Back! I think more Sherlolly is needed and less ... Johnlolly? But I can't help it, John is so adorable! So I'm going to give him a little plot to go alongside, but this chapter I have wanted to do for a few days, just because I think it will be fun and cute to write!

Molly graciously accepted Mrs. Hudsons offer of 221C, Sherlock and John offered to help her move her belongings from her flat and transfer them to her new home. On the day of the move, John firstly had to persuade Sherlock that moving heavy boxes does not require a suit, and to get him to change into some jeans and a T shirt. Secondly, he had to make Sherlock realise he was in love with Molly. Today wasn't going to be difficult at all.

After a tedious argument, Sherlock settled for wearing his 'good jeans' and a fitted, plain tee. John really was trying to think from Molly's point of view and whether she could fall in love with someone who looks like this, he decided that girls wouldn't like someone who wears a shirt that covered in blood and chemicals, so only the white was left. John sighed as Sherlock complained about his appearance and the two headed to Molly's.

Upon arrival, the detectives senses were going crazy.

Alcoholic, drunk, neglecting parents, drugs, prostitutes.

Sherlock turned to the door opposite Molly's.

'That's his apartment isn't it John.' Not a question, but a statement. John nodded in confirmation, worried that his friend was going to tear the door down, but Sherlock kept his calm and turned back to knock on Molly's door. Molly had spent the night before sorting some of her stuff into boxes, and it was surprising how much stud could fit into the tiny apartment. When the door opened, Sherlock noticed the number of boxes piled high on the once clean living room, John's eyes however, trailed past the mass of boxes and straight towards a woman packing up some DVD's into a box.

'John, Sherlock, this is my friend from uni, Mary Morstan, Mary, this is the great Sherlock Holmes and his flatmate slash side kick John.' Molly introduced them. Sherlock shook her hand, as did John.

'Nice to meet you both, Mr. Holmes I am a fan of your work and Dr. Watson, you're writing is beyond compare, I am simply attached to your blog.' She said with a smile.

'Please call me John and thank you very much, that means a lot.' The blogger said with a blush.

'Well, anyone want to help me with Molly's stash of books? I swear this woman needs to go on Hoarders.' Mary asked. John immediately volunteered, leaving a smug Sherlock and Molly sharing a knowing look. John never was any good at hiding his feelings.

'Do you want to come and help me pack the rest of my clothes up?' Molly asked. Sherlock responded with a nod and the two dodged the boxes in order to get to Molly's bedroom, where clothes were stacked in four piles of her bed.

'Okay, work and smart clothes go in this box.' She said looking at the boxes surrounding her and picking up the correctly labelled one. 'Then casual and pyjamas go in this box, just plonk them in, we can sort them out in Baker Street.' she said throwing one at Sherlock. The detective huffed slightly as Molly went to put the kettle on. He started re-folding her pyjamas his way and placing them into the box. As he got nearer the bottom of the pile, he started to find skimpier and skimpier 'pyjamas'. He never thought Molly would wear anything like the flimsy, lacy garments he found. He blushed slightly and threw the rest in.

Molly owns non-cat related clothes? Sherlock's inner child said. But then man Sherlock butted in with that's so hot.

The detective shook off his thoughts and proceeded in stacking the piles of clothes on into the boxes as Molly brought him a cup of coffee.

'Err, Sherlock?' she asked placing the cup of coffee on the window ledge.

'Yes Molly.'

'John just told me he gave my note to you.' She said looking down and blushing, Sherlock mirroring her actions for a moment, before clearing his throat in an awkward fashion.

'He did, I must say, I found it very sweet.' Sherlock said awkwardly.

'Ok.' Molly mumbled, embarrassed. She turned to walk away but Sherlock's voice stopped her.

'I do understand.' Molly turned to face him. 'I understand love, and not just the chemistry of it. Molly you are so wonderful to me, so patient and understanding, you are amazing. The sad thing is that I never actually realised it until you were in danger. When you entered the pool that night, I made a promise to myself to get you out, even if I didn't.' Sherlock was mumbling shyly as Molly stood opposite him, mouth agape.

'You mean...you like me?' Molly asked. Sherlock laughed.

'For someone with a PhD, you sure have a way with words, but yes Molly, I do 'like' you. Therefore I am hereby asking you if you would like to have coffee.' Sherlock smiled his winning smile, quoting Molly from over a year ago.

'Milk, no sugar.' She teased nudging him. 'Yes, I would love to.' She said with a smile.

The moment was interrupted with the sound of sniggering in the living room.

'Oh no.' Molly's face dropped and she ran out of the living room to where Mary and John were packing up her books. When she appeared, Mary burst into fits of hysterical laughter, as John reddened and chuckled under his breath.

'You are so caught!.' Mary howled.

'Stop it! Put it down!' Molly cried as her face turned beetroot red.

'What if I don't? Will you set Mr. Grey on me?' she chortled. Sherlock strolled into the room, a look of confusion upon his face.

'What's going on?' he enquired.

'Molly has been reading 50 shades of grey.' John whispered, even though everyone can hear, causing everyone to chuckle, even if Molly chuckled out of awkwardness.

'What's that? Why is it funny?' Sherlock asked looking confused.

'NOTHING!' Molly almost shouted. 'Sherlock, can you and John take these down to the car please?' she asked pointing at a pile of boxes. The two men grabbed two boxed each and began making their way down the stairs.

'So...what did Molly have to say?' John asked hesitantly.

'Well, she told me you told her about the note, then I invited her out for coffee, like in a bistro, not around bodies.' John smiled, his friend was slowly discovering feelings. 'What about you?' Sherlock asked.

'Me?'

'Yes, you and Mary, you are obviously physically attracted to her, what is she like? Will I remember this one?' Sherlock asked. John sighed at his room mates frankness but decided to answer truthfully.

'If I had to choose between saving you or a date with Mary, I would choose her every time. So if you screw this one up for me, you will find yourself committing fake suicide with Mycroft on the phone, not me.'

'Please John, you are mistaken, I would rather die talking to nobody instead of Mycroft. Well I also know that's not true because you LOVE me!' Sherlock said in a sing song voice. John was slightly worried that all these feelings had driven him insane, but he liked to think that he was high on happiness, which made him smile once again.

'Sherlock you do know that Molly isn't an experiment right?' John enquired quickly.

'Of course I know that!' Sherlock turned suddenly, looking offended at the accusation. John nodded at his response. 'John, what is that book you were laughing about?' Sherlock asked innocently causing John to smirk.

'Oh, it's a great read! You should get it.' John enthused whilst trying to suppress his laughter.

'I might, but don't expect me to enjoy it, the title is all wrong, there are in fact and infinite number of grey shades.' The detective stated.

John just smiled once more. Mission complete.

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