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Chapter 10

Molly's mind wandered as she stitched up the incisions she had made on the body in front of her. She kept replaying the scene from the day before in her mind, unwilling to believe that it had actually happened. Mary had been furious, and had stormed into Sherlock's room, where she had proceeded to scream at him for the better part of an hour.

She had quickly gone upstairs and changed back into her jumper, while John left for the surgery, giving her the apologetic look he reserved especially for those Sherlock had offended. Molly knew that look well; she seemed to be on the receiving end of it more than anyone else in their acquaintance.

She however, was still numb to what had happened. After all, it had been more or less what she was expecting as she had come down the stairs. Well, that wasn't the entire truth. She had expected him to not say a word, or possibly not even turn around when she had come down. She had expected to not be noticed, as Sherlock didn't need anything from her. She had expected to be ignored completely.

That is why it had surprised her so much to see him actually look at her. She had felt the intensity of his eyes on her, taking in every detail and following every curve. It had unnerved her that the man she was so used to being invisible to was for once completely and utterly focused on her. That is what had made her lose her balance. It hadn't been those stupid heels, but the feeling of, for once in her life, actually being seen.

And then when she had tripped, she hadn't expected to be caught, and especially not by Sherlock Holmes. To be in his arms, however innocent the reason, had sent shivers all over her body. Those blue eyes had locked on hers for the briefest moment, and once again she had the overwhelming feeling of being seen. It was almost too much for Molly to handle.

In less than a minute, Sherlock Holmes had managed to get all of her hopes up higher than ever before, and bring them crashing down again.

She supposed she should have expected it. It was after all, his pattern with her. Her mind turned immediately to that infamous Christmas party some years ago. She had had the same feeling then, that she was being truly, properly seen. He had then proceeded to humiliate her in front of all their friends.

It had happened with Jim as well, although she couldn't say that she wasn't grateful for being saved from that relationship. But still, he had seen her, noticed her being noticed by someone else, and had then torn her down for it.

Molly finished the sutures and sighed as she washed her hands to take her lunch break. It was fine, she thought to herself. She had a great man and an amazing life in store for herself, and Sherlock's approval didn't really fit into it. At least now she understood. It hurt, but as long as she knew the truth, she could recover.

Sherlock Holmes had observed her, and deduced her at both her worst and her best. With his incredible mind and his startlingly blue eyes, he had seen her. And he had made it quite obvious that he preferred her when she was invisible.

She grabbed her bag from her office and left, meeting Thomas for a lunch date in the park.