Hello everyone, have I got something for you. Today I found someone on Pinterest, more like my long lost twin and we had a conversation about a Sherlolly fic. I think this will be pretty spectacular. ENJOY

"Molly do you have any corpses today, I need to do an experiment" he asked as he walked into the morgue. Molly turned around in her chair and looked at the detective. He looked at same as he always did, long coat, curly hair, nothing unusual.

"No Sherlock, I'm having a slow day. I don't know if that's a good thing or not" she said casually. Sherlock looked around the morgue, making sure Molly hadn't overlooked anybody.

"Are you sure" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure Sherlock" She said. Sherlock walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Can you get one for me" he asked. Molly was appalled.

"Are you asking me to kill someone so you can experiment on them" she asked.

"No certainly not, just call in a favor or something" he asked as Molly rolled her eyes.

"What do you suggest, I just call up Lestrade and ask him to send over a body. Come on Sherlock use your brain" she said as Sherlock started to twirl a piece of her hair with his fingers.

"Your hair is looking rather stunning today Molly, have you switched hair care products" he said knowing full well she still used her blue bottle of Herbal Essences.

"Don't pull that crap on me Sherlock, it doesn't work anymore" she said coldly as he cursed silently in his head. Molly used to be easy before the fall, now she was just like John. Well Molly didn't punch him in the face, but whatever. Sherlock watched as Molly returned to her work. He didn't know how to solve this problem, he could do it the logical way, or he could do it they way John's girlfriends did it. He decided on the later. Sherlock took a deep breath and morphed his face into the saddest puppy dog frown he could muster then he tapped on Molly's shoulder. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him.

"If you think that you can get your way by giving me that look you've got another thing coming" she said, but Sherlock didn't say anything. He just kept his face up.

"If you keep it up any longer it's going to freeze that way" she recounted, but Sherlock didn't listen. The rest of the day pasted on and Sherlock kept end up his face the whole time. As Molly was leaving Sherlock followed her, through the halls, down the street and into a cab.

"Sherlock your not going to get what you want by following me around all day with the stupid face" she said, but Sherlock still continued on. He still had his face on when the cab stopped in front of 221B Baker Street.

"Sherlock we're home now, I can't deliver you a body now" she said attempting to get him to stop, but he didn't. She gave up and went inside the flat. She used the keys and walked into the flat that she, John, Mary, and Sherlock all shared. Sure it got crowded sometimes,but everyone was usually to busy looking at their partner's face to care. Molly set her stuff down on the kitchen table, which ever since Mary had moved in hadn't had one piece of science glassware on it. Molly meandered her way to the soda and turned on the tv. She looked over and Sherlock was right there, as he had been all day.

"I'm going it watch some Doctor Who reruns, so brace yourself" she warned. She turned around and turned on her favorite tv show. It was the one where David Tennant destroys that building full of cat nuns, it was one of Molly's favorites. Molly turned to check on Sherlock and he was still right there giving her that silly puppy face. She payed no attention and went back to her show. After the cat nun show came the next one, the one where David dies. Molly always cries no matter how many times she's seen it. Usually Sherlock would find her curled up under a mountain of tissues and he'd give her a hug and remind him that he was coming back for the 50th anniversary. After the worse hour of her life, Molly felt tired.

"I'm going to go to bed Sherlock" she told him. She got up and walked into their bedroom and he of corse followed. Molly gathered her pajamas and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Sherlock attempted to go in with her but he was stopped.

"Ohhh no you don't, you can keep up your little pouty face outside" she said as she closed the door in his face. While Sherlock waited for her, John suddenly came into the hallway. He looked at Sherlock's face and the fact that he was waiting out side of a bathroom. Something was amiss.

"Are you ok Sherlock" John asked, but Sherlock didn't say anything.

"He is pouting because there where no bodies in the morgue, and about the fact that I couldn't make one appear" said Molly from the other side of the door. John was now utterly baffled. He knew that Sherlock was attractive and that might be a reason for Molly to deal with him, but no amount of beauty could make up for this pitiful display.

"I'm glad Mary isn't crazy" he said. The two men heard the door knob turn and Molly stepped out in a hot lacy tank top and matching shorts.

"He's not crazy, this is probably something genius he's stumbled onto we just can't interpret it as intelligent" she said.

"Of corse he could just be nuts" she finished. Molly walked down the hall and as she left Sherlock looked her up and down with his stupid puppy face. Something told John this thing wouldn't last much longer. Sherlock followed Molly into their bedroom and closed the door. Molly slid into her bed and pulled up the covers. Moments passed until Molly felt the covers being lifted and the other side of the bed started to sink down. Molly rolled over and Sherlock's stupid face greeted her.

"Are you going to do this all night" she asked, but she got no reply. Molly sighed and rolled over trying to ignore him so she could go to sleep, but she felt those eyes starring into her. She rolled over, finally she had cracked.

"FINE, I will text Lestrade" she said. Sherlock's face relaxed into a devilish smile and he kissed Molly's forehead.

"Thank you Molly" he then he jumped out of bed much to Molly's surprise.

"Hey, aren't you going to stay here, I put on my sexy pajamas" said Molly.

"I would stay here, but I have to do my experiment for a case. If you would have called Lestrade 10 hours ago we could be in the middle of something, but who am I to complain. I got to spend all day with the girl I love and I get a dead body" he said as he made his way out of the room.

"Screw you Sherlock" she said to herself. Suddenly Sherlock's head popped back into the room.

"I would if I could Molly, because you do look hotter than the sun" he said as she disappeared again. Molly mumbled something under her breath and she pulled up the covers over her head.

"How would you know"

Heylo everyone. I could totally see something like this happening, Sherlcok is just craft enough to do it don't you think. Also I would like to dedicate this story to the victims of the Boston bombing. I hope you enjoyed the story, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING.