Hello readers! I hope you are all enjoying the story! I'm having so much fun writing it! I hope you all like this chapter! I am a sucker for Jolly, they're my brOTP! As promised I added a little Sherlolly for you all. It's pure fluff (I'm telling you now to spare you any disappointment) Feel free to review, favorite, and follow! They are well encouraged! Well, I will leave you now to read! But before I go OMFG THEY ANNOUNCED THE 12TH DOCTORRRRR! *fangirlS* Ok, I'm done.

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Molly felt something touching the side of her head she let out a low groan and moved away

"Toby, I'm too tired to play right now." She murmured rather irritably.

After Bart's John and Molly didn't get to the flat until three in the morning, both of them were equally exhausted and headed straight to their beds as soon as they entered the flat. Well... Molly went to Sherlock's bed since he had "no use for it" or so he claimed, she had been sleeping in it since she agreed to stay with them, his bed was rather lovely she had to admit, much better than her lumpy bed back at home. Molly let out a shaky breath and settled herself back into a comfortable position, after a few seconds the touching began again she let out a sigh.

"Alright, Mister you're leaving this room righ-"

Molly quickly turned only to hit her nose face against Sherlock's chest, rubbing her nose lightly she looked up to see an amused Sherlock staring back at her.

"Sherlock? When did you get home?"

Molly lifted her head to look over his shoulder, she had only been asleep three hours. The Consulting Detective shrugged lazily at her question.

"I don't know...about twenty minutes and sixteen seconds ago…"

Molly made a face, rather specific wasn't he? Molly suddenly realized

"Why are you here?"

"I live here." he said in his "obviously" voice.

"Yes, I mean what are you doing here in the bed." she asked him curiously.

Sherlock suddenly knitted his brow together

"It's my bed." He said in the same tone.

"I didn't m-mean it like that." she stuttered.

Sherlock nodded and propped up on his arm to get a better look at her

"I know."

Well, that causing her to shut up. Sherlock's face suddenly turned serious.

"Molly."

His baritone voice and the way he said her name made her almost shiver, he lifted his hand though seemed to hesitate for a second but placed it lightly on her cheek

"I want to apologize."

"F-For?" she managed to stutter out.

A blush managed to appear on her cheeks despite being so tired. Molly noticed Sherlock frown he then lightly but began to rub his thumb against her cheek causing her to turn a deeper shade of red.

"Have you forgotten the constant arguing between the two of us already, Doctor Hooper? I didn't realize all it took for you to forget was for me to crawl into bed with you. I'll have to remember this for the next time." he teased.

There was that hint of smugness that made Molly want to punch him and then pull him in for a kiss and then punch him again. Molly suddenly laughed nervously, she was way too tired for this, but she was secretly enjoying this side of Sherlock. Who wouldn't?

"It's fine. I'm the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn't be so stubborn about you wanting to keep me safe…" she said in almost a whisper.

Molly looked away from him and fiddled with a strand of her hair

"I'm not used to people caring for me you know?"

she winced lightly at how pathetic and sad that sounded, Sherlock's hand suddenly moved from her cheek and cupped her chin pulling her head to look at him, he stared at her face for a moment before pressing his lips on her forehead

"Forgive me." He said against her forehead

Molly closed her eyes and wondered if he was still apologizing for the fighting… or maybe he too realized how sad and pathetic she sounded.

Molly pulled away from him after a moment and turned so her back was to him.

"Apology accepted. We should get some sleep."

She pressed her face closer to the sheets and closed her eyes, she felt Sherlock settled beside her and wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to him, Molly's eyes shot open and her body tensed up at the sudden move, had he noticed?

"Is this not okay?" he said against her ear

He noticed. Molly tried to relax.

"No, its fine. I-It just caught me off guard."

Sherlock nodded against her hair and placed a kiss on top of her head

"Good morning, Molly Hooper."

A smile appeared on her face, he would say that wouldn't he?

"Good morning, Sherlock." She whispered before closing her eyes.

Molly woke up to a good view of Sherlock's collar-bone peering through his jammies, she must have shifted during her sleep. The ousey brunette pulled away from Sherlock's embraced, he was sound asleep, it was strange seeing him sleep, mostly because he never did! Out of the few months Sherlock lived with her he probably slept a total of one hour. Sherlock was certainly some new type species. Molly pulled the sheets off her body and tip toed out of the room, who knew when Sherlock would sleep again she didn't want to be the cause of depriving him of any sleep.

