Dedicated to: ME! I figured this out myself! Huzzuh!

When Sherlock first suggested Molly and John went on a date, both were adamant that it would not happen- ever! John (of course) knew how Molly felt about Sherlock and besides, the two of them never really having comfortable conversations. Sure, they're friends, but only because Sherlock managed to rope her into their group of friends.

"Sherlock, this is ridiculous. She doesn't fancy me and I'm dating Sarah. I think we both know exactly what she'll think if someone tells her they saw me out with another woman," John defended himself as Sherlock tried to hand him a tie.

"Who cares about Sarah? Molly's a very nice person and she's more than happy to go on a date with you."

John rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "What on earth are you getting out of this and what did you do to poor Molly Hooper to get her to agree to this?"

"First of all, there is a criminal there and I need four eyes on him at all times. As you have pointed out on numerous occasions, people would start to assume if we went out together. Now, you don't look like an idiot when you go out to dinner alone and you get a free dinner. As to how I roped in Molly, that's quite simple, John. I used the usual tricks. Put on the tie."

John's jaw dropped at Sherlock's final few words. "Er, the usual tricks? As in flirting with her until she agreed? That's just harsh, Sherlock. She'll start to assume things and that won't lead anywhere good, will it?"

The tie flew forward and landed on John's face. "Oh, real mature, Sherlock. Why couldn't you go with Molly and I went with Sarah? We could have made it a "double date" thing and then no-one gets angry at anyone."

"How accepting do you think Sarah would be if in the middle of dinner, we excused ourselves before taking out a pair of goons? At least Molly would understand and know that she'd have more work tomorrow." Sherlock shrugged and turned around, attempting to leave. There was a hand on his shoulder stopping him, however.

"If you did anything to her other than flirting to get your way, I will kill you." John threatened.

"Oh John. Death threats? Really? Wow, you're so original. It's not like I haven't had those before." Sherlock rolled his eyes before walking out of John's room and retreating to his own. He grabbed his phone from his pockets and made an urgent phone call.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Doctor Hooper. I think I have something that might interest you. It's about John."

"Look, Sherlock, no offense, but John doesn't particularly spark my interest."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued in a chirpy tone. "Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it tonight, I'm rather busy catching criminals, but John will be stepping in for me."

"…What?"

"It's a shame. I was rather looking forward to seeing you dressed in something other than your usual work clothes. No matter, I may have to go undercover into the restaurant. I bet you'll look stunning." Sherlock's voice dropped a little as he spoke and he bit his lip once he was done. Had he tipped the scales enough into his favour? He knew he had to compliment her, make an innuendo and express remorse to get her to his side.

There was silence over the phone, silence Sherlock knew Molly was using to get her words right and to avoid stumbling over her words.

"Y-you were- are- will?" Ah, of course. She did stumble over her words. Sherlock overestimated her. A shame, really.

"Indeed. So, is that ok? It's a free meal and John is currently dating Sarah so, it's not like he'll be expecting anything anyway. Well, I should let you finish getting ready. See you tonight." He hung up before she could reply and sighed. It really was a battle field trying to navigate his way around Molly.

~oOo~

John sat down at the table and waited for Molly to arrive. John had an earpiece in and was being instructed by Sherlock to look at the criminal in question. He had to be located before Molly arrived. Just as John realised who he was looking for, someone blocked his view. He looked up to see why they hadn't moved yet and his jaw dropped when he realised who he was looking at.

"Molly, good evening," he said looking her up and down. She wore a light blue empire-line dress. It came just below her knees and, to be frank, John thought she looked stunning.

The woman sat down and smiled while her eyes drifted around the room and her palms began to sweat. "Good evening, John. Sorry that you had to be roped into this."

John decided to go along with whatever Molly said; after all, Sherlock would make up ridiculous lies to get her here tonight if he wanted.

"Well, he's Sherlock. Not like I can expect to be friends with him and not get pulled away for ridiculous things. How has work been going?" he asked.

Molly nodded a little and bit her lip. "Erm, yes, good. I haven't really had a lot to do lately which is always good when you work in a hospital."

