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Chapter Four

Molly was busy getting ready for her date with Lestrade. She didn't want to go, but her kind nature forbid her from standing anyone up. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like he was a psychopath, like Jim. He was just a man, albeit a man barking up the entirely wrong tree. Molly loved Sherlock and that was the end of that. No room for negotiations.

Molly looked in the mirror, resigned to her appearance. She had never felt beautiful in her life, and today was no exception. Her figure was too wide for her liking and her hair too unruly. Makeup made no difference and nothing worked out. At least, that was what Molly thought. In fact, most people (including Sherlock, though he'd hate to admit it) thought that Molly was quite attractive. If only she knew it.

Molly hailed a cab to the restaurant she was meeting Lestrade at. When she arrived, she waited at the bar for him, drinking wine. She didn't want to get drunk, but hey, you have to let your hair down occasionally, she reasoned. Plus, she needed to get her mind off Sherlock for one night. By the time Lestrade had arrived, she was already quite tipsy.

"You look amazing, Molly." Lestrade said sincerely. Molly giggled nervously before replying.

"Shall we sit down?" Lestrade nodded in agreement before showing Molly to their table. He awkwardly pulled out a chair for her and pushed it in too soon, causing Molly to land on it with a thump. It was little things like this that annoyed Molly on a date. The man could be completely agreeable, but if he had something wrong with his manners or the way he sat, Molly would never go on another date with him. That was probably why she never had many boyfriends, Molly thought. She had only ever had two, three if you counted Jim. But he didn't really count.

Molly was in the middle of her musings when she saw Sherlock run into the restaurant. Oh god, he's handsome, Molly thought. He ran up to the table where they were sitting and took a second to catch his breath. Molly could see his eyes flicking everywhere, deducing her at a glance. She felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes locked on hers and she unconsciously held her breath when he stepped up to her and took a deep breath.

"Molly, you need to come with me right now."

Molly's heart deflated. How dare he interrupt her date to help him with one of his stupid cases? She was going to stand up to him, for once in her life.

Sherlock rushed into the restaurant, his heart pounding. He glanced at Molly, and felt his pulse race. She looked beautiful. Her dress perfectly accentuated her curves, and her makeup was perfectly done. Sherlock had come to confess his love for Molly, but when he heard the order pass his lips, he knew that it wasn't going to turn out the way he had planned. He was sounding too rude, too bossy. That was before she started yelling at him.

"How dare you interrupt my date just to let you into the mortuary! Some of us actually have things to do other than work! Can I have one single evening to myself without you butting in and ordering me around?"

Sherlock's spirits fell. This was not how he planned at all. It was time for drastic action. He grabbed Molly's hand and was about to profess his love in front of the entire restaurant, when her hand slid out of his grip and slapped him across the face.

"How dare you! You only ever notice me when you need something, and I'm not going to let you push me around anymore! I'm going home. Goodnight, Greg." And with that, Molly fled out of the room. Sherlock ran after her, being careful not to look at Lestrade's sorrowful expression. As he rushed out onto the street, he could see Molly in a cab, rushing away. His spirits fell for the second time that night. Now he would never be able to tell her. This was definitely not what he had planned.

A/N: I've got complaints about the short chapters and I'll try to fix that, but it means I'll have to update less often, because it means a larger chance of me getting distracted by the wonders of YouTube. Please don't get angry :)