I was not satisfied with the last chapter (meaning I wrote this one twice) I wrote, so I am giving it another go. Really hope this one comes out better! I know it strays a bit from Sherlock's character, but I need to write something fluffy and happy to get over school and life problems XD

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Mary was lounging in her favorite chair, sipping a cup of hot chocolate and watching telly. It really was quite boring; she didn't know what to do with herself at all.

She was just getting the slightest bit sleepy when she heard a light tapping on the door. She set her steaming mug on the end table by her chair and raised herself up.

"Who is it?" She called out.

A few seconds before she reached the door, she heard the reply,

"It's Sherlock."

Mary opened the door and gave Sherlock a welcoming smile, "Come on in, Sherlock. Would you like some hot chocolate?"

Sherlock walked through the front door and straight into the living room.

"No, no thank you Mary."

He seated himself on the couch and stared ahead blankly at the wall. Mary sat down across from him in her chair.

"What do you need, Sherlock?"

He started to speak before cutting himself off abruptly and continuing to stare at the wall.

"Sherlock? Sherlock are you ok?"

He tilted his head to the side and managed to take his eyes off the wall.

"Yes, I'm quite fine, Mary," He said distractedly.

Mary twisted up her mouth in a frustrated manner and tried again,

"You obviously want something from me; showing up here when you know John is not going to be around. Do you think you could possibly focus yourself enough to tell me what it is?"

He did his best to look Mary in the face, "Yes, I did want something from you. As you and John are always so fond of reminding me, women are a bit out of my sphere of experience. I require an outside female opinion."

Mary smirked at him, "It's about Molly, yeah?"

Sherlock sighed, "It just so happens that I need it for a case," he was only half-lying.

Mary tilted her head and gave him a knowing look, "What have I told you before, Sherlock? I am not John, I can tell when you're fibbing to me."

Sherlock shot her a stern glance, before looking once again towards the wall and muttering, "It is about Molly Hooper."

"What's that, Sherlock? I couldn't quite hear you?"

Sherlock cradled his head in his hands and exclaimed, "Oh, hell! Why do you and John persist in tormenting me? It is about Molly Hooper!" He shouted.

Mary couldn't help but chuckle. He acted just like a child when it came to Molly Hooper.

"Well, what sort of 'outside female opinion' are you looking for?"

Sherlock took a deep breath before beginning, "I have often said that to me, love is nothing more than a chemical defect. I still hold that to be true. However, as I am prone to constsantly review The Case of the Mousy Pathologist, I-"

"Excuse me, what?" Mary interrupted.

Sherlock blinked several times, "That is not important. As I was saying," Mary rolled her eyes, "I cannot help but have...natural urges whenever I think about Dr. Hooper. It has an adverse affect on my mind palace," this comment also received an eye roll from Mary, "and I believe it would be to my benefit to begin an experiment seeing whether or not giving in to such urges assists in the recovery of full use of my mind palace," he stopped.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Mary asked.

"I..I wish to know if that is an acceptable way to ask Miss Hooper out," Sherlock turned slightly red.

Mary started to realize what he was trying to say, "Oh, I get it now. You want to see if you and Molly can solve crimes together while having a romantic relationship. You want to see if you can balance mind and body."

Sherlock nodded.

Mary sighed, "Well, for one thing, I would definitely refrain from calling it an 'experiment' in front of her."

"Why?" Sherlock asked, without a hint of sarcasm, "That is all it would be anyway. As you have said, I want to see if I can balances the natural urges of my body with the full function of my mind."

"I doubt she would find that very flattering, Sherlock!"

Sherlock looked thoughtful for a moment.

"She would not accept such an invitation?" After the way John had reacted to Sherlock's sudden reappearance into his life, he had started to better understand that there is, in fact, a wrong way to do things such as this.

"Most likely not, Sherlock."

"But how am I to meet her expectations of what a significant other should be if I only want data for an experiment?"

Mary looked him in the eye, "Are you sure that's all you want, Sherlock?"