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Molly quickly apologized as she bumped into someone, looked up and saw it was Janine.

Oh, What was she doing here?

She had come to the cafeteria to meet Tom; she couldn't find him anywhere in sight.

She was wondering whether to greet Janine or just walk away since she wasn't sure if Janine had any knowledge of her, let alone aware of her existence.

Janine solved her dillema. "Molly Hooper, right? I have heard so much from Sherlock about you. I am has told you about me or has he simply forgotten?"

Molly blinked. "No, I know who you are."

"Great, lets sit somewhere and talk then."

"Ah sorry, can't talk right now. I have to meet a friend." Janine's kind of strange, to want to chat up with a person who she wasn't even properly acquainted with...

What was she doing her, anyway? To meet Sherlock perhaps?

"Yes, I know, Tom. I came here with him. He thought you were quite late so he went to get you, it seems you missed each other. Come on, let's go and sit somewhere and wait for him, he will be back in no time.''

''No, that's fine, I will go and meet him in the lab instead then.'' When did Tom and Janine become acquainted?

''No, no, you will only end up missing each other.''

Molly found herself dragged across the cafeteria to sit on a chair.

Sherlock was sitting in front of his favourite microscope, appearing to be busy with some experiments but actually irritated with Molly for leaving him here alone and going to meet her ex fiancée and so he was not really paying any attention to his experiments.

He had made to follow Molly but stopped when she had given him that look which told him she wouldn't appreciate it if he lagged behind her and any other time he would have followed anyway but Molly was already annoyed with him for scaring away her date this morning, so he figured he din't want to push anything or she just might be tempted to truly ban him from the lab.

He didn't understand why she was mad anyway, her date was a serial cheating and Sherlock was only looking out for Molly. Isn't that what friends do?

Look out for each other?

Not to mention, Molly has the most hideous taste in men, her previous dates after her engagement was over were jewel pieces, one an ex gang member and another already married and hiding it.

Meat Dagger was a bumbling idiot but he was still 100 times better than her new pursuits.

Sherlock lifted his head as he heard footsteps -unfamiliar ones, male- to find Meat Dagger standing in front of the lab door.

Meat Dagger who looked indefinitely nervous and uncomfortable. As was with Sherlock, he inadvertently started deducing Meat Dagger, though not out loud.

Had pasta in the morning, was late for work so didn't went at all, went grocery shopping, had coffee, talked with Molly, has a blind date, ran in to Jan- Janine? Not only ran into her, chatted with her too.

What was his real name again? Sherlock Tim-Thom-Tes-...

He deleted it after he heard Meat Dagger made him infamous deduction, since Sherlock was sure he would break up with him soon.

''Hey, it's me. Remember Tom.I was supposed to meet Molly at the cafeteria but I couldn't find her so I came here instead.'' Tom said with a wave.

Sherlock assessed Meat Dagger carefully. Avoiding eye contact, shuffling from one foot to another, sweaty palm- Meat Dagger was lying.

''Molly isn't here. You better get back to the cafeteria.''

''No, no, I will wait here then.''

Sherlock shrugged and resumed his previous position.

Meat Dagger- no Tom- wants something from him, he would just have to wait and see what it is.

''You love him.'' Janine informed Molly without any preamble.

Choking sound, followed by gulping of water.

Oops. Janine hadn't taken chosen the best timing to broach the subject.

''Who are you talking about?''

Janine smiled. ''Oh, don't pretend. You know who. Sherlock.''

Molly's eyes hardened. ''Even if I am, it's none of your business.''

''Hey, chill. No need to get angry. I know it isn't but I just want to help.''

