Finally updated! I'll have the next chapter up hopefully on Monday. Crossing my fingers. -E

"Wha-What why?" Molly stammered. Sherlock never answered, he leant in closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her. Molly's heart began beating twice as fast. Was this really happening? Is this just a dream? Oh God Sherlock is close. But she closed her eyes and shut out her mind's thoughts.

And that was when Sherlock's phone rang. They both stopped and laid back on the bed, barely even looking at each other. "Hello?" Sherlock said as he answered his ringing mobile. She looked over at him, his eyes widened as the person on the other line spoke. "Where?" He asked.

"What's happened?" Molly inquired.

"I'll be there." And he stood up from the bed and looked over at Molly, "I'm sorry, I've got to go to the mortuary. Body has been discovered in the Thames. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Would you like me to come into work?"

"No, no, you're recovering."

"But I feel fine."

"Well, if you'd like to."

"I'd love to."

A hot steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of him. His eyes moved from the microscope to the mug then to the woman holding another cup and two sugar packets in her teeth, and despite them she smiled at him. He grabbed the sugar from her and poured them into his coffee, stirring slowly he asked, "Cause of death?"

"You looked at the body for five minutes, Sherlock. You know exactly what the cause of death is."

"I want your thoughts." He said finally looking back up at her.

"Um, okay, okay. She has no water in her lungs, so she didn't drown. And she clearly died from asphyxiation, and there are bruises on her neck that - wha- what are you doing?"

"Continue." He said as he moved a step closer towards her.

"Tha- that um, would be present during a-uh-a strangulation."

"Very good. So?" He said pushing a lonely strand of hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear. His fingers lingering gently on the side of her neck.

"Murder is a probability?"

"Molly, there is something I never got to give you."

"Wha-what is it?"

His fingertips moved from her neck to her chin and lifted her head towards him. He looked into her eyes a moment before leaning down and kissing her. His free hand found it's way to the small of her back and he used it to pull her closer than she already was. Molly was shocked at first but then returned the kiss, holding on to the lapels of his coat. It was surprisingly passionate, Molly had only assumed he hadn't spent a lot of time with women. But she was blissful, no matter how many times she went over this moment in her mind, the same feeling of complete and total happiness overwhelmed her. Her hands ventured to his hair and his moved to her waist. He pulled away, still holding her and gave her a half smile. She was blushing but beaming up at him.

Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade and John Watson walked in at that moment. They broke a part immediately, his hand though, continued to rest on the small of her back. John stared at Sherlock intensively, questioning him with his eyes. Sherlock looked back with his cold eyes and said, "Murder. She was strangled and then thrown into the Thames. I have a full profile on the murder suspect on the table, in a rough draft. Have you any questions Lestrade, do feel free to give me a call. John, I'll be walking Miss. Hooper home. I'll see you in the morning."

He guided her out of the room and as soon as the doors shut behind them John and Lestrade exchanged a look of confusion. "Are they?" Lestrade asked.

"How are we supposed to know? It's Sherlock." John replied. They stayed and talked for a bit before returning home and going to sleep. Some point in the night a letter, exactly the same as the others addressed to a Mr. Sherlock Holmes arrived on the doorstep of 221B Baker Street