There is something wrong Molly thought. With Sherlock. I can tell there is something wrong. It could be all this stuff with Jim which means its my fault, I introduced them. He thinks its my fault too he told me I should stay single. But when I told him I knew something was wrong he looked surprised that I had noticed. Not happy, just surprised.

Molly was thoughtful; Sherlock and John were on a job, they had come to use the lab to do some traces on stuff they hsd found on the job, but as soon as she saw him she could tell there was something wrong.

What Molly really wanted was to hold him and tell him everything would be OK. What she had actually done was tell him what she saw and let him know she was there if he needed her.

What disturbed her more than anything though was how he looked at John when she had said he looked sad. She had heard people say they were in a relationship but Molly didn't believe that. What she did believe after today however was that he loved John. How she knew she wasn't sure, but you wouldn't look that sad and try and hide it if you didn't care deeply for someone.

She supposed she should be grateful, he hadn't mentioned her embarrassing herself the last time he had been at the lab, but then maybe that's why he'd brought John this time to protect himself! Groaning Molly bought herself a sandwich and some crisps and decided to eat them in the canteen, hopefully they would be finished and gone by the time she got back.

After the last dream Molly decided she needed to do something. She had made sure she saw more of Jen and Sammy. She had also started going out for lunch rather than staying in the hospital. Maybe if she could just meet someone else she wouldn't spend her life fantasising about Sherlock. His comment about Jim being her boyfriend, telling her not to date, it hurt. What she needed to do was convince him she wasn't interested in him any more; that she had moved on.

"You can have me!" Why had she said that. She was trying to act like she didn't care and she had said 'you can have me.' Finishing her lunch Molly threw her rubbish in the bin and went to find Jen. Asking her friend to phone and see who was in the lab Molly waited, waited until she knew for certain he was gone.

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The afternoon passed quickly, Jen had promised she would go to the pub with her after work so Molly returned and began looking at the mess they had left behind. Shaking her head she wondered how someone so brilliant could function when they seemed to leave a trail of chaos in there wake.

She pondered his latest case. Why was it always Jim. Everyone seemed to think he was brilliant. Well the Jim she knew hadnt been brilliant. The dates that she had thought were so sweet were obviously not what they seemed. Sherlock said he had broken into the Bank of England, how was that even possible! The Jim she knew was clumsy and quiet. Yet Sherlock said he had done so many horrible things. Was it her? was she such a bad judge of character? If she was, maybe she was wrong about Sherlock too.

Having tidied up Molly then began her work. She was late; her extended lunch then tidying after Sherlock meant she was at least 2 hours behind in the work she had to do before she could leave.

She was just turning off the lights to go meet Jen when she heard him

"You were wrong you know, you do count."

Jesus! She almost had a heart attack. How long had he been there? Spinning round her heart stopped.

She had been right; there was definably something wrong. Sherlock then began to talk. Talk to her like he never had before. He told her of Jim's plan, that he, the great Sherlock Holmes wanted her help. He explained what he needed to do and how she could help. Molly agreed.

Pulling out her phone she called Jen and told her that she had a migraine so was going home then she sat with Sherlock and planned. It felt good. All her dedication to her job suddenly needed by Sherlock. Her precision, along with his, would be the thing that saved him. She listened as he told her his plan; she gave him ideas to fine tune the details then he asked her to promise she would tell no one. Of course she agreed, without hesitating she agreed, and then as he asked she waited.

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It was nearly midnight and Molly sat in bed. She had the news on and it was full of Sherlock. How he had died. How he appeared to have committed suicide. How the police were not looking for anyone else.

Molly saw John in some of the shots. The pain on his face made her feel sick knowing the secret she held. That look wasn't because of the loss of an a work colleague; she had been right that was love. But she had promised, promised to tell no one, so now she had to stay here and wait. He said he would be in touch. So she would wait.

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Molly felt him. She felt his breath and then his warmth.

"I need you."

Molly stirred. She wasn't asleep, she was sure she wasn't asleep. She blinked then turned to the sound of the voice. He was there.

"Sherlock?" She whispered.

