Molly rolled her eyes. She followed Sherlock up the stairs only to find a beautiful sight. A table was set for two. Two bowls of soup and two glasses of wine. In the center of the table was a big bouquet of flowers and a small box wrapped with a ribbon.

"Happy Birthday Molly Hooper." Sherlock whispered in Molly's ear as he took her coat.

"Sherlock...I...I don't know what to say. This was definitely not what I was expecting." Molly said with tears forming in her eyes.

"It may not be what you were expecting, but it's what you deserve. You helped be fake my death and have been nothing but kind to me the whole time I have known you. But I have only just realize how horrible I have been to you. Now, Molly Hooper, if you will except it, would you like to have dinner with me to celebrate your birthday."

Now tears really were forming in Molly's eyes.

"I'm sorry I have made you cry. I know you can never forgive me for what I've done. I'll leave." But right as Sherlock was about to leave Molly grabbed his arm.

"Don't you dare." Molly said with a laugh.

"Why?" Sherlock replied in confusion.

"Sherlock I'm not sad, I'm happy. No one has ever done this for me and I wouldn't want to spend my birthday with anybody else."

A smile formed on Sherlock's face. "Well then, shall we have dinner?"

"Absolutely."

After dinner was done and both Sherlock and Molly had finished their meals, Sherlock handed Molly the small box wrapped in ribbon.

"Open it." instructed Sherlock. Molly did as she was told and opened the box to reveal a small heart locket. On one side of the locket, there was something engraved.

'You do count.'

"Oh Sherlock. I love it." Molly said holding up her hair so Sherlock could put the necklace on her. Once the necklace was on, Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand and spun her around. Molly noticed that Sherlock's eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen. But she didn't have long to look at them because Sherlock pulled her in for a kiss. It was long and nice. His lips tasted like peppermint and she wanted more. Sherlock place a hand delicately on Molly's face while her own hands hugged his waist.

"I love you Molly Hooper." whispered Sherlock in her ear.

"I love you too Sherlock Holmes."