Molly exited the room and closed the door with a soft click she turned to walk to the kitchen and let out a gasp, dozens of flowers and plants were scattered around the flat, Molly let out a sigh.

"Sherlock…. What are you up to this time you crazy bugger."

After managing to move various plants and flowers from the kitchen Molly stood over the stove as she cooked, she let out a yawn and heard the door to John's room open

"Good morning….afternoon? What the hell? Who turned the flat into a bloody forest!?"

"Do really need to ask?" she said with a smirk.

"What time did he come home?" said John as he settled at the kitchen table.

Without looking up from her cooking she shrugged.

"Around six in the morning. Gave me a fright."

"He tends to do that." he said with a chuckle.

The two chatted while Molly finished making food.

"I'm thinking of asking Mary to marry me." he said suddenly.

Molly stopped cooking and looked up at him

"That's wonderful!"

Mary Morstan was a school teacher that John had started seeing after "the fall" had occurred, the two had met while John was visiting Sherlock's grave, her father had recently passed away and she had gone to visit him. After that day, John and her had become inseparable. Molly liked her, she was a kind and wonderful woman, and exactly what John needed in his chaotic life. Molly leaned on with her back against the counter and looked over at John.

"When are you thinking of doing it?" she asked him curiously

"I have no clue. But, I want to do it soon. Before, I chicken out." he said with a frown.

"I'm here if you need help with anything." she said with a giggle.

"Wait! You're a girl!" he said with a sudden smile.

"Yes, I'm glad we've established that. " she said sarcastically

John blushed lightly and gave her an apologetic look

"Sorry, I meant that you probably know what type of jewelry other women like right? You should accompany me with picking out a ring… I'm completely rubbish at picking anything out I'm afraid I'll choose the wrong one and she'll hate me and say no."

"It'll be fine, you know Mary better than anyone. I'm sure once you see the right ring you'll know it's the one meant to be on her finger. But, if you really do want my help I'm free for the rest of the day, we can go browsing? We could also do a little shopping; I'm desperate to get out of this flat."

She looked around the flat

"Or…Should I say get out of this forest."

After the two finished their breakfast Molly cleaned up the kitchen while John sat on his chair playing with Toby

"Are you two going to help me or not?" said a baritone voice out of nowhere.

Both, Molly and John looked up to see Sherlock standing near his bedroom door, he had a massive case of bedhead and he actually looked well rested, well besides that scowl that was permanently plastered to his face

"I'm assuming you're referring to this…." Said Molly as she waved her hand around the flat

"...Forest you've created of the flat."

Sherlock nodded and walked towards the living room, picking up a few random flowers and examining them

"What else would I be talking about?"

"Well you're on your own. John and I have plans today." she told him

"Cancel them, we have work to do. I need you two to help me gather samples out of each of them, I've mark the location of each type of plant and flower in this flat, so once we narrow down the once similar to the sample we have from the victim we can narrow down a location. " he said with a frown

"No. Where did you even get the time to do all this?" she said as she put her hands on her hips.

"Mycroft owes me a lot of favors." he said with a smirk.

John suddenly got up from the couch and walked over to the pair, Sherlock glanced at John briefly before looking back at Molly

"Listen, Sherlock. Molly is helping me-"

"You two are going to go look at engagement rings, you don't exactly intend on buying, but by looking at your fidgeting, which you should stop by the way it's very distracting, you will end up buying one today. Only, you will most likely return it later due to the fear that it might not be big enough to please Miss Morstan. I can assure you, John she will like it and she will say yes." he said almost non-stop.

Both Molly and John stood silently with their mouths open

"How-"

"Please, John. I observe."

And with that he made his way to his chair, where Toby happily jumped on his lap and began nuzzling his hand

"Toby, you are more affectionate than usual. Did you get an extra treat"

John and Molly settled for the shops near Baker Street, the pair intended to go back to the flat and help out Sherlock, eventually. John had decided to buy a ring for Mary, the ring itself was gorgeous, Molly was slightly jealous. Not that she ever considered getting married. She wasn't the marrying type. A simple gold band with a pearl settled with a few diamonds around it. Once Molly had seen the look on John's face she knew that was the ring for Mary. Molly browsed at the other jewelry in the counter while John went to pay

"What do you mean, it's been paid for?"

Molly looked up from the displays and walked towards John

"What's wrong?" she asked curiously.

Someone paid for the rin-"

Before he could finish his sentence his phone beeped in his pocket, he quickly pulled it out and began to chuckle, he turned the phone so Molly could read the text.

Consider it an early wedding present. -SH

"I hope it's considered bad luck if I didn't pay for the ring..." Said John nervously.