''There is nothing to help with. Sherlock doesn't feel the same way about me and I am fine with being his friends. There is nothing you can do Janine. SO, if you will excuse me, I will go and find Tom''

Molly made to get up but Janine's next words stopped her. ''He left me in the middle of the night -mind you, I was a case, a key to Magnussen's office and under any other circumstances he wouldn't have- but he left me so that he can take care of you who was reeling from the after effect of breaking up with your ex fiancée, he has a box labelled Molly in his wardrobe, a box containing a watch which I believe you gave him, am I right?'' at Molly's nod Janine continued,''a Christmas bow which I presume is yours, photos of you, a photo of you and him, and the most telling thing is the way his eyes light up every time someone mentions you, when he talks about you -his face takes on the softest of looks, no matter how much he tries to school his expression and you are telling me that he doesn't fell the same about you. My God, Molly, that man is completely and utterly love with you, so much so, that it's apparent even to complete outsiders like me and Tom. ''

Janine smiled wistfully. ''Mary told me Sherlock was a genius, Sherlock told you are the most intelligent person he has ever met and both of you are love each other and are completely unaware of each others feeling. I feel like I have been duped.''

Molly opened her mouth to object, to deny everything Janine has said, to provide reasons for his actions that are not love related but found that she couldn't find anything to refute Janine's preposterous-they are, aren't they?- assumption.

''Well, that's that then. Think about what I said and I suggest talk to him. I will be going, you better get back to the lab or I believe Tom would end up getting beaten by Sherlock.'' Janine said and was gone before Molly could say anything or stop her.

Molly was left stunned and completely overloaded with new information.

What revolved through her mind the most was however the fact that Sherlock was alone at the lab with Tom now.

Damn! She had completely forgotten about that.

She has to hurry back before someone ends up hurt- most likely Tom.

''You love her.'' Tom blurted out.

Oh God, he hadn't meant to blurt it out but he had done it anyway.

He didn't receive as much as a nod or denial, anything from Sherlock.

Tom got a little bolder. ''What? You are not going to admit it or I don't know, even deny it? Or not even pretend you don't know who I am talking about?Nothing?'' Oops. He might have gotten too bold.

Sherlock finally spared Tom a glance, nonchalantly. ''What's there to deny? You have already deduced it.'' Malicious smile. ''Oh, I must say though, Meat Dagger,you aren't completely the blundering idiot I pegged you to be.''

Tom winced. Meat Dagger. He still can't get over the fool he made of himself. Typical of Sherlock to attack on something he knows Tom is vulnerable about, to put Tom off the subject.

Pity. It only made Tom want to push a little more.

Plus, he did get a backhanded compliment from Sherlock for his deductions, though he knew Sherlock hadn't made them as compliment.

''So, why don't you do something about it? You know, act on your feelings?''

The lab was silent. Sherlock remained silent. Tom remained silent, hoping that by some bizarre twist of fate Sherlock would answer.

He was about to open his mouth- when it became apparent Sherlock wouldn't answer- to break the silence, with anything, everything, whatever he could think of, when the unexpected happened. Sherlock answered.

''She doesn't love me any more. What's the point in acting on my feelings?''

Tom stared at Sherlock incredulously. ''She doesn't love you anymore? Are you kidding me? She was engaged to me, a carbon copy of you physically, in her haste to get over you, which obviously failed, since she got engaged to me, but how could you think that she doesn't love you anymore?''

Sherlock shrugged, refusing to believe Tom.''She doesn't act the same way around me as she used to before, doesn't stammer, blush, doesn't want to spend time with me, in fact tries as much as she can to stay away from me- oh, no not at all, the stammering, blushing fool is me now, she is going on dates all the time and in your case, maybe she just has a type.''

Tom didn't think he could express in words how much he wanted to break Sherlock's head right now. What kind of logic did this man live his life on?

''So, just because she hasn't regressed to her old self the moment she saw you, you came to the conclusion that her love for you is gone. Look, having personality development doesn't mean having feelings development and her personality hasn't actually developed, she has just stopped giving you special treatment.''

Sherlock raised his eyebrow and intervened Tom's ranting. ''So, I am not special anymore, right? See, she isn't in love with me anymore.''

