Previously on The Sherlock One-Shots:
There was silence in the lab when Sherlock entered the next day.
"Molly," he said with a nod before walking to a microscope. John sent a smile in her direction, even though her head was down.
The awkward silence flooded the room and John cleared his throat. "I'm going to get some coffee." He walked out as fast as possible, leaving Sherlock and Molly in the room alone.
"Erm, Sherlock. I'm really sorry about the last few days." He raised his eyebrows, not looking in her direction. "This is ridiculous." She walked over to him and dropped the book on the table. "I'm just trying to get you interested in me but clearly, you're not. Sorry for harassing you in the last few days," she said before shrugging off her coat to reveal her usual clothes underneath. "I'm going home, my shift is almost over. Just tell the next person I'm in the bathroom."
Molly rushed from the lab and out to the London streets. She was an idiot. People say anything to get their books sold. What is wrong with her?
Made some changes with suggestion of Rosie McGuilicuty
John walked out of the lab as fast as possible, leaving the detective and the pathologist alone.
"Erm, Sherlock, I'm really sorry about the past few days," Molly said, breaking the awkward silence. Sherlock just raised his eyebrows, still looking into the microscope. She felt her heart drop. "Right. Well, my shift is almost over. Can you just let the other person know that I'm in the loo?" Molly slipped off her coat and hung it up. "See you later, Sherlock." Molly grabbed her bag and the book sitting on her desk. With another glance at it, she dropped it in the bin as she walked out of the lab.
She rushed down to the streets of London and sighed. She was such an idiot! People would say anything to get their books sold. What on earth is wrong with her?
~oOo~
Sherlock jumped out and grabbed the object Molly had thrown out. He heard John coming up the stairs and slipped it into his pocket. He decided he'd have a look at it once he got back to 221B.
"Where's Molly?" John asked as he entered and took a seat across from the detective.
"In the loo," he replied, his eyes still glued on the specimen under the microscope.
~oOo~
When Sherlock arrived back in 221B and in his room, he frowned as he felt something dig into his chest. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the book. Ah, of course, the object Molly tried to dispose of.
The Boyfriend Tips- 20 fool proof tips to get that lucky man to love you back.
1. Talk about your ex."Oh, Molly. You naive woman." Sherlock pawed through the pages and cringed as he realised what she had done and what she tried to achieve.
He laughed as he put the book on a table, next to one that was rather identical.
The Girlfriend Tips- 10 fool proof sentences that will have her swooning.
~oOo~
"How was your day?" When you ask her how her day went, her interpretation is that you are thoughtful and eager to know about her 9-to-5 routine. Be warned though: This question gives her license to talk at length about all the little dramas that occurred throughout her day. So be ready to set aside some time to listen to her stories.
Sherlock entered the morgue the next afternoon, just to say the first sentence.
"How was your day?"
Molly dropped her scalpel and walked to the loo. She didn't feel like talking to him today, not after what happened yesterday.
~oOo~
"I can't believe how sexy you look!" Straight up, this tells her that you find her attractive, and to a lesser extent, that you want some. But, if you're in a relationship, she'll hear more than that - namely, that you're still lustfully appreciating her fine ass. No woman could fail to be flattered by that compliment.
After a busy morning of completing a case, Sherlock decided to visit the morgue.
"I can't believe how sexy you look," he told Molly as soon as he entered.
Fuming, she walked over to him, slapped him and rushed to the loo. She didn't want to talk to him, especially after a derogatory and inappropriate comment like that. Molly Hooper is not a piece of meat.
~oOo~
"How do you feel about [anything]?" Asking this question tells your lady that you're genuinely concerned about her feelings. And, as both Oprah and Dr. Phil have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt, women love to express their feelings on every topic imaginable. Know, however, that you're setting yourself up for a lengthy and deep conversation about whatever the topic may be. So don't ask this if you're planning to watch a game that night.
Sherlock was in the middle of a case when he realised he had to say the next sentence. John had rushed off to get coffee and Molly was alone in the lab with him.
"How do you feel about gold diggers?" Sherlock asked.
Taking that as yet another personal stab, Molly dropped her pen and walked down to the morgue to complete an autopsy; she didn't want to be near Sherlock right now.
~oOo~
"You're prettier than your girlfriends." Putting her on a pedestal among her peers gives her an ego boost that she can secretly lord over her gal pals. It's high praise in the world of women, and will score you some big flattery points.
When Sherlock was leaving, John by his side, Sherlock decided to add in one more sentence to keep her moral up.
"You're prettier than your girlfriends, Molly. Even with your mouth size and small breasts," he smiled at her and walked away with John, not realising what psychological damage he had just performed.
