Most of the script is taken word for word. Feel free to use the transcription. I do not own Sherlock. If I did, I would not be typing up a disclaimer.
Sherlock sat in the library. He had spent many hours here away from home. And his prat of a brother. But now he looked at the recently published shelf.
"How fresh?" he picked up the novel on the end of the shelf. It was by some little known author.
"Just came in." Molly looked at the book. "670. Natural Causes. He used to work here. I knew him. He was nice."
Sherlock looked the book back and forth. "Let's start with the writing crop."
Sherlock scribbled away with the pen. It got more and more frantic until he started ripping pages out of the book. Chapters and chapters of leaves flew and fluttered around him. He made a flurry of ink and paper.
"Bad day at work was it?" The girl approached him with a shy smile.
He then wrote a quick note on the inside of the cover. "Text this to him and tell me what responses he sends within the next 20 minutes. His writing career depends on it." He kept writing on the cover.
"Listen, I was wondering maybe later when you are finished"
Sherlock looked at what he was writing, frowned, and did a double take.
"You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before." His eyebrows drew together in confusion.
"I refreshed it a bit." Sherlock eyed it suspiciously and turned back to his review.
"Sorry, you were saying?"
"Listen, I was wondering…" She looked down, "if you liked to have coffee."
"Black. Two sugars. Thank you. I'll be upstairs."
Sherlock made his way back to the old practice theater and heard a faint "okay" from Molly. She just couldn't get it, could she? He didn't want to have coffee with her. He wasn't interested. But, if he let her down hard she would probably put out some scandal. Not to mention how she wouldn't pass on the reviews. As much as he wanted to be rid of her and her "Sherlock's eyes are pretty" fan club he required a person to be the messenger. He just hoped one would eventually shoot her.