She had not just had a bad day, or even a bad week; December was definitely a winner as the worst month this year. Laying in bed Molly felt herself blush with embarrassment as she thought of last nights events. She had heard the others talking about Sherlock having an open house. John had mentioned it when she had seen them earlier. She had had the present for ages; had seen it and thought of him immediately. Oh god she wished she had stayed home now.

Pulling her pillow over her head she thought about Sherlock's comments. He had thought she had a boyfriend and asked her if they were serious. Did that mean he was jealous? Of course it didn't who was she trying to kid. He always noticed so much though, the fact he had noticed she had dressed up was one thing, she could have explained that away, but that she had matched her lipstick to the wrapping. Even she had not realised what she had done until he pointed it out. She cringed as she remembered the looks on Johns face. Oh god the policeman had been there too. Perhaps she would stay in bed all day and pretend Christmas didn't exist. Its not like she had any plans or invites.

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The phone ringing woke her. Reaching over she said "Hi, happy Christmas!"

"Molly? It's John, look I'm really sorry to disturb you on Christmas day but you don't by any chance have access to the morgue today do you?"

"Err.. yeah I'm on call, why?"

"Sherlock needs to go look at a body."

"OK, give me an hour, I'll meet you there."

Hanging up the phone Molly grinned. Not exactly romantic, meeting over a dead body but at least she would get to see him. Dressing quickly she called a cab. Waiting on the pavement outside her flat Molly wondered which of the bodies it was Sherlock needed to see. She couldn't remember him talking about the case he was on, in fact it was unlike him. Maybe this was not a police case.

Arriving before Sherlock Molly checked to see who was in. The only possible body was the woman. She was a mess, well her face was. Multiple injuries making her almost unrecognisable.

"Molly! You didn't have to come in..."

"Oh its OK," molly was busy looking at the man with Sherlock, she didn't recognise him but she could sense the tension between him and Sherlock.

"err, the face is a bit smashed up" Molly pulled back the cover. The other man was looking at Sherlock for confirmation. Sherlock asked Molly to pull the cover all the way back. She watched him scan the body. Whoever this was she must have been beautiful Molly thought, her figure was flawless.

"Yes it's her. "

It was his voice that caught Molly's attention. Was that emotion? Oh god, he knew this woman intimately.

"How...?" she looked at the other man but he was already following Sherlock out of the lab.

"And it just keeps getting better." Molly pushed the body back. There was she excited to see him on Christmas day and see him she did. Only for him to confirm he was involved with that woman. Or had been.

She could never compete if that was the type he went for...

Finding a corner shop open Molly bought a cheap bottle of wine. She may as well go home a drown her sorrows!

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When she went to work on the Monday after the holiday the body of the woman was gone. No explanation, no notes, just as if she didn't exist. Molly went to find Jenny.

"Hi, I was called in Christmas day, there was a body in no3 its gone, do you know where?"

"No, sorry, we just got a call asking us to deliver it to an address. No name or details."

"Oh, odd. So how was Christmas did you have fun?" Molly smiled at her friend.

"Yes it was lovely, but I am glad its over. How about you, how come you were on call?"

"Oh I volunteered. I don't exactly have family commitments do I."

"So was it the delicious Mr Holmes, who called you in I mean."

Molly blushed

"It was I knew it! Molly I don't know why you don't just ask him out for a drink."

"Because, oh god Jen, I really embarrassed myself just before Christmas."

"What happened?" sensing gossip Jenny wasn't about to let this go.

"Not here. How about we go for a drink later and I'll tell you then. Ask Sam if she wants to come too, I may as well tell you both together get it over and done with."

By 5 Molly was wishing she hadn't agreed to tell her friends. She should keep it to herself and pretended it hadn't happened!

"Oh can we go somewhere else?" Molly whined. "Everyone from work comes here." She looked at the fox pub and knew if she had to have this conversation she didn't wants half of Bart's to hear it too.

"How about we go get some Chinese and some wine and go back to yours?" Jenny suggested.

"Yes OK, at least then I will be humiliated in private... again!"

Sammy and Jen looked at each other and smiled. Molly was a sweet girl but so easily embarrassed. They had been trying to get her to go out more, meet more people but Molly loved her job and very little else competed.

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"… so then I left!" Molly was now scarlet in the face, her head down not able to look at her friends.

"Oh Molly! He is a shit! But it isn't you, he is like it with everyone honest. You should hear how the police talk about him when they are in the canteen! Hunny, come on. You said he apologised? Well he never does that so maybe he realised how he had hurt you. How you felt."

"Oh god I hope not!" Molly now had her head in her hands.

"Molly I don't get it. You like him that's OK. There is nothing wrong with that."

Molly looked at her friends, should she tell them about her dreams. No, she had embarrassed herself enough for one night and if she started thinking about it they might start again. She had managed a few nights sleep without waking up either panting or dripping wet. In fact the last time had been Christmas eve the night before she saw him. Maybe it was seeing his reaction to the woman.

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It was a few days later and Molly stood watching Sherlock. Even from behind he was gorgeous.

He was examining a phone and he didn't seem happy. When she had asked if it was his girlfriends he had given her one of his looks.

Molly gazed at the curls on the back of his head and let her mind wander, she wondered what he would do if she slipped her arms around him from behind? Or ran her fingers through his hair?

Mentally shaking herself Molly began to look busy. The very last thing she needed was for him to turn around and see her drooling over him!

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"You've been avoiding me! Why?"

Molly gasped. He was behind her she could feel his breath.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." She felt his arms come around her and she grasped the edge of the bench to stop her self falling. "I'm going to make it up to you make you feel better."

As his lips traced her ear as he spoke his hands ran down either side of her body before moving back up and round to the front. holding her close he rubbed against her so she could fell him hard and hot.

She moaned.

"Nice?" He whispered. She nodded.

"Molly?"

"Molly?"

Oh dear lord! She was in the lab and he was still there. Had she moaned aloud? Wanting to die she turned on her heel and left Sherlock staring after her.

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