Hello my lovely readers, this story will have both texts and a narrative because of SAIgirl24's suggestion and I do like writing a normal story. A new character is also in this story, if you have been reading dellastreet's story, you know who it is. If not well you will meet him in this story. Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! You all deserve grapes. (If you do not understand that well you need to do your research lol)

Sherlock is bold and Molly is underlined.

There is a dog at the flat. –SH

Aww really? Is he or she cute?

It is a dog and John got this dog without discussing it.

Just let John have this dog. John has wanted a dog forever and it will not be that big of an inconvenience for you.

I guess it would be fine.

Could you send me a picture of the dog?

(A picture of a dog lying on Sherlock's lap)

He is adorable. What is his name? Is he on your lap?

Yes, it cried when I removed it, so I just let it stay. I do not know what his name is.

He looks like a Toby.

I like that name. I think it should be named Toby.

I love the name Toby. I would have named my cat that if she was a boy.

I see. It just grabbed my scarf.

He wants to play.

I do not want to play with it.

It is fun, try it.

(A few minutes later)

Could you come to Baker Street immediately? I need help with something important.

Of course. I will get off work early.

Molly left Bart's immediately after Sherlock said he needed her. He never asked for help except that one night which changed her life forever. She knew that it had to be important. Molly had to go to her flat and change because a certain post-mortem that went a little unexpected. Looking through her wardrobe, she found a dress she had never worn. Not that it was not cute or was flattering on Molly; she just did not have an occasion to wear it. Knowing the problem Sherlock had could not be too serious, she wanted to dress up for once. The A-line dress was navy blue with red polka-dots, sleeveless with a flared and pleated skirt. Molly twirled in the mirror as the dress was a perfect circle as she twirled. After fixing her make-up and letting her hair down, Molly ran out of the door noticing how much time she wasted in front of the mirror. She called a cab and finally made it to Baker St. She did not bother ringing the doorbell because the door was unlocked. Sherlock knew she was coming and he did not like to open the doors for people. She walked up the stairs and saw Sherlock sitting on the floor of the flat trying to get his scarf from Toby.

"Hi," Molly said as Sherlock rose from the floor and looked at her. His expression turned to confusion as he looked at Molly in the dress. Molly did not look like the unnoticeable pathologist at Bart's, but noticeable.

"You look different," Sherlock observed as he walked closer to Molly.

"I am wearing a dress and lipstick," said Molly as she blushed, "So what is the problem?"

"The dog. Can you entertain it?" asked Sherlock as Molly crossed her arms across her chest. He only wanted her here because he could not take care of a dog. She left work early to help him.

"I thought you had a problem?" questioned Molly as Sherlock rolled his eyes as if the problem was obvious.

"The dog is the problem. Clearly."

"That is not a problem. I left work to come and help you. This is really selfish of you to trick me into thinking you had an actual problem," said Molly very sternly as Sherlock was surprised how stern and confident she sounded. It must be the dress, Sherlock thought.

"I thought you would enjoy entertaining the dog and your dress is very flattering," Sherlock complimented as Molly could not help blushing.

"I am still not too happy with you, but I will play with Toby," said Molly as she carefully sat on the ground and called Toby to her. The puppy bounced his way to her as Molly laughed at how funny the dog looked running. Toby immediately ran to Molly and started to lick her face. Sherlock sent a text to John and heard Molly laugh. It was a pleasant sound to hear as he sat in his chair and watched Molly. She looked as if she thoroughly enjoyed playing with Toby. Sherlock did not understand it, but was glad Molly was so happy.

"Come sit on the floor with me," Molly invited Sherlock as he raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked.

Molly did not answer but just grabbed his arm and pulled him to the floor. Sherlock sat on the floor next to Molly as she called Toby back to her. She put her hand on the floor and Toby pounce on her hand. She glided her hand across the floor as Toby chase her hand.

"You try," Molly suggested to Sherlock as he rolled his eyes.

"I rather not," he said flatly as Molly, feeling very confident, grabbed his hand set it down on the floor. Toby immediately went for Sherlock's hand. Toby did not bite, but merely had his mouth open on Sherlock's hand. Sherlock mimicked Molly's movements and Toby followed his hand. Sherlock laughed as Molly laughed with him. Playing with the dog was enjoyable and Sherlock kept playing. Sherlock wanted to know if Toby would go for either Molly's hand or his, so he grabbed Molly's hand. He planned on placing her hand on the floor, but for some reason he laced his finger with hers. Molly's heart started to beat faster as Sherlock was never much of a hand holder. Sherlock decided to keep holding hands with Molly as they sat on the floor playing with Toby. Sherlock texted John to take his time coming home as he was enjoying Molly's company. Molly knew it was a good idea to wear the dress.

It is a little long, but I am really proud of this chapter. Thank you for reading!