"I need you Molly. Please."

"I thought... of course I will help, but I thought what happened today … what else do you need."

"Molly I need you. Let me..." and leaning down Sherlock looked Molly straight in the eye and sucked on his finger before tracing it gently across her breast, circling the nipple. Molly frowned, it was like her dream, how did he...

"You were here? I didn't dream?..."

"No Molly, you didn't dream, you have helped me Molly, so much more that you know and now I am going to help you." Lowering his head Sherlock gently kissed her. His fingers continued to stroke and play with her breast as he let his tongue trace hers.

Molly closed her eyes. Oh god please don't let this be another dream!

Pulling back Sherlock stood and shrugged off his coat throwing it onto the chair behind him, turning back he smiled at Molly and sat down on the side of the bed. He started to unbutton his shirt but Molly sat up and began to do it for him. She leant in to kiss him as she worked the buttons open. Once she reached the belt of his trousers she broke the kiss and pulled back to look at him. She squeezed her eyes shut then opening them looked into his blue eyes and smiled.

Sherlock began to take her night clothes off. He kissed and licked each inch of flesh as he exposed it, causing her to gasp and claw at his back trying to pull him to her.

Finally he had removed her clothes and pulled her flat onto the bed. Leaning over her he moved with purpose. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth Molly cried out feeling herself close to cumming.

Oh please don't let it end she thought, I need him.

"Sherlock" she whispered. "I need you too."

He lifted his head and nodded. Standing he quickly shed his trousers and boxers. Molly eyes widened as she looked at him. He was stunning, but she was nervous, his erection so much bigger than she had imagined, seeing her look Sherlock whispered, "we can stop, you don't have to do this."

"No. I want to its just, I am not exactly experienced."

"Molly, you want to stop at any point and we stop, I promise." Looking at his eyes still filled with the sadness she had seen this morning Molly knew he needed this as much she did. Needed the comfort, needed human contact.

Pulling him towards her Molly kissed him again. It was different this time; it was as if she had given him her permission and that was all he needed. Sherlock took control. He pulled Molly on top of him so he was on his back and she was sat on his thighs. His erection between them Sherlock grasped himself in his hand and pumped a few times then held it upright and looked at her.

"Just go slowly," he whispered, "just do it slowly." Molly lifted up resting her hands on his upper arms to keep her balance she let him guide himself to her entrance. The feel of him was so good. As she lowered a little she saw him close his eyes tight, breathing shallow and fighting for control. Molly moved her gaze to his penis and watched as she sunk down onto him, until he was in her completely.

"Molly." He whispered desperately. "So tight... Please..."

He opened his eyes then to look at her and she saw the hunger and need in them. Nodding she gasped as without hesitation he flipped her over and began to move. Slowly at first withdrawing then pushing back he kept a steady rythum. Molly could feel every inch of him. He had his hands in her hair as he kissed her before raising his head and moving stroking her breasts with one hand as he watched supporting his weight on the other. She could see he was wanting more, needed something.

"What do you want?" She asked his gaze flew to her face and she nodded, not sure what she was agreeing to but not caring she had never felt like this before she would take whatever he wanted to give.

Suddenly he pulled out completed and she groaned in disappointment. He pulled her under him turning her again so her face was down on the pillow and her bottom pulled up to his hips. Holding her still he entered from behind. "Ohhhh" she gasped feeling him touch parts of her he hadn't before.

Sherlock groaned. "Molly i'm so close. I can't..."

He leant over and began sucking hard on her neck, his hand reaching round and finding her clit. As he felt he tighten at his touch Sherlock lost the little control he had left and began pumping into her. He was relentless, one finger constantly flicking her clit as she cried out, trembling as her orgasm took over. He didn't stop; holding her tight against him he thrust harder and faster until he shouted out and began to pump into her again and again she could feel him trembling as he almost fell on top of her completely spent.

He didn't say anything just pulled her close and held her.

Resting her head on his chest Molly shut her eyes it was better than any dream! She would keep his secret until he was ready to go back to John.

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A/N:This is my first Sherlock fic, would love to know what you think ;-)