Hey oh give me some dinero. And by that I mean dinner. Any ways this is the story all about how my life got twist turned upside down. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. This is a Sherlock and Molly fable so gather round and let's hear about the consulting detective and the pathologist. Enjoy
It all started that one day in the lab.
"Sherlock, I was wondering... You wouldn't know any good ... Uh um... restaurants " shyly asked Molly Hooper the timid pathologist. Sherlock looked up from his microscope.
"Why would you ask me such a question, I'm not the obvious person to ask" he stated with his bold voice. Molly swallowed and tried again.
"We'll you see I've got this date in two days and we don't really know where or go. And I really trust your opinion" she squeaked. Sherlock looked at Molly with those cold blue eyes and stared at her.
"I though it was official date etiquette that the suitor worries about such detail while the lady enjoys her evening" he replied. Molly looked down.
"We'll Stewart thinks I should, pick so we go somewhere i like" she pipped
"Shouldn't a boyfriend know enought about his lady love to be able to choose for her without her assistance yet still get it right" he said as he returned to his microscope.
"Sherlock we're not dating" she said.
"We'll that's quite obvious" he said. Molly brushed her har behind her ears and looked down at her sample she was working on. Sherlock looked up at her without her knowing. She looked sad and lonely almost depressed. Sherlock went back to looking at his microscope.
"There is a nice Italian bistro 5 blocks from here. I know you like love Italian food" he said. Molly looked up with a half smile on her face.
"How did you deduce that I like Italian food. Does my completion radiate some sort of glow only seem after massive amount of lasagna consumption" she said with a small giggle. Sherlock looked up again with a confused look.
"First of all I believe there is no such thing as pasta radiation. And secondly I didn't deduce it. 6 months ago we where looking at that drowning victim and while I was enspecting his pancreas you talked about your favorite meals all of them being Italian" he said. Molly's was in disbelief. Sherlock had actually listened to something she said, but it was impossible for him to care about her. That wasn't how it worked.
"You actually listen" she said. Sherlock continued to look into her eyes.
"I always listen" he said. Sherlock felt a weird feeling inside him and he didn't like it. He had to leave before it became apparent that something was wrong.
"I must be on my way" he said cutting off his gaze from hers. Molly snapped out of her trance and went back to looking at her sample. Sherlock gathered his possessions and walked out the door. Molly couldn't help but stare at him as he left.
"Looks just as good going away as he does coming in"
Good. Terrible. Better than twilight. Well lets be honest everything is better than twilight am I right. I hope you continue to read. Any who. Thanks for Reading.