John nodded and the two sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes.

"What did Sherlock do to get you here today?" John asked and Molly blushed.

"Er, the usual things he does to me. Oh God! I mean, his usual psychological games that play on my emotions," she rushed, her face turning even redder at her original words.

"That's what he told me when I asked but I was just wondering anyway. I mean, it's not like you'd volunteer to go on a date with me. You know, Sherlock was so persistent about this dinner that I had to cancel plans with Sarah." John rolled his eyes and gave Molly and apologetic smile. "Oh well. What can you do, other than murder Sherlock?"

"I don't think one can simply murder Sherlock Holmes. He'd figure it all out hours or seconds before hand and have a trick up his sleeve ready to go. You'd probably have to have a gun to the head of everyone he cares about and… I don't know… would he even let you kill him to save them?"

John shrugged and leaned back in his seat. "This isn't a very good restaurant. We haven't even seen the menu's yet," he grumbled before looking around and over at the criminal sitting a few tables away.

"To be honest, I'm not surprised Sherlock chose substandard," Molly grumbled in agreement.

"He acts as though he's so sophisticated and classy and then sends us to a restaurant that doesn't even give us menus."

John shifted his seat to see the criminal in question a little clearer.

"Alright, John, I'm going to walk over to you and Molly as a waiter and get your drink order. I'll continue to that man's table and that's when the action will start. You'll have to get Molly out of the way and into safety before stepping in to help. I've called Lestrade. He'll be here in five minutes," the voice of Sherlock Holmes said through John's earpiece.

"'Can I start you off viz sum drinks?" a man with a French accent asked as he stood by their table.

"S-Sherlock?" Molly asked, trying to keep her voice down. Both John and Sherlock were surprised that Molly had figured out the waiter was Sherlock but neither said anything to her in an attempt to not rouse suspicion.

"No, madam, I am Ricard, your vaiter. Could I get you a drink, madam?" Sherlock asked as he stared down Molly.

"No thank you. I'm not feeling too well. Please excuse me, John. Thank you for partially spending your night with me." Molly stood up and grabbed her purse before walking out of the restaurant.

"I'll just have water," John told Sherlock.

"Excellent choice, sir." Sherlock walked over to the table of the criminal. John watched as Sherlock spoke to the man and looked up at John. He nodded and looked down at the man. That was John's cue to start the plan.

~oOo~

Molly's makeup was ruined when she got home. Her eyeliner and mascara had run and was all over her face. God she looked terrible. How could Sherlock have done that? He could have had dinner with her and taken down that criminal. She knew that he used her but he never thought that he'd stoop so low as to disguise himself in the restaurant. And to approach them as well. It made Molly feel sick and even worse knowing she'd see him tomorrow at work.

She got into bed and checked her phone. Not a single thing. She felt her heart drop. It was one thing for him to be that stupid, it was another to not even try and talk to her about it.

~oOo~

"We'll be upstairs," Sherlock said as he entered the morgue, walking straight up to the lab.

"Morning, Molly," John said as he trailed after the detective.

She couldn't believe that Sherlock didn't mention it at all. She was stumped for the rest of the day as to why he didn't say anything other than those three words to her the entire time he was there. She made a decision that if Sherlock invited her on a date again that she would have to turn it down, no questions asked. She didn't want to go through with that again.

A/N: Hey guys!

Righty-o. I'm gonna start writing up those fics in the poll. The only problem is this: Only two people have voted.

I don't think you guys see the problem: they voted for 'Toby' but one voted for 'if Molly said no' and the other for 'coffee?'

I planned on posting the most popular two- one on Monday arvo and the other Wednesday arvo. I might post the third on Friday arvo but I kind of need you kittens to vote or otherwise there's no point. I think that if I don't get any more voters, I might stop doing polls and write a story, not one shots. I'd still accept prompts but that's the only time I'd post and they would be subjected to inferiority against the main story.

Right.

So, I haven't had any other prompts (except I want to redo the Spitfire303 one) so either vote or send in some prompts. I'll love you forever.

Bye

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