Tom shook his head. ''No you are still special to her. Your specialness is just isn't obvious as before anymore. You can still make her blush, she has just become better at hiding it. Honestly, you are an A class jerk and you certainly don't deserver her, but Molly wants you and I really thing you should stop beating around the bush with each other.'' Then he looked at his watch. ''Oh, I have to go. Think about what I said.''

Then Tom promptly fled from the lab, before Sherlock could get a word edgewise.

He hadn't expected Sherlock to open up to him, even if it was so little.

He must be actually disturbed himself to talk to Tom about his feelings.

This ship is certainly sailing.

They spent the next two months forcing Sherlock and Molly to spent time with each other, outside of their work, sometimes by John's, sometimes by Mary's help.

Unknown to Sherlock and Molly, Tom and Janine had started a mission called ''Make Sherlolly(Name being Andeson's idea) come true'' with Sherlock and Molly 's friends, those friends being John, Mary, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade, with occasional help from other people.

They tried everything they can to make those two to confess, starting from jealousy, that is making Molly jealous, which was a huge failure since Sherlock was incapable of lokking at any other women even if they threw themeselves at him, then making Molly dress like a femme fatale, which though made Sherlock open mouthed and unable to speak for quite sometime, was still a failure.

After that came babysitting little Watson, which though was a huge success in terms they became more close was still a failure.

Who knew, after trying so many things, what would work was drunk people and a supply closet.

Saint Bart was doing charity party.

Everyone was invited and though Tom and Janine weren't related to the hospital they still got invited, being not only Molly and Mary's friends but also as Mike Stamford's.

Molly had to come since she was an employee and Sherlock was dragged along by John.

Good thing they were, or they would have missed watching their dream finally come true.

Everyone was generally enjoying themselves and Molly had gotten a little drunk at her own accord.

Sherlock, on the other hand, ended up accepting drinking challenge from Lestrade, lost, and was now badly drunk.

He was giggling with John over nothing and looked up and locked eyes with Molly who was still drinking and giggling and chatting with Mary, Janine and Tom.

He hiccuped.

Molly looks beautiful.

He stopped talking mid-sentence , got up from his seat and staggered across the room and went to stand in front of Molly.

He tugged at Molly's arm while continuously mumbling her name.

"What is it, Sherlock?"

"Lets go somewhere, like the lab."

"Sherlock, we are having a party remember, we can't. Are you drunk?"

Hiccup. "A little. I don't care, I am bored, come to the lab with 's check on experiments."

He just wanted to spend time with Molly, somewherr quiet and alone, away from prying eyes. Was that too much to ask?

Sherlock managed to drag Molly with him, or more precisely Mary and Janine managed to persuade Molly to go with him.

Tom, Janine and Mary gave amused glance at each other.

A opportunity has presented itself in front of them.

They would be damned if they miss it.

Molly wasn't sure how but she somehow found herself locked in closet with the great Sherlock Holmes who was unceremonously sprawled all over her.

She recalled coming to the lab with Sherlock, then trying to find Sherlock's favorite microscope from the supply closet, then,

Oh. Oh.

Tom and Janine walked in, appearing to be as drunk as them, Sherlock ignored them.

They innocently came up behind them, Tom pointing at a chair and asking Sherlock what he could deduce from that and Sherlock replying,"Uh, It's a...sitty thing."

Molly had giggled at that reply and all of a suddenly found herself pushed inside the closet with Sherlock toppled over her person.

She had heard more gighle from outside, then turning of the closet lock.

Tom and Janine had locked them in.

God, she was in such an embarrassing position with Sherlock- her legs intereined with his, his hands braced on either side of her, her chest touching his, his head on the crook of her neck as he dozed off- but Molly couldn't bring herself to care, probably because she was drunk.

"Sherlock! Sherlock!" she called his name.

Here they were locked and he was sleeping.

"What is it, Molly?" He slowly lifted his head."Why is the room so dark?"

Molly rolled her eyes."Because we are locked inside a cupboard, genius."

