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Chapter 9

Molly decided to take the initiative after work and made her way to Baker St without waiting for an invite. She picked up the ingredients for a quick meal on the way unsure as to whether or not he would even be there let alone want to eat. She knew he would sometimes not eat when on a case but she hoped to persuade him otherwise; he needed to take better care of himself.

When she arrived John was just leaving, 'hey Molls, good job you're here he wasn't happy with me going, but only coz he didn't want to talk to the skull about the case,' he rolled his eyes. 'He seems to forget I have a wife and child now and can't just be at his beck and call.'

Molly asked after Mary and Elizabeth and promised to call round soon for a visit.

'Yeah, please do. Mary would really like the company, she's not really your stay at home mum type and baby talk is driving her mad. She'd love to hear the ins and outs of you and Sherlock. Don't worry I'll make myself scarce, I really don't want to hear the ins and outs of my best mate's love life. Wow, that's something I never thought I'd hear myself say in relation to Sherlock. ' He laughed and then let himself out of the front door as Molly made her way up the stairs.

As she entered Sherlock opened one eye briefly. He was sat in his chair, hands steepled under his chin.

Molly made her way through to the kitchen and set about making them a meal. She decided to leave him to his musings. He'd let her know soon enough if he needed her for anything.

Twenty minutes later the food was ready. Molly had cleared enough space on the kitchen table for two plates and as she served up the food Sherlock made his way over.

She leaned up to kiss him briefly, 'hey, I didn't want to disturb you when you were thinking. How's the case going?'

'It's not, and we need to talk Molly.'

Molly stomach dropped, 'what...what about?' She felt tears starting to well up into her eyes, was he breaking up with her, already, he sounded so serious.

He sat down picking up his knife and fork and looked at her. He was about to speak when he frowned, 'what's the matter? Why do you look as though you're about to cry?'

Molly sighed her shoulders slumping a bit, 'just say what you need to say Sherlock.'

'It's me isn't it? I've said or done something to hurt you, you weren't like this when you arrived so it's something I've done since, but we've barely interacted. You need to tell me Molly. How can I do better if I don't even know where I've gone wrong?'

'Please Sherlock, tell me what you were going to say...please.'

'Well, I wanted to talk to you about why you're not back at Bart's already. You are clearly unhappy there, the staff are treating you disrespectfully and given that you went there to get away from me, which is now a mute point, I don't understand why you aren't back at Bart's.' He looked at her expectantly.

Molly's face broke into a grin and she wiped away her brief tears with the back of her hand, 'is that all? I thought...you sounded as though...' She took a deep breath and ploughed on, 'I thought you were breaking up with me, you sounded so serious when you said we needed to talk.'

'What, no, don't be ridiculous Molly, is that why you looked so upset? Have I given you reason to think I would want us to separate because if so I wasn't aware of it.'

'No, Sherlock, no you haven't. It's just this, us, it's still so new and I suppose I still can't quite believe it's happening. I keep waiting for the bubble to burst, for you to say goodbye.'

'Hmmm. Anyway what about Bart's? I need you back there. Charing Cross is too far...I don't like it.'

Molly took a bite of the food and thought about what she should do, 'but it could be good for my career, it's a much bigger set up and if I got a position there I could earn more money, there would be more chances for promotion.'

'Pfft you don't need the extra money and they don't do as much criminal pathology as Bart's so long term it would be detrimental to your career prospects and Molly, I know I'm not a big one for feelings but would you be happy there? You didn't seem very happy.'

Molly sat back, slightly shocked, 'Who says I don't need the money? Sherlock have you seen the size of my flat, do you know how much the rent costs?'

'Yes but given you'll soon be moving in here you won't have to worry about rent for much longer. How much notice do you need to give your landlord?'

Molly almost choked on a piece of pasta. She took a gulp of water before she could reply.

'Sherlock we've been dating, if I can call it that, for what... not quite two weeks. I'm not sure we're at the moving in stage.'

Once again he frowned, 'what in god's name is the 'moving in' stage? Why is this so difficult? You have been in love with me for what six years,' he put his hand up to stop her rebuttal, 'Molly you know me well enough, I know it's been that long. Now that I have acknowledged that I have feelings for you there is no reason for us to not act on them.'

He stopped and looked at Molly before he sighed, 'you need more...Molly, I'm not good at this, you know I'm not. I...I have never felt about anyone else the way I feel about you, maybe John but without the sex...definitely without the sex. That's a big deal for me, I don't do feelings or sentiment normally but it seems I do for you. That isn't going to change anytime soon. I'm not going to suddenly decide I want someone else. So if I love you and you love me we may as well get on with it and move in together. I don't want to have to date you like a teenager, it's pointless. Plus...I find I enjoy having you here, my mind feels calmer when you are around.'

