Author's Note: This is the last part of my story. Thank you to all who read and reviewed. Hope you enjoyed it!
Sherlock looked up from the microscope. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. He went back to his microscope. Moments later, he looked up again. He stared at Molly for quite some time. Finally, he spoke, "How did your date last night go?"
Molly sighed. She turned to face him. "Why ask me when you could just deduce it yourself?"
Sherlock hesitated before replying, "I want to hear it from you, instead of figuring it out myself. I want to know what you think."
"It was fine. We went to dinner, then I went home."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "It didn't go well, did it?"
"No, Sherlock, it didn't," Molly snapped. "He just wanted to hook up with a willing female. Why do I have such bad luck when it comes to men? First it was Moriarty, then Tom. And a whole host of others before them."
Sherlock didn't know what to say. He just stood watching her. She went back to her work, but he saw a stray tear make its way down her cheek. Sherlock walked over to her. She didn't turn around, but felt his presence. "What do you want, Sherlock? More experimental parts?" He hesitated, but finally gave her a tentative hug. She stiffened in surprise; then relaxed into his embrace. She didn't know how long they stood like this. It was wonderful. At last, she pulled away. He looked slightly embarrassed and quickly dropped his arms. Sherlock went back to his microscope. They didn't say a word until he was about to leave. He on on his coat and scarf and was about to leave.
"Sherlock," Molly called timidly.
He turned around. "Yes, Molly?"
She smiled softly at him. "Thank you."
He returned her smile. "You're welcome." He went to the door, but stopped. He looked back at her. "Would you..." he paused.
"Would I what?"
"Would you like to grab some fish and chips?" He held his breath.
Molly smiled brightly. "I would love to, Sherlock. Thank you."
Sherlock exhaled. "Good. I know of a nice place. I cleared the owner of a murder charge."
Molly grinned to herself. Only Sherlock. She washed her hands and retrieved her coat. They left.
They had a good time, and occasionally Sherlock would take her out to a fancier restaurant. He never used the term "girlfriend" but it was implied. That was enough for Molly. For now.