Though she couldn't see him, she could feel his brain wheels turn, painfully slow this time.

The wonders of too much liquor.

"Tom and Janine? They pupo-purpose-what was the word?-intentionally put us in a position where we are at their mercy, hoping we will confess our veel-feelings to each other."

Molly nooded and accidentally bumped her nose with Sherlock. "They are under the mistaken assumption that you are in love with me."

She heard and felt his sharp intake of breathe.

"It's ok, I know you don't. I know you don't." She hastened to reassure him, her wirds an echo of the day of the fall.

"What if I do?"

It was her turn to catch her breathe."You don't."

"What if I do?" He pressed. "In fact, I do."

"You are drunk Sherlock. Don't say and do thinks you don't mean."

"Being drunk doesn't make people lie, it makes them say the truth and Molly, don't you remember, I told you before, didn't I? That you counted, you always have, that I have always trusted you and you were the person that mattered the most? What the hell did you think I was talking about?So, what if I do? Would you love me back? Will you give me a chance to properly love you?" His hands were carressing her cheeks, vulnerability lacing his voice.

Her hands unconsciously rested on his chest, she could feel the wild hammering of his chest, much as her own. Slowly every evidence Janine has placed before her came unbidden to her mind,evidence she had refused to believe in, in fear that she would make a fool of herself.

"Why tell me now, Sherlock? After all this time? Are you giving in to your feelings on a drunken whim? What if I answer and you regret everything tomorrow? " She had so many questions, why tell her now?

"I am giving in but not on a drunken whim. I am tired, Molly, of denying myself what I want, what I desire, denying myself of you. I probably would have given to my feelings a long time ago, if I hadn't thought that you have moved on. But Janine and Tom made me think maybe you hadn't, maybe my deductions are wrong, that just maybe, you still want me. So, do you?"

Molly felt her heart melt."Oh Sherlock, I don't think there has been a time when I have not."

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could finally make out Sherlock's face,his intense blue eyes upon her.

She saw relief flood through them at her response and then they were kissing each other.

It was between those drunk sloppy kissess that she asked him something that was bothering her. "You honestly thought I had moved on? What did you think Tom was all about?"

Sherlock appeared uncomfortable. "I thought you have a type."

Molly grinned. This idiot."I do. High functioning sociopaths. Just my type."

Sherlock made to kiss her again but she detained him."One more thing, you stole my christmas bow. When? Why?"

She could feel him blush up to his neck, where her left hand was playing with the end of his curls.

"When I was at your flat after the flat, I stole it. I wanted to keep a memory of you with me and that bow gave me hope for the two years I was away, of coming back to you."

Molly smiled, tears pooling at her eyes, overwhelmed with emotions and information.

She didn't know how to respond, so she kissed him again to show how she felt.

When Janine and Tom came back half an hour later to release them, hoping there plan had worked, they were greeted with moans and whimpering sounds coming from inside the cupboard.

Their eyes widened in horror as the looked at each other.

They had expected them to snog not shag.

They quickly went closer to the closet and slipped the key from one corner of the door and ran as quickly and quietly as they can towards the door.

"Sherlock, Ah, faster." Came Molly's high pitched voice.

They both gulped as they went outside.

Too much information.

One minute after they left Molly and Sherlock came out from inside the closet, laughing and giggling.

"Oh God, did you here how fast they ran?" Molly chortled.

"Served them right, for meddling in others people business." Sherlock replied, clutching his stomach.

Someday after this, both Janine and Tom got honeys and chocolates with 'Thank you' note attached to it, from Sherlock and Molly.

"Maybe we should start a businesses together. The consulting matchmakers." Tom joked with Janine.

"Ah, speaking of that, I heard that DI Lestrade was looking for a nice women to date from Mary''

Hmm, maybe they could help the DI out.

Maybe, Tom thought as he looked Janine over, he could try his luck out with a very pretty lady too.

He might just be lucky.

That's it. Do review. Hope you liked it and I did justice to the characters.