"So how long are you planning on staying?" Molly asked while she was washing dishes from breakfast.
"I'm not entirely sure yet..." He drawled, like his mind wasn't focusing on what he was saying.
"Helpful", Molly huffed.
"I -" Sherlock began, but immediately dismissed the statement with a flick of his hand.
"You what, Sherlock?" Molly spun around to face him, "You know very well I can't stand when you just stop midway through a sentence!"
He peeked up at her through his eyelashes as she stood over him, a sight she'd never thought she'd see.
"I am sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused by inviting myself into your home", he whispered.
"Sorry?" Molly shook her head, "You've nothing to be sorry for Sherlock, not from my position anyways. You needed a place to stay, I gave it to you. Believe me, you wouldn't be here if I didn't want you to be", she half smiled, attempting to lighten Sherlock's mood.
He looked up at her, "You think you could throw me out?" He chuckled.
"As a matter of fact, yes!" She challenged.
"And how would you go about that!" He sneered.
"You're a male Sherlock, you have one major weakness that we women don't", she smiled. Sherlock smiled too. Her attempts to cheer him up were succeeding.
He stood up suddenly, "Im bored!" He stalked over to the couch and threw himself on it.
"Oh my gosh! You're such a baby!" She teased as she flicked his feet off the end of the lounge so she could take a seat.
He scowled at her, "It's not my fault your flat is so dull!"
Molly shook her head, switched on the T.V. and picked up her book.
"Why do you turn on the television whilst reading Molly?" He hoisted himself up a little higher on the lounge.
"It creates background noise, Sherlock", she hummed and went back to her story.
"A waste of electricity I what it is", he mumbled and turned his head into the lounge.
Molly picked up the remote and switched it off, "Happy now? Gosh, I changed my mind! You're even more of a baby then a baby!"
"Doesn't even make sense", he sniffed.
"If you don't shut up, Sherlock Holmes, I'm going to punch you in the face".
He glared at her for a moment, waiting for her to turn back and take back her threat, she didn't. He attempted to stretch his legs a little, but Molly wouldn't budge. He lifted his legs, as though he were about to rest then on Molly's lap.
"Don't you even dare..." She warned.
He let out an exasperated sigh, "You're worse than John!" He pouted a little before he burst off the couch and headed up the hall.
"Heading to bed already?" Molly sighed, glancing at the clock that only read 10:30 am.
"No, Molly", he turned back to her and leaned on the door frame, "Im trying to think of something to do, since you seem to want nothing to do but make my life boring".
"What do you want me to do?!" She snapped her book shut and set it on the table.
"If I knew that, you'd be doing it!" He shouted.
Molly lifted her self off the lounge and closed the gap between the two, "Did you just yell at me, Sherlock Holmes, in my own home?" She pursed her lips.
"Technically, I yelled to you..." He looked down at her, she stood about a foot shorter than him, but never, had she looked so intimidating.
"Technically? I don't care about your technicalities! You do not yell at me, or too me, in my home! Or you can guarantee you will not be in it for much longer!" She spun on her heel and dropped back on the couch.
"I am sorry, Molly", Sherlock closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, "I am a guest in your home, and by your recent actions, not a very welcome one. I had no right to do what I did, and I promise to never yell at you again", he walked over and dropped down next to her.
She reached out her hand and extended her little finger, "Pinky swear?"
Sherlock scoffed, but when he looked into her eyes he saw no trace of humour. He hooked his long pale finger with hers, "Pinky swear", he sighed.
She smiled and nodded to herself confidently, she reached down and grabbed her book.
"Sherlock Holmes, reduced to pinky swears", he spat and wrinkled his nose.
Molly was working the late shift at the morgue tonight, hence her reluctance to change out of her pyjamas or do anything productive. Sherlock, on the other hand, was bustling around her flat, rearranging her DVD collection into some kind of order, along with her cutlery draw and her bathroom cabinet. She drew the line at her underwear draw, "A girl deserves her privacy!" She growled at him when he broached the subject.
He flicked his hand at her dismissively, "Nonsense Molly, you seem to be forgetting that I've done several loads of laundry as of late, and have handled baskets full of your knickers!"
She put her face in her hands, "Sherlock, stay away from my underwear drawer".
He huffed and trudged down the hall, she heard him fall onto the bed.
Molly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. How long and she been sleeping? She looked outside and noticed that it was pitch black, SHIT! I'm late for work, she leapt off the couch and ran for her room. She burst in to see Sherlock laying on her bed staring up at her ceiling.
"What're you doing?"
"Thinking", he purred.
"Can't you think in your bed?"
"Yours was closer and quite a lot more comfortable", he faced her, "Can we swap?"
"No we can't bloody swap! No if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for work!" She shooed him off the bed where she'd laid out her clothes.
He leaned against the doorframe, " Don't bother, they rang about two hours ago and explained that they were busy with something else in the lab, you were sleeping", he shrugged at her confused look.
"You didn't let them know who you were, then?"
"Of course not! I'm not stupid!" He scoffed.
"Just making sure! Gosh. Can you leave now? I'm still in my pyjamas..." Molly smoothed her crinkled shirt.
Sherlock held his hands up in surrender and backed out of the room. Molly began stripping off and walking into her little ensuite. She let the steam from the bath water fill the room before she dipped her foot in to test the water, 'perfect', she breathed.
Soaking in the tub was just what she needed. All the built up tension in her neck and shoulders from dealing with Sherlock was released. She sunk into the water, her mind drifting about, conjuring up wild fairy tales.
She must have fallen asleep, because she didn't even hear Sherlock enter her room and walk up to the bathroom door, she only heard his insistent knocking.
"What? Sherlock, what do you want?" She yelled.
"You've been in there for two hours, I was simply making sure you were okay", he said through the door.
"Oh! Two hours really? I must've fallen asleep..." She trailed off as she stepped up out of the bath and wrapped a blue towel around herself.
She thrust the door open and stepped straight into Sherlock, who was apparently still standing at the door. They topple over onto the floor, Molly's face plastered wit shock at first, then pure humiliation. Sherlock just looked amused. Molly pushed herself up off of him and pulled the towel around herself tighter.
"Oh gosh, Sherlock! Sorry! I didn't know you were still standing there!" She blurted.
"No need for apologies Molly", he smirked, standing up and brushing himself off, "That towel does more for your figure than your usual clothes have ever done", and with that he stepped out of her room.
Molly's face turned a furious shade of red. She threw her clothes on quickly and slumped down on her bed, building up the courage to face Sherlock.
She glanced at the clock, 9:45pm. Wow, she really had slept all day! And then another two hours in the tub!
She calmed herself down enough to walk slowly into the lounge across from Sherlock.
"Enjoy your two hour bath?" He chuckled.
"Yes, thank you!" She raised her chin and sit back in the chair, "What're we watching?"
"The news" He looked at Molly, "It's boring".
"It always is", she sighed and picked up her book from the table.
"I think I want my violin", Sherlock pondered.
"And how're you going to go about that?"
"I was kind of hoping you could get it for me?"
"Isn't John bringing your stuff over someday soon?"
"But I want it now", he whined.
She glared at him.
"...Or it could wait..." He muttered.
"Damn right it will", she huffed.
'Where'd my sweet Molly go?' Sherlock thought to himself.