Molly sniffed her eyes welling up this time with happy tears.

'Not again, what have I done now?'

Molly stood up and went round the table to Sherlock she gestured to him to move his chair back and when he did she sat on his knee with her arms around his neck. 'I think that was the sweetest thing I have ever heard you say. Thank you Sherlock and yes you're right I love you too and yes, if you want me too I will move in with you.' She leant forward and kissed him. The kiss was slow and passionate all thoughts of the food lying before them were swiftly forgotten.

Sherlock somehow managed to stand up lifting Molly along with him. Part of her thought she really needed to ask him how he stayed so strong and fit when he never seemed to do any exercise but for the most part she was just enjoying being close to him, kissing him.

When they got to the bedroom they quickly undressed before falling in the bed in a tangled heap of limbs. Molly ended up lying on her back with Sherlock lying on top of her. She loved the weight of him pressing down on her, her hands trailing down his back to his muscular backside. He was already hard for her and she could feel him pressed against her thigh.

He broke off from kissing her and slid down the bed licking and nipping at her breasts then down her stomach. He spread her legs and pushed his nose into her curls breathing her in. She clutched at the sheets torn between desire and embarrassment. She wasn't even sure whether Sherlock had ever engaged in oral sex before let alone whether he was any good at it. Her concerns were soon forgotten though. He was good, very good.

She heard herself moaning loudly as he licked and sucked at her clit, two fingers thrusting inside her. She moaned again and couldn't stop herself. 'God, Sherlock... please...I need...oh'.

He bent his fingers so they hit her G spot and she came, lifting off the bed with her back arched, pressing herself into his face riding him. As she came down from her high he sat up wiping his face with the back of his hand smirking, 'I take it you enjoyed that Doctor Hooper?'

She knelt up opposite him, 'you take it right.' She sat astride him pushing him down onto his back then leant forwards to kiss him.

He bucked up against her grinding his hardness against her. She leant down and grasped him hearing a deep groan from him. She stroked him up and down a couple of times before positioning him at her wet, slick entrance then she slid down onto him.

As she leant forward, over him, he brought his head up to suck and nip at her breast using his hand on the small of her back to press himself into her, their pelvises grinding together sending shockwaves through her already stimulated clit. She rode him slow at first before building the speed suddenly desperate to reach a second climax. As soon as he released her breast she kissed him their tongues battling for dominance. She could tell he was close his thrusts almost lifting her off the bed and then she came, in great shuddering waves, crying out his name feeling him release inside her.

They both slumped back on the bed; Sherlock's arms holding her close. Molly felt as though she could sleep for a week. She moved to his side and they lay together as their breathing settled back to normal. Sherlock shifted so his head was on her breasts and she moved her hand into his hair sliding over his scalp as she felt him relax against her.

She was just wondering whether he had fallen asleep when he suddenly sat up, 'oh, of course.'

With that he was out of the bed and leaving the room. Molly called after him, 'what is it? What's wrong?'

'Nothing's wrong, no that's brilliant... Greg...Sherlock. We need to check for any churches that back onto the Thames or are close enough that you could move a body easily to the river. E-mail it to me and I'll be in touch.'

By this point Molly had made her way into the front room wrapping herself in one of Sherlock's dressing gowns and carrying a second for the man who was currently standing buck naked in front of his wall looking at various photos from the autopsy and the scene where the body was found.

He absent-mindedly took the robe from her, 'yes, yes see here and here Molly. I knew I'd missed something. The shirt the victim was wearing it's clerical but without the dog collar. And here, the wounds around the victims neck. You couldn't explain the reason for the strange markings...'

Molly nodded looking at the photo. Sherlock continued, 'what if he was at work, in his church? What if these marks are from a rosary? Could that explain the patterns?'

Again Molly nodded, 'yes, I think you might be right. But surely someone would have noticed he were missing by now. He'd been dead at least 12 hours when he was found and that was this morning. He must have been killed about 24 hours ago.'

'Not necessarily. If he's a catholic priest there would be no family to miss him. It's mid week, the killer could have locked up the church, thrown the key in after the body to give himself time to get away.'

At that moment there was a ping from Sherlock's laptop, he turned and sat down in front of it opening up the e-mail. He quickly sent a text.

Lestrade's team have narrowed it down to seven, I've asked them to ring the priests or vicars and let me know if any don't answer. 'Come on get dressed, we need to be ready.'

'Ready, ready for what?'

'The murder scene... the game Molly Hooper, is on.'

I have always wanted to use that line. I'll post again at the weekend and for those following Sherlock Holmes, Vampire there'll be an update in that in the next couple of days.