So, huge shout out to the wonderful people who are reading this story. I wasn't sure how this was going to be received, but you've all been so kind about it, and seem excited for more. So...without further ado, I give you Chapter 3!

((oh yea, I still don't own any of it. Sadly.))

ENJOY!

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She met him through work. The lab's computer system needed an upgrade, so molly had been forced to call the techs on the administrative floor. Fifteen minutes later, the room filled with the second sweetest aroma she had ever inhaled. He wasn't as mouthwatering as Sherlock, but he held a similar, slightly muskier scent, as if he held a darker quality. She turned to identify the source, coming face to face with a sweet, nervous looking smile.

"Hi, Dan said you needed some hardware updated. I'm here to help." He said, his voice lilting in an Irish sort of bounce. Molly smiled in return.

"Yes, thank you. Um, computer's just over there. I've got some paperwork I need to do, so I'll just leave you to it." Molly turned after she pointed him in the direction of the machine. Her mind suddenly jolted to alertness as she smelled him again. 'He'd be a perfect distraction.' She turned again.

"I'm Molly, by the way...if you need anything." She smiled at the young man. He looked up at her from his position by the computer and smiled back.

"Molly, that's a lovely name. I'm Jim." He extended a hand for her to shake. She let out a nervous and excited giggle before returning the gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Jim."

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She had finished the toxicology report for a recently deceased bum (one whom had tasted awful), and was a bit bored. She gazed over to the computer desk to see him tucked under the desk, disassembling the computer tower. Molly bit her lip as she secretly admired his back side. Something sparked in her, and she suddenly felt very flirtatious. Molly walked over and seated herself on the stool next to him. She watched as he worked, his breathing coming in short, stressed bursts due to the odd angle he sat at.

"So, is my computer going to live?" Molly asked after a few minutes. Jim jolted upward in a start, his head loudly banging against the underside of the metal work station. Molly gasped and jumped off the stool to help him stand. He held his head as he did, and groaned out a bit painfully.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. Here, let me get you some ice." She ran over to one of the metal freezer cabinets and pulled out an ice pack. When she returned, she fussed over him, moving his hand out of the way. As she held the pack to his head, Molly tried not to inhale his scent. She looked up to find him staring at her, a goofy grin on his face. Molly joined him, and soon the two were laughing.

"I really am sorry." Molly nodded her head emphatically. Jim shook his head slightly.

"No, it's really okay. I'm terribly clumsy." He said with a smile. The silence overtook, and Molly found herself in a very awkward staring contest with Jim. She slowly lowered her arm away from his head, the ice pack still pressed in her hand.

"How's your head?" She shyly asked. Jim's grin only grew, a hint of mischief lining his lips.

"It's better. Though, I think I'm a bit lightheaded." He said, his eyes screwing shut a bit. Molly gave him a concerned look.

"Maybe we should get you something to eat." She suggested earnestly. Suddenly, Jim's demeanor changed. He gave her a wink and his expression returned to normal.

"Sounds good. What do ya' say, 7:00 tomorrow night?" he suavely asked, causing the pathologist to blush. She grinned at him, and nodded her head.

"Okay, but I'm free now too, if you want to do lunch." She said with a bit of flirtation. It seemed to work as Jim held his arm out for her to latch onto.

"To lunch it is, then." He smiled. Molly giggled and smiled as they walked to the cafeteria. 'Yes, a very good distraction, I think.' Molly said to herself.

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They spent the hour discussing their jobs. Jim used the tech-deficient terms for Molly to understand. She laughed as he tried explaining the difference between a firewall and an anti-virus program.

She, of course, talked mostly about working with Sherlock. After all, being a pathologist didn't allow much in the way of company, so he was the most interesting part of her days. Jim seemed especially keen on hearing about the detective, stating he loved reading about and hearing about the interesting cases. Molly willingly told him about the enigmatic man and his many interesting cases and traits. When their lunch hour was up, Jim had walked Molly back to her lab. He gathered his things and smiled at her from the doorway.

"I had a lovely time at lunch. Call me a romantic, but I think this is definitely going somewhere." Jim's grin only grew at seeing her blush. Molly smiled back at him, forcing her fangs to remain unseen.

"I'll see you later then, yes?" she asked. Jim nodded.

"Okay, thanks again for lunch...an...and for fixing my computer." Molly stuttered frantically over her words in an attempt to prolong their conversation.

"My pleasure, Miss Molly." Jim bowed in an overly-gallant way, making her giggle like a schoolgirl. He waved a final goodbye to her and soon left. Molly spent the remainder of her day feeling happy and just a bit hungry. 'Perhaps I'll go find something on the way home.' She thought to herself.

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Dun dun duunnnnn. Well, what did you think? Good? Bad? Ugly? Should I continue? (well, I would even if you didn't want me to, I hate irresolution.) Leave me a note, okay? Tell me what you think. :D Thanks all my dears, I love you all!