John wasn't sure how long it would take Sherlock to realize he had left so he wasted no time running to the nearest reception area to hastily call his wife.
"Mary!" He shouted enthusiastically.

'I missed you too, but not so loud love.'

"Oh, sorry." John peaked around the corner to make sure Sherlock was still in the office.

"You won't believe what's just happened." John could barely contain his delight. "Sherlock's worked himself up trying to hunt down some Ben character. He thinks the poor bastard's after his pathologist. And before you ask, yes he actually said his pathologist!"

'Wait did, you say Ben?'

"Uh, yeah" he said slowly.

John thought she would be more excited about Sherlock's declaration. "Why, do you know him?"

Before he could hear her response John heard feet walking up the hallway. "Shit, he's coming. I'll tell you later."

"Joh—"

John hastily put his phone back in his jacket and looked up to find Sherlock eyeing him suspiciously. "Gossiping about me already?"

"Yes well…you have to admit the whole 'my pathologist' thing would be something to talk about." Sherlock just rolled his eyes.

"So," he began cheerfully, "you fancy Molly huh."

"Yes, what of it." he asked defensively.

John raised his eyebrows at his offhanded admittance. "Well, I never saw any indication of that before."

Sherlock sighed. "That's because as usual, you see but do not observe."

John rolled his eyes. Why do I bother? "Did you find him?"

"No, I didn't," Sherlock said through gritted teeth. "No Benjamin, Bunsen, Bentley, Benedict—in case it was a nickname. There was a Bengt though, too old—and ridiculous name if I may add."

"Says the man named Sherlock," John mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. So how do you know about Ben?"

Eavesdropped on her phone call of course. Sherlock groaned at the memory. That idiot Ben had ruined everything.

It wasn't that he was just jealous. Sherlock had been planning to ask Molly out for quite some time now. It took weeks for him to succumb to the sentimental truth that wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with her.

To ensure she wasn't seeing anyone, Sherlock had been making a point to visit Bart's almost daily, loitering until the end of her shift to intimidate any besotted colleague that offered to walk her home. It was remarkable how she hasn't caught on yet. He'd even gone as far as breaking into a flat to make sure there were no signs of an unwanted male companion.

If Ben isn't from work then where did she have the chance to meet him?

Did I miss something? There was always something he missed.

And that infuriating video! The only remarkable thing about the voice was that its physical attributes were disturbingly similar to his. I need a face to work with.

"Sherlock."

I tried to hack into Molly's email to access the video earlier but I couldn't get in. Sherlock now regretted teaching her how to encrypt her accounts.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock blinked at John.

"I said how do you know about Ben? Did Molly tell you?"

"No, I heard her talking over the phone John, do keep up."

"Sherlock, I don't read bloody minds!"

It took a few seconds for that to sink in.

"Oh." He hadn't realized he wasn't talking out loud.

"I heard her talking to someone over the phone in her office,—most likely female, a close friend—if she felt comfortable enough to gush over some unbearably cheesy video of a Ben seducing her" he spat out. "Do people even do that?"

"Um no, not usually," John said thoughtfully. "What did you hear him say?"

Without missing a beat Sherlock repeated Ben's words in a deadpan voice.

" 'Body so freaking hot, I can't wait to turn you on' "

John snorted so hard that Sherlock stopped to stare at him.

"Oh, you're not joking. Wow, sorry go on."

Cheeks coloring, he resumed his recitation. John did his best not to laugh, really he did; it helped that the words rang a bell somewhere so he tried to focus on why.

" 'I'mma hit that thing again' " Sherlock finished, not without wincing.

Definitely familiar. "Sherlock those are lyrics to a song. As in R&B-slow-love-making-song. I think Mary was playing that earlier today."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Oh wonderful, so Ben's a perverted romantic." God when I find him, he thought darkly.

John asked. "Are you sure you're not just jumping to conclusions? Why can't you just ask her you know, like a normal person?"

"Because I would have to admit that I was eavesdropping on her." And what if she prefers Ben? An insecure voice echoed in his head. "I believe that may hurt the chances of her agreeing to have dinner with me."

"Dinner." John grinned. "Like a date?"

"Of course a date must I—oh"

John looked up at him. "What?"

"MARY!"

Sherlock dashed to the nearest exit, a confused John in pursuit.

"Wait, what?"

"The friend! She was the one on the phone! She's the one setting Molly and Ben up." Sherlock quickly dialed Mary's phone, cursing when it went straight to voicemail. He was already sitting in a cab when John managed to get outside Barts.

"Hurry up John!" he hollered back to the man.

Mary hung up the phone before she fell into peals of uncontrollable laughter.

In his haste to put his phone away, John had forgotten to end the call. And in a moment of brilliance, Mary hit record and listened in on everything: the confession, the jealously, the recitation (that roused a fresh round of giggles), and the upcoming confrontation.

Now, she tapped on the phone thoughtfully, what to do about this development.

Author's Note: Mary's bored and she won't let me end this yet *sigh*

P.S: The name 'Bengt' [pronounced BENKT] is Swedish for Benedict. I've got Sherlock unknowingly hating on Ben's name haha