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After the trip to Tesco the pair took the food back to Sherlocks flat. The car ride was spent in silence, it grew so awkward the cabbie turned on the radio. Looking over at Sherlock she realized he was bored, which could

explain the silence. Molly only stayed quiet because she was always shy around Sherlock.

When the cab finally pulled up to the flat Molly grabbed the bags and made her way to the door.

Glancing over at Sherlock she still noticed a bored expression she wondered if he still wanted to take a walk in the park with her. She twisted her hands while waiting for him to unlock the door.

"Uhm Sherlock? Do you-"

"Anything to get out of this apartment is fine with me." He said quickly and monotone as if it was of his deductions.

"Oh okay let's get another cab. I forgot to ask him to stay..." Sherlock nodded. She stood on the end of the street and held her up trying to catch a cab. Surprisingly one came on the first try.

She didn't know Sherlock stood behind her with his hand up. But he didn't say anything. Just lightly smiled at her slightly stunned expression.

When they got to the park they walked in silence. They kept their respectful distance from one another not wanting to make things too awkward for one another. It was a silent mutual agreement which both of them somehow just understood. Even though there was a lack of communication.

After walking for a little while Sherlock stopped at a coffee shop and treated them both to drinks. Of course he knew exactly how she took her coffee. She sipped it and smiled at the favored taste.

At this point only a hushed thank you slipped from her lips. The silence was not awkward as it was in the cab. But Molly yearned for conversation. Sadly her fear of speaking to him first was greater than her desire for conversation, so she kept silent and didn't say anything. They silently to sit on a bench together watching children play while they drank their coffee.

After they finished their coffee Sherlock took her empty cup and made his way to garbage can that was rather far away from the bench. She heard him mutter something about idiotic design before making his way over to the trash can. A smile graced her lips knowing this was was one of his off ways of being polite.

She watched his infamous coat flutter in the wind as he walked. She didn't even notice a man she didn't know sit next to her until he spoke to her. Flirtation practically spilled from his lips.

"Hey sugar." She jumped a little slightly surprised. Looking over she was met with an actually very attractive man. His voice was obviously american. He was slightly older, his eyes crinkled slightly from smiling, it was kind of endearing. Golden brown curls graced his head, they were styled smartly as opposed to Sherlocks unruly look. He was dressed smartly, but different from Sherlock. The man flashed her a dashing smile. She realized that it had been several seconds since he said anything and she blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh! Uhm hello! I'm sorry do I know you?" The man laughed.

"No but I wouldn't mind of you did." She smiled. He was charismatic and she found him rather intriguing.

"I'm Patrick by the way." He said with a smile offering her his hand. She blushed with the gesture.

"Oh uhm Molly... I'm Molly." He smiled at her.

"Haha well Molly I was wondering if you would go out for coffee with me sometime?" She pondered it for a moment. Sherlock was the first thought to pop into her head. Surely she could never get over him. Could she? Maybe she needed to start over and forget him. This man could be her second chance. Even though she didn't know him she didn't care. He seemed nice... Of course she would be careful.

"Yeah okay. Sounds good."

After finally reaching the garbage can, he regretted actually being polite this time, he turned to return to Molly when he stopped in his tracks.

A handsome man was sitting with Molly as she jotted down something on a piece of paper. Judging by her smile and how he was sitting, she was giving him her number. He was too far away to stop anything.

Thankfully the man looked at his watch and smiled sadly saying something along the lines of "Sorry I have to go" judging by his lip

movement. She nodded and gave the man a small handshake. To Sherlocks disgust he gently took her hand and kissed it.

He was having another sensation in his gut. But an unpleasant one, even an idiot would know he was feeling pure jealousy. The burning in his stomach and the clenching of his heart. It was unbearable.

"You don't have feelings get over yourself."

Sadly it didn't work. He tried to take his mind off of things by deducing the man but he walked away before he could come to any conclusions.

When he reached Molly she was gently holding her hand and looking at it with a smile. His heart clenched tighter but he ignored it.

"Come Molly on getting tired." She jumped at his voice. He frowned slightly at the fact she didn't notice him until he spoke. She nodded and began walked out of the park glancing every now an then at her hand.

"You're not gonna tell me the man I was speaking with is gay or a serial killer?" She said jokingly. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I won't hesitate to tell you if any of your potential boyfriends are untrustworthy."

Yes I know it's short but I wanted to give y'all something.

AND YES I HAVE BROUGHT PATRICK JANE FROM THE MENTALIST INTO THIS STORY. Just a little younger :)

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