"Oh come on Molly! It's one night. I really need someone else to talk to tonight. John will probably talking to the other doctors there and I really don't want to listen to there conversations all night." Mary begged.

"Mary, it's really was really kind of you to invite me, honestly. It's just that I don't socialize well at parties." said Molly as she had a little flashback to her college years. Just a little wallflower with a book watching everyone else seem so fake. She even caught a few girls making fun of her nerdy style from time to time. She didn't say anything of course. There was no way someone as timid as her could ever stand up to the all powerful sorority girls.

"Don't worry love! I'll be there the whole time. You can just stick with me and John. Besides, this is a masquerade. No one will know who you are."

Molly was about to give in, but there was another small matter.

"Mary, I don't even have anything to wear."

Mary gave Molly a mischievous grin. "That's why we're going shopping."

Molly rolled her eyes. "I don't have enough money for a dress."

"No worries. I'll help pay." Mary said pushing Molly out the door.

"No. Absolutely not. I will not let you pay for my dress. No way." Molly wasn't having any of it. She really didn't want Mary to pay for her dress.

"It's out of the question. Besides, we've already caught a cab." Mary laughed while pushing Molly into the cab.

"I'll look for a dress, but I insist you let me help pay for it."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just make sure to find a nice one."

"You look like my grandmother. And she's dead." Mary said sarcastically. Molly looked down at the dress.

"It's not that bad! It's just vintage." Molly really did like the dress. It was flowery and simple. Just the way she liked it.

"No way. I will not be seen with a 30 year old grandmother." said Mary while looking through another rack of clothes. "Here, try on this one."

Molly laughed. "Mary this is ridiculous. That's a dress made for beautiful skinny girls."

"Exactly. Just try it on. If you don't like it we can find something else."

Molly sighed and went back into the dressing room. She slipped on the dress. It was a black lacy dress that flowed a little past her knees. The back had a big opening which made Molly feel even more uncomfortable.

"Mary, I can't do this." Molly whined.

"Well you at least have to show me!" Knowing that there was no way out of this, Molly did as Mary said and stepped out of the dressing room. Mary's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Who are you? You look similar to a girl I know art Barts, but wowzah." Mary said jokingly.

"Ha, ha very funny. I'm taking this ridiculous thing off." Molly said walking back into the dressing room. But Mary didn't say anything. That worried Molly. She changed out of her dress as fast as she could and bolted out the door. Mary was still there, but she was giving Molly an almost frightening stare.

"Oh no. What did you do?" Molly asked. This couldn't be good.

"Well, apparently, they had that same exact dress in the back so I saved you the trouble of buying it." Molly gave Mary a cold look.

"Your awful."

"Yes, an awful good friend. Now lets go. We still need to do your hair." Mary said while walking out of they store. Molly felt like she was going to be sick.

"Ow!" Molly shrieked as the hot curling iron touched her ear.

"Sorry love, I'm really not used to doing someone else's hair."

"Jee thanks for the warning."

Mary sprayed half of the can of hairspray in Molly's hair before spinning her around in the chair towards the mirror. Even Molly had to admit. She looked stunning.

"Thank you Mary. For everything." Molly thanked. Mary smiled.

"Come on love. The cabs waiting."

The party reminded Molly of the great Gatsby. Everyone dressed in extravagant gowns, caked on makeup, and perfume that could make your eyes water for weeks. Mary was forced into one of John's boring conversations with Mike Stamford leaving Molly all alone. Or so she thought.

"Mind if I join?" Asked a tall bloke with black curly hair.

"Um sure." Molly said uncertainly. He was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, so Molly couldn't tell who he was. but his voice sounded familiar. It was just really hard to put a face to.

"I must say you look very different. A good different." Now Molly was scared. This man knew her name and she had no idea his.

"Thank you, but have we met? I don't believe I told you my name." The man laughed.

"You know me I assure you. But this is a masquerade. We're not supposed to know each other." Molly crossed her arms.

"That's not fair."

"What? That I recognized you and you still can't seem to recognise me?"

"Oh shut up." Molly retorted. The man laughed.

"Dance?" The man asked. What the hell. This was a party. When Molly was younger, she could have only dreamed about a man asking her to dance.

"Okay." Molly took the mans hand and just kind of swayed her hips side to side. She wasn't much of a dancer. The mystery man on the other hand, was getting far more into it than she was. When the upbeat song was finally over, the dj transitioned into a slower song. The mystery man placed a firm hand on Molly's waist while Molly grasped her free hand and set it into the man's free one.

"It's almost midnight." John said wile dancing with Mary. Molly wasn't aware they were so close together.

"Looks like you've found yourself a date." Mary laughed.

"Hardly. He still hasn't told me his name." After Molly had said that, John nearly choked on his champagne laughing.

"Really? That's awfully unkind of you isn't?" John aske the mystery man.

"No. You told me this is what people are supposed to do at a masquerade. They're not supposed to know who you are right?" John chuckled.

"Right. Okay Romeo. Have fun you two." John said before taking off with Mary.

"Do you know them?" Molly asked.

"Not really. John's an old friend. Care to join me on the patio?"

Molly nodded her head and walked with the man outside. The view was beautiful. The London Eye's rainbow lights danced around the ferris wheel. The lights from the party danced along the dark street making the scene even more beautiful.

"Okay everyone, it's almost midnight! When the clock strikes twelve, everyone take off your masks and kiss the person nearest to you." Instructed the dj.

"Looks like your stuck with me Ms. Hooper. Actually if you want to leave, I understand." said the mystery man. Molly didn't really want to kiss this random man, but she did want to find out who he was. Molly was going to say something, but she was interrupted by big bens loud chimes signalling midnight.

It's now or never. Molly thought. She took off the man's mask and almost fainted. Why hadn't she recognised him before?!

"Hello Molly Hooper." Sherlock said while grinning at Molly.

"Sherlock I-" But Molly was interrupted by Sherlock placing a soft kiss on Molly's lips. She wasn't really sure what to do, so she did an odd mixture of moaning and laughing while Sherlock still continued to kiss her. Then they both heard a whistle behind them and found John clapping while Mary stood with her phone recording it all.

"Well done Sherlock! It was about time you bloody kissed her." John laughed.

"Oh this is so going on youtube." Mary said joining in on the fun.

"Mary Watson I swear if I find that on the internet I will hide your body in the morgue." Threatened Molly. But Mary just laughed.

"See? I told you this was a good idea!"

Molly just smiled at Sherlock. "Yes. Yes it was."