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Chapter Three
Back at 221B, Sherlock was thinking over what John had said. Surely he didn't feel that way for Molly. Maybe he didn't want her to date Lestrade because it would limit the amount of time he could spend at the mortuary. But the pairing would also mean that Molly would be more likely to let Sherlock look at bodies for cases, as any cases he solved reflected well on Lestrade. And, he admitted to himself, Molly was certainly not ugly. In fact, she was attractive. It was just her way of stammering and blushing whenever he talked to her that he didn't like. He liked women that were assertive and bold. That's what he had seen in Irene Adler. From the moment she walked in, stark naked, he could sense her intelligence, determination and her fearlessness. But eventually, he saw through her and was repelled. She had bitten off more than she could chew with Sherlock, and was pretending to be someone she wasn't. Not like Molly. With her, what you saw is what you got. She was swett on the outside and the insi-
Sherlock realised the thoughts he was having and shook his head. Sentiment was creeping up on him again, and he couldn't afford it. The last time it had happened, he had been forced to fake his own death and hurt everyone around him. His only respite from the constant guilt was Molly. His pathologist. Who was going on a date with Lestrade. Sherlock closed his eyes and went to his mind palace, as he needed a break from all of the unwanted and unidentifiable emotions. He walked down the grand corridor at the entrance to his palace and found himself outside the room with Molly's files in it. Oh well, he thought, as he turned the doorknob. At least here he could examine his feelings closely. He picked up a ruby-red file, and noticed it was the same shade as her favourite lipstick. As he opened it, he could see Molly's smiles. Some directed at him, some at others, some real, some fake. As he flicked through the collection, he noticed that all of the fake ones directed at him were after he had accidentally insulted her. He then noticed one wasn't a smile at all. It was hurt. It was from the Christmas party.
Sherlock didn't know what had come over him that day. He had seen that she had what he assumed to be a gentleman admirer, and had wanted him out of her life. Then it him. He was jealous. He did love Molly. John was right.
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