Okay so hear me out, I love Sherlock as a series. However I'm not a huge a fan of Benedict Cumberbatch, But that doesn't stop me from writing fanfictions about charters he has played. I haven't put one up in a very long time and so have decided to come back and give it another go round now that I have more time.

So here it goes. A quick one shot rated M like my others.

Enjoy

xx

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It was funny really. Until those words had been forced out of him he had never really realised how true they were. Yes he had felt jealousy towards any man she was ever involved with and he would admit that he had on occasion scared off a few that he had thought might just take her away from him, but never did he imagine that he's be pacing the living room of 221B trying to decide on the best way to go about bringing the subject up with her.

Ever since he had sent John to explain everything to her there had been nothing. If he entered the morgue she would be no where to be seen even though it was her shift. He had asked Mike if the routes had been changed. But being told they hadn't was not only surprising it was more than a little annoying too to say the least. He once waited a whole hour for her in her office, but again she never turned up. It was as if she knew he was there.

In the end he gave up and headed for her new address. The brilliant woman had managed to worm out a semi-detached town house out of his brother for her troubles over the years. Mycroft had been far from angry. In-fact he had been rather impressed at how boldly she had put forward her request. There had been no asking, it had been nothing short of a command.

When he had reached her new home he was met with a buzzer at the door that seemed to have a camera on it. He sighed and instead of pressing it and asking for entry he simply pressed it long enough to get her attention. When she answered and he heard his name in a all too polite way he simply turned away and left. It was clear that it was still too soon for them to even be on friendly terms.

Now staring out of the window onto the street below he felt more lost than he had ever been. Rosie's whimpering from John's arms on the sofa filtered into his mind and he turned towards the sound.

"Sorry." His friend said, knowing the girl had interrupted Sherlock's thoughts.

"No. She's a welcome distraction." He sighed and perched himself on his desk. "How was the appointment with the doctor?"

"It was last week, but yeah she did well. Not a sound. Unlike most infants when they go for their jabs." John smiled proudly but looked to the child as if he wanted to say more.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"John."

"Honestly, its nothing Sherlock."

"When we are talking about my god daughter it is never nothing. Now spit it out." He said, his eyes locking onto his friends face until he looked up.

John however stayed silent for a little while before admitting that he had taken Rosie to her mother's grave afterwards to tell her all about it. Sherlock had not understood why the man felt he needed to hide this fact. That was until John admitted to bumping into Molly there.

"Oh. How was she?" Sherlock asked doing his best to seem unaffected by the news.

"She had been visiting Mary too. She sometimes goes when she feels like she needs to vent to someone who will listen and not judge." John smirked as he told Holmes about how she had stumbled over her words for a good three minutes trying to apologise. "I couldn't help myself and told her I did the exact same thing. It was nice to see her actually. apparently she had been taking some time off this past week and is now paying the price, by having to work the night shifts for the next two weeks to make up for her time off."

"Ah, bet she hates that. I would."

"Yeah, I feel a little sorry for her to be honest. The girl woman works so hard and this is what she gets for taking a weeks leave. I'm a little pissed off with Mike really."

Sherlock hummed, his mind was going a million miles an hour as he thought through the possibilities of how he could 'bump into her' on her night shift. He had been offered cases by several people after all. He could use one of those as an excuse. Or was that too obvious? "Maybe we should pop in on her?"

"What?" John was a little shocked by his friends sudden question.

"Well she will no likely be bored as hell down there on her own. You two can 'vent' for a bit and I can get a little work done in the background."

"She doesn't start till ten and that is way passed Rosie's bedtime."

"Hmmm, fair point." Sherlock was a little disappointed that his friend hadn't gone for it but it had been a long shot anyway.

"You know you can go there without me right?"

"I've been going there without you for years John." He rolled his eyes taking some of the sting out of his words. or at least hoping to. It wasn't John's fault that he still hadn't managed to find a way to speak with Molly yet.

"Yes, but lately you seem to barely leave this place."

Sherlock ignored him and walked towards the window again. "You sound like Gerry."

"Gerry?"

"Lestrade."

"Greg."

"Whatever."

"Well he's right." John stood. "Look i'm taking Rosie home, but if you fancy going for a drink or maybe there is a small case you want me to join you on give me a call. I have Mrs Hudson on speed dial you know."

Sherlock half turned and gave a small smile and nodded. He watched his friend leave and then went straight for his coat. He hadn't thought of talking to Mary. of cause she couldn't answer, and usually tell people who do that kind of thing that they were wasting their time but with both John and Molly doing it maybe just maybe he'd find some answers there. after all he had found none in his mind palace as of yet.

