You say yes I say no you say stop and I say go go go. You say Goodbye and I say Hello. Wow it's like a musical up in here. Anyway this is another chapter in this wonderful enterprise i call writing and the fact that I got say the word enterprise in a non-Star Trek related thing makes me giddy. I hope you like it. Enjoy

Molly's shift in the morgue was almost over and she was ready to go home. It had been a rough day, an entire apartment complex had burnt down adding up to a totally of 64 crispy bodies. Even with 4 people assisting her it was a full day. She just had one more body to go and she would be done. Maybe when she got home Sherlock would see that she had had a rough day and pamper her. Molly let out a small giggle. Yeah right like that was ever going to happen. Sherlock go out of his way to make her feel good, please. They had been dating for 10 months now and the only nice thing he had ever done was the one time her took Toby to the vet. Oh and the time when she had stayed late and he had all of Scotland Yard looking for her and the ... Well maybe she had spoken to soon. Molly removed the corpses' chest plate and examined the heart it was to small for a man it must be a female. Molly put the heart aside and continued with her work. After a long while she had finally finished. She walked over to one of the cabinets where they kept the bodies and opened the door. She started to pull out the slab when she saw something on its surface. Molly quickly grabbed it. It was a rolled up piece of paper. Molly was confused so she unrolled the paper. It said

I've planned this case for you in hopes that your smart (and beautiful) enough to reach the end. To find the next clue go to the place where you saved me

Molly didn't know what to think about this. I had to be Sherlock, no one else would dare hit on her after they saw what he did emotional to that poor med student. Poor kid. This wasn't Sherlock's MO, he didn't do this kind of stuff. Her best bet would be to follow the clues and see what happened. The place you saved me, that had to be the top of St. Bart's. Molly hurriedly put the body into its slot and gathered her stuff. She almost flew up the steps to the roof. When she finally got up their she looked around and on the ledge that Sherlock had fallen off of was another rolled up piece of paper taped to the ledge. Molly grabbed it and began to read.

Well, well, well you got the first one. To bad this next one won't be as easy. The location you need to find next is at the place where we first told John about our relationship and Lestrade for that matter. Once your there I'll text you the next clue

Molly stepped away from the edge and reread to clue. That would lead her to Baker Street. That had been a particularly embarrassing day that she would not soon forget. Molly bolted off the roof and made her way down the stairs again. Once she got outside the building she hailed a cab. It pulled up and she got inside. The ride seemed long to Molly, but it would seem long to an home trying to figure out a mystery. She looked at the back of the cabbies head, but that's all it was the back of a head. It contained no clues or solutions. What seemed like an eternity later the cab pulled up in front of 221 B Baker Street.

"Can you wait for me I won't be long" Molly asked the cabbie.

"Certainly". Molly jumped out of the cab and used the key that Sherlock had given her 2 months ago. She bounded up the stairs and ran into Sherlock's room.

"Molly is there something you need" asked John. Molly shook her head and stood in Sherlock's room. John rolled his eyes and went back from whence he came. Molly waited and then her phone buzzed. Molly was confused she had a personal ringtone for Sherlock why didn't it go off. She looked at the screen and it was from the unknown number.

Very good Molly. Your defiantly smarter than the average pathologist. Your next clue is waiting for you. I've already sent your cabbie the location

This was getting weird. Molly walked out of the room and left the flat. She agains climbed into the cab and before she could say anything they where off. Molly payed attention this time, where was she going. They drove down a few streets and eventually arrived on a road known well by every Brit.

"Are we going to the palace" asked Molly. The driver said nothing and continued to drive. Soon they came up to the gates and where stopped by the guards. The cabbie showed them and slip of paper and the guards let us pass. The cab entered the grounds and Molly had never been so scared and excited in her life. Across the way she saw 3 people waiting for her. The cab pulled up in front of them and stopped. Molly shockingly grabbed the door handle and got out. She walked up to the three people and saw that they where two guards and one person in a hooded cloak. Then she heard the cab drive away

"Are you Miss. Hooper" asked the hooded person who, judging by the voice, was a woman.

"Yes" Molly timidly said.

"I have a message for you" she said.

"Who told you to do this" asked Molly. The hooded person sighed.

"I owe a favor to a certain person who made sure some compromising photos of myself didn't leak out into the public" she said. Molly kept herself from laughed. The hood wasn't helpful she knew exactly who this was.

"You said you had a message" asked Molly.

"Are you impressed yet. I have a feeling you are, but this doesn't matter. You need to make your way to a nearby park. You'll find something particularly interest on a bench" said the woman. Molly processed the information and nodded. Then the woman and the guards walked away.

"I'm not impressed. Tell him that" Molly asked, but they kept walking away. Molly walked off of the palace grounds and tried to ignore the stares of the guards. She picked up a map at a nearby stand, looked for the nearest park, and made her way to it. Finally she found a walkway and looked around for a bench. She didn't see any, they seemed to have disappeared. After walking for a few minutes she did see one bench, but it had five teenagers sitting in it. Certainly not who she was looking for. As she passed the teens she heard whispers and shushes, but though nothing of them.

"Your insecure don't know what for

Your turning heads when you walk throughout the door

Don't need make-up to cover up

Being the way that you are is enough" sang someone from behind her.

Molly turned and saw the 5 teens get up. They all where singing at her, and she finally recognized them. They where One Direction, her favorite band. The kept singing at her until it came to her favorite part and one of the boys go into her face.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair get s me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell" then he pulled away and finished the song.

When they where done Molly was in tears.

"Are you impressed yet" asked the group.

"No" replied Molly.

"Your last location is simple just go wherever you want. If I'm any good at my job I'll know where to find you and I'll be waiting for you" they all said. Molly pulled her self together and thanked the boys. Then she waved goodbye and went off. The first idea that popped into Molly's head was to go back to the morgue, but she knew he would go there so she had to think of something else. Molly pulled out her map and closed her eyes and let her finger pick a random street.

"Chapel Street" she said. It wasn't to far so she walked. Even if this did turned out to be for nothing she still was going to get a work out. Eventually she found Chapel St. As she turned to corner she saw two or three people here and there. Certainly no one who looked like Sherlock. She stopped in front of a jewelry store and sat on a bench next to a man outside.

"Impressed yet" said a deep voice from beside her. She looked over and sure enough. There he was. Her tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend Sherlock Holmes.

"No" she said. Sherlock smiled and turned to face her. He had something in his hand that Molly couldn't see. Sherlock took a deep breath and got off the bench and got down on one knee. Molly started to cry as he opened the small box in his hand to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring Molly had ever seen.

"How about now" he asked.

"Maybe just a little" Molly replied.

" Molly will you please become my wife" he finally asked. Molly felt tears roll down her cheeks as she tried to find words to speak.

"Yes of course" she said. Sherlock smiled as took hold of Molly's hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

I don't care what anyone says that is the best dang proposal EVER. It is a little far fetched but that doesn't matter. I really hoped you like it and I wish you would favorite and comment. But please remember to be nice. Thanks for Reading