Thanks to Rocking the Redhead, DannyKatz, Saavikam69 and magicstrikes :)
Chapter Two
It was the day of Molly's dinner with Lestrade, and she was dreading it. She would go, of course, she was too nice to stand someone like Lestrade up. But still, she found herself wishing that she hadn't said yes. Then she wouldn't be stringing him along like this. But still, one date couldn't hurt, could it?
At work she couldn't concentrate and only got three autopsies done, too busy thinking about her dinner date. Sherlock noticed this, but chose to ignore it, for whatever reason. John didn't, however.
"Are you alright, Molly? You seem distracted."
"I'm fine, thanks, just thinking about my date tonight with Lestrade," Molly revealed timidly. At this, Sherlock looked up at her sharply, his brow furrowed. That caught his attention, she thought.
"You're going on a date with Lestrade?" Sherlock asked disbelievingly. When Molly nodded shyly in reply, he continued to stare at her curiously for a while before returning to his work. John shot an inquisitive look his way before going back to his slides. Sherlock's behaviour was peculiar, Molly thought, as usually he didn't care what social activities people were participating in. This was an enigma, to be sure.
Sherlock was examining a sample of vegetation from a crime scene when he heard Molly mention her date with Lestrade, and his head shot up. He was confused, which is a very rare thing for him. Why would Molly, the woman who had carried a torch for him for years, go on a date with a recent divorcee with a slight drinking problem? Surely she was better than that. He noticed John giving him a confused look, and realised he had been staring at Molly. He abruptly went back to his microscope, hoping Molly didn't notice his confusion.
In the cab on the way home, John started interrogating him.
"What was that for?"
"What? I did nothing wrong."
"You. Staring at Molly like that. You've never paid her any attention before except for when you needed a body, and then today you stare at her like she's the last woman on Earth."
"I did not stare at her like that," Sherlock complained, offended that John thought he had feelings of any kind.
"Oh, I see what's happened. You're jealous of Lestrade. You want Molly all to yourself."
"I do not! She can go on a date with whoever she wants to, it's fine by me. She could date half of London for all I care."
"You do care, Sherlock. You just don't want to admit it. But it will be easier when you do." Sherlock refused to talk to John for the rest of the cab ride, deeply affronted that he thought Sherlock had feelings for Molly. Sure, he relied on her to help him fake his death, and he would never want her to get hurt, but he didn't feel for her in that way, did he?
A/N: Rate, review, follow, favourite, all that jazz. Tips to help me improve are greatly appreciated. Till next time! :)