I haven't wrote anything for a while...This chapter will have fluff.

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Molly was greeted at her lab with the voice of Sherlock,"I require your assistances.". She just came back from getting a cup of coffee, she had been working late shifts.
"S-Sherlock I'm quite busy right now. I just got back and still have a bunch of stuff to do.", Molly said to the detective as she walked past him not daring to look up at him.
"You've been working late for the past few days and shouldn't have that much to do. It seems that you just don't want to help me.", Sherlock said while following her into the lab.
Molly froze for a second,"...Okay Sherlock...I'll help.". Sherlock gave a quick smile before rambling on what he wanted her to do. He assumed his spot and began working. Molly scoped up a few papers and headed off to 'fetch' him some coffee," Is this what he thinks I'm only good for right now?", she muttered to herself after she headed out the door.

While the coffee was brewing she sat down to work on some of her work.
The next few hours she was running around gathering things for Sherlock while silently cursing herself for her kindness. By the time she was done the it felt like it was time for the sun to rise and she sat down watching Sherlock. She had to lock up but Sherlock was still working. She rest her head on her arms and fell asleep for a while and was woken up by a small poke on her side.
"Huh?", she said while rubbing her eyes.
"You fell asleep, it's a new day and around this time you'll be walking right in.",Sherlock said while Molly wanted to scream. It was the time she would come walking through the door,she felt tired but she needed the extra money.
"I'm thinking that you are leaving now, you are done right?", she was gathering a few papers that she needed to finish.
Sherlock nodded," See you later Molly", he said as he left.

Molly went on with her day until it was time to go home," Oh thank the Lord for Friday!".
She caught a taxi and when she got out and into her flat she collapsed onto her couch. She slide out of most of her clothes and fell asleep with Toby lying on her back.

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The next day Molly woke up with Toby mewing for food. "Oh I nearly forgot to feed you!". She made her and Toby some thing to eat. She drank a cup of tea and sank onto the couch, going back to sleep.

There was a knock at her door that woke her up.

"Go away", she said sleepily wrapping herself in her blanket.
She heard her door open," You never wanted you key back.".
It was Sherlock and as he walked in he took off his scarf and coat. Molly felt a little embarrassed and pulled the blanket closer to herself," Oh er...L-Let me go put something on."
"You're already wearing something.", Sherlock said taking a seat next to her.

Molly was glad that Sherlock doesn't mine if you are wrapped up in a sheet.
Sherlock was gazing at something on Molly's table as he spoke," I did call you a few time but you never answers. I became a little bit concerned you know for the fact that Moriarty is still out there. I was hoping he hasn't done anything to harm you, and it seem like you are fine.". Molly smiled to herself, it was nice to see him care.

"Thank you Sherlock...You've been mostly nice to me this month.", Molly said.
"Mostly?", Sherlock shift his attention to her.
"You did had me run around doing stuff that you could have done! I was so tired after that.", Molly she didn't look at him.
Sherlock blinked while recalling the memory of something he just regarded as not as important at the time.
"I apologies for not acknowledging how tried you were and I guess I should also apologies for over using your kindness...",he said not knowing if he said it because he meant it or it seemed to be the right thing to say.

Molly looked at him and saw that he really did look sincere . They sat there for a while and only the soft ticking of a clock was the only sound that filled the room. Sherlock moved closer to Molly and stretched out his arm to wrap it over her shoulder. He didn't quite know what he was doing, he saw John do it once to Mary and Mary seem to like it. Molly was surprised at what Sherlock was doing. She decided to be brave by moving closer to him and wrap her arms around him, not knowing how he would react. Sherlock swallowed back the urge to push her off and embraced her.

He was starting to think that he should stop pushing her away.

Sherlock rubbed her back through the blanket while Molly was enjoying this side of Sherlock. Her head rested on his chest and Sherlock kept her in his arms.
"If John saw this I will never hear the end of it...", Sherlock through about the conversation he and John had a few weeks ago. He was use to denying the feeling that he had for it seemed irrelevant. Sherlock placed a kiss on her forehead and Molly felt her cheeks warm slightly. They stayed that way for a while, Sherlock still feeling weird displaying this amount affection. Molly shifted, curling up near his side.

Sherlock left one arm around her, he took in everything. The warmth radiated from her, she had her blanket wrapped around her in a way he does with his sheet, the way she snuggled into his side, and she was breathing so peaceful it seemed that she had dozed off. This had happened before but this time it felt like he enjoyed it a bit. Well he started to think he did. He letted out a sigh and pressed his nose to the top of her head. He scooped her up and took her to her room. He'd been her tons of times but it seem to have changed a bit. He laid her down in her bed and pulled the covers over her.
Sherlock slid on his coat and scarf. He headed out the door and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"I should stop pushing her away...".