Author's Note: So this chapter is pretty much the 1st chapter but in Sherlock's point of view. The story progresses a bit towards the end. It um, kind of got away from me as I wrote it so it's a bit…long. Or not, I don't know.

P.S. There are TONS of interjecting thoughts from Sherlock. I imagine his mind must do that a lot. I tried my best, hope it's not too confusing.

I don't own any characters I've written here

Nor do I own the lyrics to R. Kelly's 'Genius'

Sherlock burst into the lab with his usual flair, not looking up from his phone as he shot out rapidly, "Molly-could-you-be-a-dear-and-bring-me-a-sample-of-Clarke-Buckner's-liver?-brilliant-murder-definitely-an-eight-and-I-would-rather-like-to-wrap-this-up-quickly-so-maybe-we-can-go-out-for-dinner…?" his last word pattered out when he realized he was talking to an empty room.

The evidence of a half-eaten sandwich in the bin—she probably didn't like it—led him to believe she had not gone out for lunch. He turned and noted that the door to her office was shut. Molly never closed her office door unless she was talking to someone on the phone so it was more than likely she was in her office right now.

Secretly glad he would have another chance to ask Molly out in a less rushed manner, Sherlock confidently strode up to her office and was about to open the door when he heard a muffled scream from behind the door.

He paused at the handle; at first he thought Molly was in danger, but her voice didn't indicate distress (he would know, he wrote up an analysis on the acoustic patterns of vocal emotion if anyone would bother to check his website). Sherlock could hear another voice in the room—male, low and husky—and he couldn't quite pick out his words for Molly chose that moment to release a derisive snort. Who is she talking to? he wondered, as he pushed his ear against the door.

It's how you make me feel, baby

Sherlock jerked back from the door in surprise as Molly fell into peals of laughter. He was miffed. She's never laughed like that around me. Suddenly he realized that someone, a man that's not him, was making his pathologist (yes, he referred to her with possessive pronouns in his head) laugh. The other voice was too loud to be from a phone call—so an audio clip then. She could just have him on speaker, a voice rebutted in his head. No, Sherlock didn't want to acknowledge that possibility. And that voice! It was agonizingly familiar. In his furtive attempt to draw memories from his Mind Palace to identify it, Sherlock missed some of Molly and the stranger's words. He rushed forward to listen harder, and immediately regretted it.

I can feel your body flowers,

While I'm kissing on your thighs

Molly giggled out seductive moan. Is that even possible? Sherlock didn't know if he should be turned on or be furious by the fact it wasn't direct at him.

You got me like la la la la la baby

La-la-what? Sherlock wrinkled his nose in distaste. Whoever this man is, he certainly is an utter buffoon. He took some comfort in that. But why is Molly fawning over him? Oh, how tempted he was to kick the door in and interrupt everything; but curiosity got the better of him, so he listened.

Anticipation's so crazy,

I'll be good to you, promise

'My God he winked! He's absolutely seducing me right now.'

Sherlock was livid. Someone was seducing his Molly? His arms trembled slightly and had decided to open the door when the next words from that intolerable voice gave him pause.

While make good love to you, promise

He blanched.

Go to sleep and when we wake up

I'mma a hit that thing again, promise

Molly was squealing and cheering now.

'Is it possible to be funny and sexy at the same time?' Molly asked someone.

'Wow,' he heard her sigh. 'That was hilariously hot. I must be blushing like mad right now.' A low growl rumbled out of Sherlock's chest.

'I know! But I would have to say 'kissing your thighs', oh he's so welcome to kiss mine any day.' He could hear a shiver in her voice. Sherlock shut his eyes, face contorted in pain.

By now Sherlock had figured out she was talking to someone (Meena? Mary? He filed the inquiry away to contemplate later) about an audio clip of a man—video, a voice that resembled too much like Mycroft interjected. She did say 'he winked.'

'Ugh if only. But Ben's a more realistic choice don't you think?'

Ben? Is that his name? He knew no male acquaintance of hers by that name.

'Yupp' it was as if Molly was responding.

'Oh will he be there this year?' He could hear her excitement. 'This Saturday right?'

'Yes! Definitely a date.'

Sherlock deflated at her words. She's going on a date? With the video man? Not if he could do anything about it.

'Oh God I forgot! Sherlock texted me earlier saying he was coming down to see a body for Lestrade.'

He straightened up. That was his cue to make scarce. Sherlock rushed over to the microscope and took to stare at his phone. His fingers were still trembling so he resorted to reciting pi backwards from the 175th decimal. Molly walked out of her office when he reached the 38th decimal. He silently prayed to a higher power he didn't believe in to let him look calm before he looked up.

"Ah, Molly. Did you get my text? I need a liver sample from Clarke Buckner. I have a solid theory the victim's liquor had been poisoning him over sometime. Quite ingenious if the murderer used the chemicals I suspect."

He quickly looked down at his phone Shit, my eye twitched. Body's betraying me. Sherlock rapidly sent a text to John.

'Barts morgue. Urgent. –SH'

"Okay," he heard Molly say. Sherlock didn't dare to look up again though. Jealously was eating him alive. He did manage to casually grab the slide from her to examine at it under the microscope—which he actually wasn't.

It was a painful hour. Sherlock couldn't bring himself to breach anything related to Ben without alerting Molly to the fact he had been eavesdropping. She herself didn't seem to be bothered by the silence as she hummed some R&B song—Wait, how do I know that? Oh. John's taken to humming the tunes as Mary has been listening to them on replay at home apparently. Nevermind that, he scolded himself. He needed to do something about this Ben person. Where the devil is John?

John chose that moment to burst in breathlessly."Sorry I took a while Sherlock, was getting the groceries for Mary. So what's urgent?"

Sherlock glared at the blonde man before him. He had a few choice swear words he wanted to expel at John for taking his bloody time to get there. But he knew Molly would catch on that something was wrong. So he just rudely grabbed John's arm and dragged him out of the room. "No time, let's go" was his curt response.

"Wha-" John began.

"Oh hi—bye?" Molly finished uncertainly as the two men disappeared behind the door.

Sherlock managed to drag John halfway down the hallway before he resisted.

"Sherlock stop. What's going on?"

He swiveled to look back at him. "Has Molly ever mentioned a man by the name Ben to you before?"

John stared at Sherlock as if he had grown an extra head. Where the hell is this coming from?

"Stop gawking and answer me! Ben! Does that ring a bell anywhere?"

"No, it doesn't" John replied tersely as he adjusted his sleeve Sherlock had been ruffling earlier. "But what's that got to do with coming here?"

"I need you to get me a register of all the male employees at Barts."

"Why?"

"Because I need to find this Ben person that's trying to make a move on my pathologist" Sherlock practically hissed.

John snapped his head up so fast he almost pulled a muscle. "Sorry, your pathologist?"

Apparently Sherlock hadn't caught on what he just revealed for he turned away to march deliberately towards John's office. John struggled to keep up behind him.

When they got to his office, Sherlock didn't even bother with John as he promptly sat behind his computer to access the hospital's records.

John stared down at Sherlock. He dragged me here to help him keep some bloke away from Molly? John shook his head in disbelief. Insufferable git.

Suddenly John's eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Hang on, he said 'my pathologist' earlier right? Does that mean he likes Molly Hooper? A delighted grin spread across his face as he slowly backed out of the office, pulling out his phone.

Oh, Mary's gonna love this!