I looked out of our living room window absent mindedly. John and Sherlock had arrived a couple of hours ago. I had got myself in a state when I saw Sherlock (for some weird, unknown reason) and had texted Tara to ask her to come immediately.

Now, with only six of us grown adults (Harry had stayed the night at Clara's, and wasn't back yet) in the house, the room was full of noise as if we had suddenly morphed into rowdy teenagers.

I had zoned out a while ago, not really in the mood for conversation, thinking it was a bad idea to let Sherlock come over so soon after our not so successful dinner. But hey. Here he was.

I continued to stare, my gaze not really picking up on anything particular. About a million thoughts were running through my head. Like, doesn't mean I'm not looking. I still need to find the right person.

I meant what I said to Tara a few days ago. I am still looking. I do still want to find a person who can love me sincerely. A person who can love me for who I am.

Because of these thoughts, I was completely unaware of the hand on my shoulder. It was only when they said gently, 'Kodi?' that my brain decided to register what was going on.

I turned away from the window to see Sherlock standing before me in a white shirt and black suit and tie. His look was concerned, but when he realised I had caught him like that, his face took on a neutral expression.

'Are you alright?' he asked me, his hand lowering back to his side.

'Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.'

His mouth twisted up slightly into what I thought was a smile. He nodded, saying, 'Good.' Then he turned and walked away into the kitchen.

I turned back to the window to see someone walking up the drive. Someone who could be seen as unwelcome in this household right now.

I sprang to my feet, determined on getting to the door first.

I opened the door before Molly could ring the doorbell. She had her brown coat hugged across her body and her red tote bag over her shoulder. Her long brown hair was done up in a sort of funky side ponytail.

She put her finger to her lips in order to tell me to keep silent. I obliged, my confusion growing nonetheless, and backed up to let her enter the house.

She kicked off her pumps and slid herself out of her coat. She nodded towards the stairs, mouthing can we go up?

I nodded, and looked through to the kitchen and the window to see Mum, Dad, Sherlock, John and Tara sitting outside. Yes, outside in the January air. They seemed to be chatting animatedly so I led Molly upstairs.

I opened the door to my room and offered her a seat on my bed.

I sat next to her, crossing my legs. 'So,' I said, my tone light in order to calm her nerves. 'What's going on with my favourite pathologist?'

She fisted her hands together, and put them in her lap. She refused to meet my eyes. 'Molly?'

'Kodi, I…' she trailed off, shaking her head.

'Take your time, Moll,' I whispered, smiling encouragingly.

'I messed up,' she mumbled. 'I messed up so bloody much!' she growled. She sucked in a breath, unfisting her hands only to run them through her hair.

'Hey, hey. Calm down. It's OK. Everything's alright,' I reassured her. 'It's all fine. Whatever you want to say, it's OK.'

She managed a small smile. 'How… how's John?' she asked in a small voice.

'John's fine,' I replied carefully. 'He's good.'

'Does… is he still mad at me?'

'Don't look like it, Moll.' I shook my head.

'Then why…' Molly stopped abruptly, like she had just thought of something new.

'Why what?' I asked slowly.

'Why won't he talk to me?' she whispered. She looked on the verge of tears.

I sighed. 'Aww. Come here,' I muttered, holding my arms out. She gratefully fell into a hug. I held her silently as I let her cry.

Her tears fell without a sound, though occasionally, she would take in a huge breath of air. 'It's OK, Molly,' I whispered.

My words did nothing to soothe her. She continued to sob. 'I… I don't know why… why I didn't listen to him!' she wailed in between tears. 'Now… he won't… he won't want to be with me!'

I had a slight feeling she was berating herself for this.

'Hey, hey… It's alright. It's not your fault. Molly, it wasn't just you.'

She looked at me like she very much doubted my statement. 'It's my brother's fault for being a dick and sending the text to the wrong person in the first place.'

Molly stopped, and thought about what I said. Finally, she wiped her eyes with her jumper sleeve. 'I guess… I guess you're right.'

I beamed. 'I knew you'd see reason in that brain of yours somewhere!'

She laughed sheepishly. 'You must think I'm a right weirdo! Crying about something that must seem so trivial to you.'

I smiled, shaking my head. 'Nah, not at all. I've shed my fair share of tears on the subject, anyway. Besides, it's only Sherlock who thinks of this stuff as trivial.'

Molly grinned. 'That's quite true.'

My phone beeped.

Where even are you?! You, like, disappeared! - JW

I exhaled and smiled. 'John's looking for me. I better go downstairs. You wanna stay, or…' I looked at Molly patiently.

Molly pondered. 'Can… can you send him up? I'd like to speak to him.'

I got up off the bed. 'Sure thing. That way you can pick up more of his foul vocab.' I smirked.

Molly raised an eyebrow. 'What do you mean?'

'I messed up so bloody much! Ring any bells?'

'Haha, whoops,' she muttered. 'Sorry.'

