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Molly Hooper was hard at work when her phone dinged, telling her she had a text. Sighing, she washed her hands and picked it up. She smiled, it was from Sherlock.

Bring me some eyeballs and a liver - Sh

Molly rolled her eyes. He was always asking for such things. Last week it had been fingers and toes. She knew she technically wasn't supposed to provide Sherlock with things to experiment with, but if she didn't he'd get bored. She didn't want that to happen. When he was bored, he was liable to inject himself with cocaine, or shoot a few rounds into Mrs. Hudson's walls. Both were not pleasant things to think about. And besides, she knew he couldn't possibly resist him. Especially when he was polite and didn't treat her like a "goldfish." Her phone dinged again.

Oh, and please? - Sh

Molly smiled. Like now, for instance. She quickly responded.

Will bring them after work - M

She went back to work, humming. She glanced at her watch. In two hours. Maybe in two hours, he'd notice her. After her shift ended, she went to her locker and pulled out a change of clothes. Mary had taken her out shopping for some new clothes. Molly had asked her to after what Sherlock had said at John's birthday party. Molly quickly slipped into a pair of dark jeans and a white, short-sleeve lace shirt. She took out her lipstick and carefully swiped it on her lips. She rubbed her lips together and took a look in the mirror. She nodded in satisfaction. Molly gathered the requested items together and left for 221b. She knocked on the door, and John answered.

"Hi, Molly. Come on in. Sherlock's in the living room. You look nice, by the way. Did Mary go shopping with you?"

"Yes, she really helped me pick out my clothes. I love everything I bought. Oh!" She held up the body parts. "I brought these for Sherlock."

John sighed in exasperation. "He asked for things, again, didn't he?"

Molly blushed. "Yeah, he even said 'please' this time."

John grinned, "You're a good influence on him."

"Who's a good influence on me?"

They turned to see Sherlock standing behind them. He gaped at Molly. Molly nervously touched her face.

"Do I have something on my face or clothes?"

He shook his head, but continued to stare wordlessly at her. Finally, he spoke, "You look beautiful. Those clothes you and Mary picked out are a vast improvement."

Molly fingered her shirt. "Thank you. We had fun." She remembered the liver and eyeballs. "Here, I brought you these." She handed them to Sherlock.

He nodded. "Thank you for these."

John's jaw dropped. Sherlock hardly ever said 'thank you' and actually mean it. Well, there is a first time for everything.

Molly's face beamed with delight. "Well, I better go. I have a date with someone tonight. Don't want to be late." She waved goodbye and left.

Sherlock stared after her, a contemplative look on his face.