~oOo~
"You're really smart." By acknowledging her intelligence, you're communicating that you recognize her brains, as well as her figure. This makes a woman feel appreciated for all her assets, not just the parts that fit in a thong or a bra. It's a mark of respect from her man.
Sherlock watched Molly work, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. "You're really smart for a girl."
She dropped her pen as her eyebrows furrowed and she stalked out of the room. Sherlock heard the squeaking of white board marker and went to the morgue to see Gone for lunch –Molly.
~oOo~
"You're great in bed." Simply put, this line makes her feel like a goddess. Hearing it suggests that her sexuality has been elevated in your eyes and makes her feel like she really knows how to satisfy her man. It could also help to knock away any inhibitions she might have in the bedroom.
Sherlock was bored. He walked into the morgue with the intension of fulfilling his challenge of one sentence a day.
"Good morning, Molly. I just wanted to let you know the rumour flying around London is that you're great in bed. I was-"
Molly stalked out of the morgue and into the lab. A little click caused Sherlock to sigh. She had locked the door behind her.
~oOo~
"I want to spend my life with you." This is a heavy line; it's not many degrees away from proposing to her. So be prepared for the consequences if you utter it. But also keep in mind that risk often carries reward - once you tell her this she'll be doing mental backflips of joy. Other phrases that work in a similar vein but are less committal are, "Only you can make me so happy," and, "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else."
Sherlock stalked into the morgue the next day and stood in front of Molly.
"Doctor Hooper, I want to spend my life with you."
This time, the first time throughout the last six days, Sherlock could see the tears welling in her eyes. After a smack to his cheek, Molly stalked out of the morgue. A few minutes later, another person walked in and finished up Molly's job.
~oOo~
"You're my best friend." You're telling her how you feel above and beyond a sexual context. It means you've placed value upon your friendship and want to do things with her that other men may not have had an interest in. She'll feel overpoweringly connected to you after you say this.
Sherlock shuffled into the morgue the next day, feeling a little emotionally drained. "Molly, I have something to tell you. You're my best friend," he told her. For the first time, she didn't leave. She finished her work without a word and began on another project. "Molly? Please, say something."
~oOo~
"You'll make a great mother." Most women look forward to having babies one day. Most also agonize over whether they will do a good job of it. By saying this you affirm to her that she'll be a success. Furthermore, you satisfy her internal need to be pacified on the subject. Coming from her man, these words will make her the happiest she can be.
John handed Sherlock a coffee and went to pass Molly the other. With a smack, the mug hit the ground and exploded across the ground, coffee splattering everywhere.
"Jesus! Molly, I'm so sorry!" John exclaimed, looking around for something to clean it up with.
"Don't worry about it, John. I'll look after it. Just move away from it. I'll be back in a minute." She hurried away to get some cleaning supplies. Her work space had to be clean. Her lab had to be immaculate. "You're not hurt, are you John?" Molly asked as she wiped the ground with a mop. John shook his head and looked down at the clean floor with apology written all over his face. "Honestly, John, don't worry about it."
"You'll make a great mother." Sherlock said as Molly threw the last of the mug away.
Molly pulled a weak smile on as she looked at John. "I'll make you a coffee."
~oOo~
"You make my life complete." This tells her that she's the only one for you. All women want to hear this line from their men. It says that you've accepted her completely and that she has become an essential, indispensable ingredient in your life. That's an unbelievably gratifying thought to your woman - she'll be smiling for days.
Sherlock sighed as he finished the latest case and texted Lestrade the details. "John, get some coffee, I'm exhausted." John rolled his eyes as he got out of his seat and hurried away to fuel the demon. "Molly, you make my life complete."
Molly dropped all the paperwork she had in her hands onto the ground and crossed her arms at Sherlock. "Stop it."
"What?" Sherlock asked, raising his hands.
"All this ridiculous 'you're my best friend', 'you make my life complete', 'you'll be a great mother', 'you look sexy today'. Just don't, Sherlock. Please. You don't understand that you hurt me so much when you say that. You just take a knife and stab me in my insecurities, laughing it off as if it's nothing. Please, Sherlock, stop it. Stop this. Just leave me alone."
Sherlock couldn't only see the tears welling in her eyes, he could see them streaming down her cheeks.
"Molly, I-"
"I don't want to hear it, Sherlock. Please, leave me be."
He got up and walked towards her. She took a step back and pointed to the door. He stood in the doorway and sighed.
"For the record, Molly, there's a book called 'The Girlfriend Tips- 10 fool proof sentences that will have her swooning'. I'd suggest you have a look at that before you decide to give up on me."