Oh my God, I saw him, I saw him, I saw him. The delectable Benedict Cumberbatch in the flesh (well clothed flesh anyway). Went up to the Hollow Crown filming earlier today and during the morning break he came out, wearing earphones and drinking coffee, I only saw him from the back that time. He was about 25 feet away. I went back a second time when I knew they were having a lunch break and as he walked back in he turned around and smiled and pointed to one of the other cast or crew. He looked gorgeous (of course) all dressed in black, medieval style, short hair, no wig.

I have to admit I'm feeling a bit giddy off the back of it but had to let you guys know and post the next chapter. Thankfully this was already written otherwise it would probably be gibberish.

I own nothing.

Chapter 5

Sherlock had been in hospital for just under a week when Molly got a text from him.

Need your help. SH

She popped up during her next break to find him awake and restless.

'Good your here, what took you so long.'

'Nice to see you too Sherlock,' she said kissing his forehead.

'No time for pleasantries Molly I need you to get me out of here.'

'What..no, you're still way to ill Sherlock, you're not going anywhere.'

He looked her right in the eye, 'either you help me Molly with all your medical expertise or I find another way, probably with no medical help at all.'

Molly sighed, 'I could just tell your brother and get him to put a guard on you.'

He opened his mouth to retort and then shut it again, 'you wouldn't, please Molly this is important. John's life might be at risk.'

It took him almost half an hour to finally persuade her but in the end she caved 'OK, what do you need me to do?'

Molly eventually found herself, at the end of her shift, pushing Sherlock in a wheelchair, along with his drip, down to the exit of the hospital. With her dressed in her white lab coat and her Bart's badge no one stopped them.

She hailed them both a cab and helped him in before folding up the wheelchair and taking them back to her her bag she'd secreted some morphine ampules and a spare saline drip in case he needed them. She knew if she were found out she would be in serious trouble but Sherlock had reminded her that not only had she done worse but that Mycroft would step in if required. It wasn't much consolation, this was all against her better judgement and she was only helping for fear he would do it alone if he had to.

In the end, back at the flat he told her everything, how it had been Mary that had shot him and his concerns for John. He was determined not to keep John in the dark, not again, but he needed John to see the evidence with his own eyes.

'48 hours Molly, that's all I'll need then I'll be back in hospital. I'll be fine, stop worrying.'

She set him up on the settee with her laptop so he could plan out the details then she went to make a cup of tea.

'Be sure when someone asks that you tell them all about me using your flat as a bolt hole. It'll throw them off the scent. You haven't seen me and have no idea where I might have gone.'

Molly put the kettle on then covered her face with her hands, what on earth was she doing?

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

It all worked out OK eventually. Sherlock had ended up being rushed back to hospital but only after the big reveal to John.

John moved out of the house he'd bought with Mary and back into Baker St which meant he was able to look after Sherlock when he finally left hospital a few weeks later.

Molly heard through the grapevine that he should have stayed in another week at least but none of the nursing staff were prepared to enter his room any longer. Three of them had been reduced to tears and one had very nearly resigned. His brother had offered to buy in private nursing staff but in the end Sherlock had persuaded him to provide 'at home' care instead.

Molly had also spoken to John and volunteered to help out when she was able and when he needed to work which was how she had ended up there one Saturday morning.

When she arrived Sherlock was still in his bedroom. John was waiting for her to arrive before leaving, 'hey Molly,' he said kissing her on the cheek. 'Thanks for this. I'm afraid he's in a right mood. Just boredom, you know how he is. If you're able to, please try to persuade him to let you change his dressings, he won't let the nurses near him anymore and he threw a shoe at me this morning when I went in.'

Molly giggled, 'OK leave him to me I'll see what I can do.'

After he'd left she decided to wait until Sherlock called for her. If he were sulking she'd let him stew. It was only a few minutes later though that she heard him call her name.

She felt strangely shy entering his bedroom. She'd never seen inside there before and it seemed very personal all of a sudden.

She went in, looking round briefly. It all seemed perfectly Sherlock, very masculine but eccentric. The periodic table on the wall, some kind of equipment on his dresser, a suit hung up on the front of his wardrobe and Sherlock sat in his bed naked to the waist with paperwork scattered all around him.

'For Gods sake Molly, what took you so long? I've been stuck in that hospital and in this bed for weeks. I'm bored, it's driving me mad. I need you to buy me some cigarettes before I explode.'

'Good to see you too Sherlock and no, I won't buy you cigarettes. I have however brought you some nicotine patches, one at a time will have to do you.'

He huffed in frustration and started looking round the bed.

'If you are looking for something to throw at me, you should know I am not John and I will throw it right back at you.'

At this his lip twitched, 'hmm yes I might have thrown a shoe at John, he was just going on and on about my bandages though, boring, boring, boring.'

Molly sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand lightly on Sherlock's stomach, 'mmm yes I heard there was a problem there,' she started to trail her hand gently across his skin.

Sherlock's muscles had tensed when she had first touched him and his eyes followed her hand as it moved across his body. 'Maybe, you wouldn't mind me having a look.' Her hand slid up from his stomach to his chest where she slid one finger around his dressing.

'Oh I suppose so, if you promise you'll carry on touching me afterwards,' he smiled slyly at her.

'I'm sure we can work something out,' with that she leant forward, careful not to touch his chest at all and kissed him.

It might have been a slow kiss but that didn't make it any less passionate. By the time Molly broke away they were both breathing heavily and Molly was again wishing he wasn't quite so injured.

She made quick work of his bandage before laying down beside him on the bed her fingertips trailing and dancing across his skin whilst he sat propped up by pillows with one arm around her and the other picking up pictures and papers.

He brought her up to speed with the case his voice faltering occasionally if her hand dipped lower.

'I know you want to come out in the open about our relationship Molly but I don't want you anywhere near this man. Nothing has ever turned my stomach quite like Charles Augustus Magnusson and I don't want him to even know about you, let alone how close we are. He already has John and Mary ensnared and you, you are fast becoming my weak point.' With that he turned his head and kissed her.

He tried to lean into the kiss but jerked back sharply with a hiss as the stitches on his chest pulled. 'Shit...that hurt,' he gasped before yelling in frustration, his fist punching the bed.

Molly knelt up beside him, she took his face in her hands forcing him to look at her, 'hey, calm down. This won't last forever, just grin and bear it and you'll be back on your irritating feet in no time.'

She smiled before bending in to kiss him, the kiss lasting until they were both groaning. She slid onto his lap so she was straddling him and she could feel how hard he was for her. She moved against him feeling herself becoming more aroused. She ached to feel him inside her but knew that mentally as well as physically he wasn't ready for that yet.

His hands moved to the front of her shirt undoing the buttons swiftly and he soon had his palms on her breasts. Molly had been so frustrated for so long she knew it wouldn't take much to make her come. She moved against him using his hardened length to give friction to her and before she knew it she was writhing and moaning his name as her orgasm overtook her.

As she came down from her high she suddenly felt mortified. She pulled back from him blushing, moving to do up the buttons of her shirt but he caught her wrists in one of his hands and used the other to lift up her chin until she was looking at him.

'Hey, don't be embarrassed. You were glorious. As soon as I am well I want you to repeat that with me inside you. Now come here and kiss me again, it relieves the boredom quite well.'

Hope you like bored, injured Sherlock and my take on him persuading Molly to help him leave the hospital.

As ever let me know what you think. I shall go and try to calm down now :).