Molly smirked as the two entered a busy part of the street, she could see people shopping with their families and others looking at the local street performers the one who caught her eye was one of them performing magic tricks, Molly enjoyed magic tricks, she had learned a few tricks from her father when she was young, mostly silly things like how to make a coin disappear, she recalled showing Sherlock the trick while he had been staying with her, he had gone in detail how she had managed to make the coin "disappear" and how magic was silly and completely illogical. She vowed that day never to show him another magic trick again. Molly tugged Johns shoulder and pointed at the magician

"Can we?" she said almost child-like.

John nodded and the duo made their way to the act. Once they found a spot where they could see, the masked man smiled at them

"Ah! We've got two new members!"

Molly smiled at the Scottish accent, the masked man made his way to then

"Oh what a pretty flower." he said to her

He suddenly touched the top of her head, which caused Molly to giggle in amusement, his hand trailed behind her ear and pulled back to reveal a beautiful dark red flower in his hand,unlike nothing she had seen before.

"A flower for the pretty flower?" the performer said to her.

He tucked it behind her ear and kissed her hand softly. Molly blushed and smiled shyly, a sudden grin crept over his lips before returning to the rest of his audience.

Molly and John returned to Baker Street as the sun began to go down, they set a few shopping bags on the floor and let out a huff of air

"That was fun." commented John.

Molly smiled and nodded in agreement, she turned to make her way to the living room and then her smile disappeared. Flowers and various plants were scattered throughout the area, soil covered the floors, she noticed a few paw prints leading to the bedroom, great... Molly scanned the flat until she spotted Sherlock laying on the couch with his fingers lightly on his chin

"Sherlock, you've made a mess." muttered Molly.

"John? Finally you answer, as I was telling Toby here... No-No, don't eat that, fool."

Molly and John saw Sherlock get up from the couch and scoop up the cat

"That's Philodendron, you eat that and your gums will become swollen you'll be drooling and not mention vomiting all over the place, not to mention seizures, renal failure, and Encephalitis. Chances for your survival would be minimal. Molly, would you get rid of that plant? We wouldn't want your feline to parish wouldn't we?"

Sherlock slumped on the couch with the cat still in his hands

"Why do you insist on talking to that cat?" said John suddenly

"He's a good listener. Plus you took my skull away."

Molly went to gather the plant and tossed it in the rubbish bin

"It was frightening, Mary!" she heard John say from the living room

"I don't care. I don't consider her feelings important" she heard Sherlock reply

uh-oh she was glad she wasn't in the room to see John's reaction

"Sod this! I'm sorry Molly I can't deal with him tonight, not like this. I'm going to Mary's."

she heard the door slam and then it was quiet.

"Molly!"

Sherlock was suddenly at her side, he didn't seem fazed at all by John's outburst. Typical.

"I managed to get through most of the plants, none match what we're looking for. Together we can get done faster! Maybe we could even make it to Bart's tonight Oh!"

"No, I refuse to have another late night at Bart's. I'll help you with some of the samples, but that's it. We will not go to Bart's until an appropriate time. Deal?"

Sherlock pouted his lower lip and frowned.

"Fine. Let's get started then! We're wasting time."

Molly threw another pile of random plants and flowers into a rubbish bag. Her eyes were heavy with sleep she leaned on her hand and yawned, she could see Sherlock making them coffee from the kitchen. Molly ran her hands between her hair and caught something between her fingers, she pulled it out of her hair and looked down at the flower the street performer had given her earlier, the flower was a deep dark red making it almost look black, her eyes flickered over to the microscope and then back at the flower

"Hm, why not?" she said to herself.

Molly took the flower and began preparing it for examination. The Pathologist's brows knitted together as she peeked through the microscope

"Sherlock?" she called out she focused the microscope

"Yes?" he replied next to her.

Molly looked up to see Sherlock with two cups in his hands

"Take a look at this."

Sherlock handed her a cup and made a "shooing" motion with his hands. Molly stood up to allow him enough room to look through the microscope. Molly took small sips of her coffee as Sherlock focused the microscope

"What flower is this? Show me."

Sherlock looked up from the microscope at Molly. Her eyes flicked to the red flower on the table, a few petals now missing

"This doesn't look like any of the flowers I brought in."he told her

"That's because you didn't bring it. I did."

Sherlock suddenly locked eyes with her, she knew he knew what she was thinking

"You know what that means, right?"

Molly nodded, a little horrified to speak

"You had an encounter with our cannibal."