"I didn't realise that you liked cats." Molly muttered.

"No. I don't. I'm not a cat person." Sherlock said sternly While peering down to the animal which was sat almost on top of Molly's foot.

"What have you done for it?"She asked the man while stroking the cat's soft head. The blonde Bengal let out a loud purr to show it's delight.

The sociopath leant his head to the side in a questioning manner. He didn't understand what she meant 'done for it'.

"To care for Heisenberg?" The pathologist prompted again with a small smile at the eccentric name.

"Ummm..." The detective struggled think of anything which be had done to take care of him.

"Okay," Molly could see the man having problems. "Let me rephrase. What have to done with the cat so far?"

The detective found this much easier to answer, "I let him in. I shouted at him then after he slept I threw him against the wall."

"You threw him!" She cried and picked up the cat so she could cradle it in her arms and check for broken bones. The cat obviously didn't like being picked up and struggled against the woman's hold. Heisenberg couldn't break free so he called out a pained cry. The woman quickly opened her arms so the cat could leap down and run over to Sherlock. The genius looked down at the annoying creature in bewilderment. Animals have never really liked him so why was this one following him?

Molly shuffled awkwardly to the sofa and gently sat down. She rested her head on her hand and watched the animal circling the man's legs.

"How do you know it's a he?" She was curious.

"I don't. I just assumed."Sherlock replied quietly. They naturally fell into silence. I wonder if John would like a cat, Sherlock thought.

They spent a few more minutes gazing at the expensive creature with deep blue eyes and blonde fur. Molly really did find it beautiful and was slightly disappointed that it hadn't crawled up onto her doorstep.

"So," Sherlock's sudden shout made her jump. "Caring for it..."

"Yes," She rose from where she had been sitting. "I bet he needs to go to the toilet."

Sherlock's eyes darted off in the direction of his bathroom with a slightly worried expression.

"No! Don't be silly!" She cried. "We'll let him outside."