A/N: After moving interstate, a strange Christmas period and a few personal issues, I'm back! Hope you enjoy this Molly story set during The Great Game :)

Molly has been pacing outside The Fox for the last ten minutes. It's already around a quarter past six.

After Sherlock had left earlier, still holding those shoes, she had just enough time to pop home and head out to meet Jim like they'd agreed.

But now she has a problem. The more she thinks about what Sherlock said, the more she realises that Jim is gay. It's just too good to be true that he likes Toby and Glee, they conveniently work together so they can see each other often and they both read Sherlock and John's websites religiously. He's too perfect. But in the end it isn't the fact that he is gay, everyone's different, it's because he lied to her and openly flirted with someone else in front of her when they were meant to have a budding office romance together!

"Hey?" she turns towards the voice coming from the pub doorway. "I thought it was you I could see out the window! If we hurry we can still get our favourite booth. The vegetable lasagna is on special too, it's your pick!"

It's Jim, wearing what he had been in earlier but with a black, casual leather unzipped jacket over the top. The stripe of fluro sitting above his waistband both offends Molly and focuses her on what she needs to say. However, she finds her mouth opening and closing as she wrings her hands together. "Jim" she says simply and stops suddenly, not knowing what to say next.

His expression falls and he slowly steps out of the doorway to let a couple through, he gives them a small half smile in apology for being in the way. He walks over, the usual bounce in his stride almost non-existent. "Any reason we're not going in?" he asks but anyone can tell that he knows what is coming.

Molly's eyes are determined. "Why did you lie to me? I know you did. And you called me lovely, were you lying then too?"

He is very still. "I do think you're lovely. You're so trusting"

Gazing away she doesn't see the odd gleam in his eye that twinkles for a second then is gone. "Look I know I may come across as-as a bit shy sometimes, but I'm not stupid and, and I don't think-"

"-what are you trying to say?" he prompts, this time he seems to be losing his bubbly personality which he always displays.

"-I don't think we should see each other any more" she says in one long stream. From here she gains strength. "I mean, no more dates. We can stay friends and hang out as friends, if you want, if you apologise, but you don't need to pretend anymore"

"Pretend? Apologise? What are you saying?"

"I know you're" at this she whispers the last word as she watches people walk past "gay". He drops his head and begins to rub at the back of his neck, seemingly the epitome of someone being found out. "And it's fine, I have gay friends, I don't mind. But we should stop pretending anything is going to come from this more than just friends".

He keeps his head down. "That Sherlock Holmes is as smart as you said he is. He told you, didn't he?" at this he looks up, Molly doesn't know what to make of his expression. "Do you think you're being nice to me by saying we should be just be friends?"

"I am being very understanding!" she is now standing tall, her ponytail running down her proudly held back "You lied to me and hit on someone while I was right there! And, and I'm still offering to be friends even though I should never talk to you again for what you've done!"

Jim shakes his head and looks away.

Molly's mouth droops in indignation. "You left him your number!"

"Molly, I-"

"-so you don't deny it? You just can't-" she wants to turn around and walk off but as she does she stops halfway and turns back "-you just can't use people's feelings like that! Did you just use me so I could introduce you to Sherlock?"

"Molly"

"You did, didn't you?" suddenly it all makes sense. "You only contacted me on my blog after I mentioned him" she accuses, working it all out as she stands there. She lets out a small helpless laugh "I can't believe this. You used me and I let you!"

Jim knows he has to leave. "You're talking like a crazy person, you need to have a think about what you're saying. Molly, I'm leaving now"

She huffs. "Well good! And I'm not going to visit you in IT anymore!"

"Fine" he calls out and begins to walk off when he pauses and shouts out "I'm more of a dog person anyway!" at which a few people turn around and stare.

Molly knows it is childish but she scowls and storms off with a small 'Grrr' under her breath.

The next day she hears that Jim hasn't come into work so she goes against everything she feels is right and puts an entry on her blog asking him to get in contact so she knows he is okay. She doesn't want to argue with anyone and simply leave things like that.

A couple of days later she hears about the pool and suddenly so many more things make sense. It doesn't take much for her to decide to stop posting to her blog.

A/N: The timeline and idea for this came from Molly's real blog that is online where she has a post that apologises to Jim about their argument and asks him to get in contact. The next day she has a final post saying it was all a lie and she won't be posting anymore.

Also, drawn from Molly's comment in TRF where she says that they only went on three dates and it was actually her that ended it. I really love that :)