'Nah, you're fine.' I waved a hand in dismissal. 'I was just kidding. If anything, it should be my brother doing the apologies.'

With that, I opened the door and went downstairs. Everyone was back inside now. Sherlock and John took the sofa on the far end of the room, Dad took the arm chair and Tara and Mum took the remaining sofa.

'You took your time,' Dad stated as I entered. 'Where've you been?'

'Just doing stuff.' I shrugged. I looked at John. 'John, can you go up to my room, please?'

'Why?' He raised an eyebrow, not budging.

'Because I asked you to. You'll thank me for it later.'

He got up, giving me the strangest look. When he was out of the room, I mouthed, Molly. Mutters of understanding came from the rest of them. I looked around the room, since I was still standing in the doorway, and found that the only spare seat was next to Sherlock. I rolled my eyes and made my way across the room. I sat, trying to keep the biggest distance possible between us. No one noticed my move.

The last thing I heard before I lost myself in my thoughts was Mum and Dad talking about getting lunch started.

As I sat, I thought – quite randomly, as I do not know where the thought came from – about what it would be like for me to shift closer to Sherlock and take his hand. What it would be like for him to put his arm round my shoulders and for me to rest my head on his. What it would be like for him to tilt my face up for a kiss.

Suddenly, interrupting my not so innocent (but totally awesome) thoughts, a phone bleeped. My phone.

You look uncomfortable. Want to swap seats? - T

I looked up at Tara, who was staring at me worriedly. I shook my head, reassuring her that I was, indeed, fine. Her frown melted into a cheeky expression. She winked knowingly and I gave her a withering look.

She sniggered and mouthed whatever you say. I shook my head once again.

Suddenly, we heard Molly yell from up in my room: 'So it wasn't a mistake, then, was it?!'

All three of us winced (yes, even Sherlock) because it was so unexpected. I glanced at Tara and Sherlock, the latter of whom shrugged. Even the great Sherlock Holmes had no clue what was going on.

And then, 'Of course it was! Do you think I have it in myself to cheat?!' my brother shouted back.

'I thought you didn't but I was obviously wrong, wasn't I?!'

'Molly, you weren't wrong. I promise you I can make this up to you.' John's voice softened considerably.

'Don't touch me! I don't want your filthy hands anywhere near me!'

Tara, Sherlock and I sat stiff, listening. Even Mum and Dad had left the kitchen and were in the hallway, hanging on to John and Molly's every word.

'Well, then,' John declared firmly. 'If that's the case, you can leave.' I sucked in a breath. Things weren't going to end well.

'I'll be glad to!'

The next thing we knew, Molly was thundering down the stairs, her hair bouncing vigorously. She snatched her coat off of the hook, slipped her feet into her shoes and left the house, slamming the door behind her.

I cringed and then stood up. I looked back at Sherlock and mouthed, follow her. He nodded, standing up.

'I'll see to Molly. You two talk to John.' He left the room and stood in the hallway, getting dressed to go outside.

I looked to Tara. 'You go,' she said. 'I doubt John wants to see anyone other than his sister right now.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'Are you just going to sit here then?'

'No, I'll see if I can help your parents with lunch.'

Then she too stood and left the living room. I shrugged and made my way up the stairs.

My bedroom door was half open and I could see John sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His eyes were closed. I sighed as I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

I knelt beside him, not making a sound. John could talk to me when he was ready.

I still couldn't bring myself to talk when tears slipped from John's closed eyes. I held my breath and waited. And waited. Even though my impatience was mounting, I knew I couldn't speak. John had to speak to me by himself. When he knew that he was composed fully. Which I knew, by the state of him, wouldn't be soon.

Eventually, after around fifteen minutes of silence, John took my hand, threading his fingers through mine. I shifted into a more comfortable position, sitting cross-legged beside him.

'Talk to me when you're ready, John,' I muttered, not breaking the contact between our hands.

He opened his eyes and wiped his tear stains way with his free hand. 'Oh, Kodes…' he sighed, turning his face away.

'Hey, it's OK. You don't have to say anything yet,' I replied gently. 'Calm yourself down first.'

'What have I done?' John looked at me, his eyes full of pain and self-hatred.

'You've made a mistake, that's all,' I whispered lightly. 'Give her a little bit of time.'

I didn't know how much longer I would be able to say the same thing over and over again.

'I've given her so much time! I thought she would have understood by now…'

So did I, John. So did I.

'I know, JJ,' I breathed, calling him by the nickname Harry and I made up for him years ago. 'I know.

'But I know you. The both of you. And I know that you can get through this little mishap given just the right amount of time.'

'How much time is the right amount of time?' John looked at me expectantly.

'John, I can't tell you that. Only you will know. You and Molly.'

John managed a weak smile. 'I love you, Kodi,' he whispered, giving me a hug.

I smiled as I hugged him back. 'I love you, too.'

Hello all. Now, as you might have noticed, I have changed the genre of the story to Romance/Tragedy. Let me tell you now, there will be Tragedy. Be prepared.

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