AN: Yeah so this was supposed to be a two shot, but I decided to add more drama, so now it's a three or four shot. Anyways, I was stunned and wowed by how well this story was recieved. It was just written to be a bit of fun and I had no idea if anyone would be interested and you guys just, WOW! Thanks so much for all the feedback and follows. I do love to write, but you guys take it to a whole other level of love for me! Thanks so much! MUCH HUGS AND APPRECIATIVE KISSES THROWN!

Chapter 2

Sherlock stood staring outside of the lab door. He had been standing there for nearly half an hour and yet to move. A voice cleared behind him and he slowly turned to regard whoever it was.

"Um…hullo Sherlock. Is there something that I can help you with?" Mike Stamford asked.

"No. Why should there be anything that you could help me with?" Sherlock asked.

"Well it's just I've had a few complaints about you standing in front of the lab door staring at it. Unfortunately you're blocking the way inside and several people have approached you and asked if you would shift a bit so that they could get in, but you never answered them…just kept staring. I just want to make sure that you're alright." Mike said smiling cheerfully as he was used to Sherlock's eccentric behavior.

"Everything is fine Mike. I'm just thinking."

"In the hallway in front of the lab?" Mike asked with a puzzled expression. "Why don't you go inside and think?"

"Because Molly is inside." Sherlock answered.

"Oh, I see." Mike said frowning. "Two of you have a row?"

Sherlock sighed. "No of course not."

Mike's expression became more confused. "Then why don't you go inside?"

Sherlock sighed dramatically and huffed. "I've already told you! Because Molly is inside and I don't know what I want to say to her yet."

Mike's expression brightened. "Ah…something awkward is it?"

"A bit." Sherlock answered honestly. "I want to invite her to my…well I guess it is ours, since John does technically live there, but that's irrelevant. I want to invite Molly to a Christmas party…our Christmas party at Baker Street."

"Oh yes. I already gave John my RSVP." Mike frowned. "But I thought Molly had told John no."

"She did tell John no, you little twit!" Sherlock snapped. "I find that answer unacceptable. I'm here to change her mind."

"Well you can't do so from in the hallway Sherlock." Mike said pleasantly not at all ruffled by Sherlock's insult.

"I know that!" Sherlock snapped again. "I'm just trying to think of what I want to say."

"Well it had better be good especially after last year's party. She told me all about that fiasco the day after. A bit cruel you were, don't you think?" Mike asked slightly frowning at Sherlock . "You really hurt her you know and I thought she looked lovely."

"She was lovely!" Sherlock shouted exasperated. "And I didn't say she wasn't! I simply commented on her choice of dress and hair accessories which were dreadful! How many people know about this? And how the bloody hell do you know what she looked like. You didn't come to the party last year."

"She got dressed for it here. She had to stay late to work then had to stop for some last minute gift shopping." Mike answered smiling again. "I thought the bow was nice." He shrugged. "Takes all kinds I suppose."

Sherlock sighed and his shoulders deflated a bit. "Was she terribly hurt?"

Mike nodded. "Oh yes. She was very hurt and she cried a bit off and on for a few days afterwards. Of course you being able to identify that deceased naked woman by her nakedness didn't help either. That was just another blow Molly had to suffer through." Mike's expression became serious as he looked up at Sherlock. "She deserves so much more than you, but you know that don't you? That's why you're standing outside the lab in the hallway looking like a proper idiot desperately trying to think up something to say to her."

Sherlock's gaze narrowed. "You're very observant."

Mike smiled. "Thank you Sherlock! I consider that a great compliment coming from you, even if it was tinged with sarcasm."

"I don't know what to do or say to make it better." Sherlock said softly.

Mike looked at him with an expression of pity. "Sherlock, do you have feelings for Molly?"

Sherlock looked at him and nodded. His mop of curls flopped down over his forehead and almost covered his eyes. Mike bit back a smile thinking how much Sherlock resembled a lost little boy at this moment.

"Perhaps you could pretend that she is someone else. You know, think of another time that you liked a girl and say whatever it was that you said to her to Molly." Mike offered helpfully.

Sherlock colored slightly and his eyes darted nervously under his mop of curls. "I've never really liked a girl before."

"Oh I see." Mike said tilting his head to think. His eyes lit up as a thought came to him and he stared at Sherlock with a look of shock. "Wait! You mean you've never…I mean you haven't…"

Sherlock interrupted him. "Why does everyone always assume that I am a virgin? Just because I don't engage in sentiment and frivolous carnal relationships as John does! I AM NOT A BLODDY VIRGIN!" Sherlock yelled loudly glaring down at Mike. He turned his head and noticed two nurses and a physician staring at him with amused expressions. Sherlock's face turned bright pink. The flush swept up to the tips of his ears and back down his neck. After several seconds of hard stares from Sherlock, the small group moved on. He turned back to stare at Mike who had also colored. The shorter man cleared his throat.

"Actually Sherlock, I was going to say that you have never had a date?"

Sherlock stood straighter and cleared his own throat. "Oh…yes…well…no, I've never really dated. It's not exactly a strong point for me."

Mike smiled even though his face was still red. "Would you like to come to my office until you think of what you would like to say to Molly?"

Sherlock glanced over Mike's head when he heard snickers and giggles come from down the hallway and saw the two nurses that had just passed him pointing and giggling in the company of three more nurses.

"Yes, I think that would be for the best." Sherlock said calmly and with as much dignity as he could muster. He followed behind Mike silently down the hallway passed the small group of giggling nurses with his head held high and a determined expression on his face, though the tips of his ears could still be seen burning a bright pink.