When he arrived he was a little surprised to see he was not the only one visiting that evening and he hated to admit that he was a little nervous at someone seeing him there. He hadn't brought flowers so it was clear what he was going to be doing. He turned away not wanting to be seen by the other person but it was too late they called his name and he could do nothing but face them.

"Molly."

"I...I didn't know you come to see her."

"First time." He said quietly. "Thought it might help."

"Oh?"

"Well she always did seem to know what to do. So I thought maybe talking to her might help boost the brain a little."

Molly gave a small smile. "I'll leave you two be then."

"No." He said a little too quickly. "You might be able to help as well. If you'd like too at least."

'Jesus you sound like a smitten teen.'

Sherlock's flicked his eyes towards the voice and saw Mary stood leaning with her arms folded over her gravestone. 'Can you blame me.'

'Yes. Grow some balls.'

"Well it depends on what its over. I'm not very good at the deduction thing." Molly answered.

"It doesn't involved that. Not really."

"Okay then what?"

'Yeah. Sherlock what?' Mary asked with a smirk.

'Not helping.' He growled in his head at her. "How would someone go about trying to get a friend to talk to them again after something came between them that split them up?"

"Have you and John fallen out again?"

Sherlock looked down wanting to say it had nothing to do with John, but before he could open his mouth. Molly had placed a hand on his arm. A shiver ran through him and slowly he looked up at her.

"Is that why you came to find me?"

He didn't trust his own voice and so only shuck his head slowly.

"If its not about John then who have you gone too far with this time?"

Her hand was starting to slip away from him. Clearly she only cared if to was to do with him and John. Likely as he had the deeper history with the army doctor than any of the other in their odd little group. He couldn't bare the idea of her thinking that she didn't matter enough and so he placed his hand over her's and held it against his arm and slowly as she stood silent he moved it slowly to sit over his heart, which was beating its way out of him. The look on her face broke him she looked so sad. He was doing his best but it wasn't what she wanted and he was only making it worse.

"I'm sorry. I just want things to change. I thought she'd help. If you will forgive me and accept us becoming friends again I can deal with that. I would rather you slap me and call me a prick for being a coward though. I shouldn't have sent John. It should have been me that came to you that day. I should have told you everything that happened in that room. I should have explained why it was so horrible to hear those words slip from my lips so easily."

She tried to pull away at that.

"No, Just let me explain. I am shit at this kind of thing Molly. I'm a jealous man. I'm got rid of men who would have been good of you because I wanted you, but i was too much of a coward to tell you. Not because I didn't think we could work, but because I knew I'd fuck it up." He sighed and then let out what he'd been holding back that day. "When I heard you say I love you Sherlock, I heard how sad you were i wanted to tell you everything. All of it. Every moment I had almost kissed you. How badly I had wanted to dance with you at their wedding." He looked over to Mary at her grave.

Molly sighed and cut in before he could continue to rabble on. "You're an idiot Sherlock. Why couldn't I fall for a normal person? Someone who could just be boring." She pulled her hand away from his chest and took a step back before slapping him hard. Not once, but three times just like in the lab the day he had found to be doing drugs again.

'Shit bet that hurt.'

"I need to be at Bart's for ten. Meaning I'll have around four hours sleep if I leave now. I don't want to have to make the trip to the staff room from the morgue during the middle of the night. Most of the lights will be off and finding the switches is a pain. So I'm going to give you a chance to make up the last few weeks Sherlock. Bring me something desent to eat around half one and I might consider letting you keep me company for the rest of the shift and if you bring something really really tasty I might even let you take me out for coffee at the end of the month."

Too shocked he simply nodded and watched her leave. 'Well growing balls came quick now all you have to do is cook something nice for her.'

'Cook? Mary I don't know how.'

'Then you better learn you idiot because she'll know if someone else has done it and takeaway is a cop out.' Mary said coming around to stand in front of him. 'You know she's been venting over what an idiot she feels for not coming to find you after John told her about the coffin thing.'

'Coffin thing? He told her about that?'

'Everything.'

'That bastard he told be he gave only the basics.'

'You believed him?' She laughed. 'Honestly Holmes i'd starting to wonder if Mycroft was right about him being the smarter one.'

'Oh shut up.' Sherlock smiled. 'Guess I should go do some shopping.'

'Yes you should and Sherlock, come back won't you. I've missed you.'

'I will.'