Molly shrugged her coat on before turning off the lights to the morgue. She had worked an extra two hours. Luckily her dinner date was an accommodating man. He was a business man himself, a banker at one of the largest banks in London, which made him very understanding when Molly had to cancel at the last minute or would be late.

It took Molly ten minutes by taxi to get to the restaurant that she was meeting him at. She was very excited and nervous as she had never been to this restaurant before and never imagined that she ever would. It wasn't exactly in her budget to frequent a place such as this, but since she had started dating Sebastian Wilkes, he had been introducing her to many things that she had never thought she would experience.

When the taxi pulled up and let her out in front of the restaurant, Sebastian was waiting for her. He approached her quickly and kissed her in greeting. "Molly, you love lovely."

Molly smiled shyly and giggled. "I'm sure I don't look lovely Sebastian, but thank you. I'm a bit frazzled. Today was a long day and apparently there was some sort of ruckus in the hallway outside the lab. It's funny I never noticed a thing, but then again, I was neck deep in paper work."

"What sort of ruckus?" He asked leading her into the restaurant and taking her coat for her.

"The only kind of ruckus that he could stir." Molly said shaking her head with the look of a patient parent on her face.

Sebastian spoke to the hostess and they were led to a very cozy table in the back of the restaurant. He smiled his thanks to the hostess and pulled Molly's chair out for her. She sat down and looked away shyly when he winked at her. He took his seat across from her.

"You were telling me about work." He said motioning for a waiter to come.

"Oh yes…he caused quite a stir. Apparently he was blocking the entrance to the lab and people actually were complaining to Mike about it. But then again, when he goes into his mind palace, he may or may not ever know that you were speaking to him."

Sebastian laughed. "Sounds like a bloke I went to uni with. God…he was so strange. He could come down the stairs into the breakfast hall and tell you what you were going to do for the rest of the day. Most of us hated him; he was SO bloody obnoxious and awkward. And the ego…" He stopped when he noticed Molly looking at him with an odd expression. "What is it Molly?"

"Sherlock Holmes." She said.

Sebastian blinked. "Yea, what about him?"

"You are speaking about Sherlock Holmes." She said.

He nodded. "Yes, but how did you…oh wait…no way…it was Sherlock in the hall today in front of the lab?"

She nodded and laughed softly. "So you went to Uni with Sherlock? Did you know him well?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yea, we had a few classes together when he actually showed up to class. Fancied himself more knowledgeable than some of the professors and in some cases, he was."

The conversation was interrupted by the waiter approaching. Sebastian ordered a very expensive wine which the waiter excitedly left to go get and returned with quickly. He poured both Molly and Sebastian a glass before the leaving the rest of the bottle in ice on the table.

Molly sipped the wine and it warmed her cheeks. "This is wonderful Sebastian." She sat the glass down. "Tell me more about Sherlock. How was he at school?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Just as odd then as he is now. But enough about Sherlock bloody Holmes. This evening about us Molly…taking us to the next level. I was hoping that you would come away with me for the weekend."

"Why are we doing this?" Sherlock asked John.

"Because Mycroft is your brother and he asked us to accompany him to dinner. I think it's nice and by God, you are going to be nice Sherlock." John snapped quietly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and watched Mycroft finishing giving instructions to the driver before he closed the door and the huge black Mercedes pulled off.

"Well this is a splendid night isn't it?" Mycroft asked as he approached John and Sherlock. "Shall we gentlemen?"

Mycroft led the way into the restaurant followed by John and a grudging Sherlock. Within moments the three of them were led to their table. The table was in the middle of the room and strategically placed to see all points of the restaurant depending on which chair one was seated in.

"Shall we order some wine?" Mycroft asked pleasantly looking down at the wine menu. Sherlock rolled his eyes again and opened his mouth to speak when he abruptly snapped it closed. John turned to look at him and noticed the hostile expression on Sherlock's face as his eyes narrowed.

"Sherlock what is it?" John asked.

Mycroft looked up and regarded his brother. He followed the direction that Sherlock was staring. Mycroft turned back to look at John. "Oh dear."

"What?" John asked looking back and forth between Mycroft and Sherlock.

"Excuse me." Sherlock bit out as he stood and shoved his chair into the table so hard it knocked the water glasses over.

"Sherlock this really is not the place for one of your drama induced scenes." Mycroft called after him.

"What's the matter?" John asked.

"It appears my brother's little pathologist has dared to appear in public with a man that is not my brother." Mycroft answered. "Ah well, no reason why we can't enjoy some wine and good food, eh John?"

"Wait!" John began. "What? Molly is here with a man?"

Mycroft gestured towards the table that Sherlock was now standing over. "Yes and she's with a man that Sherlock attended university with. If I'm not mistaken, Sherlock absolutely loathed him. Thought he was an insufferable fool."

John peered closer and his eyes brightened with recognition. "Hey, that's the bloke from the bank! Sebastian Wilkes. We met him during that Black Lotus craziness." John said shuddering at the memory of how close he and Sara had come to death. He started to stand when he heard a loud crash followed by several women screaming and a few men gasping in surprise.

John jumped up from his seat quickly and went to Molly. She stood trembling slightly with her hands over her mouth as she stared at Sherlock who stood over the prone Sebastian with a look of absolute smugness.

"Sherlock!" John called out horrified.

Mycroft sighed deeply. "Oh well. I suppose no wine and good food this evening. I should've known better. Things like this always seem to happen when I invite Sherlock out for the evening."

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