So we've got less than two weeks to go until Christmas and I hope you guys are feeling festive and prepared. I've got all my pressies and most are wrapped. Cards are written and sent so let the wine and the chocolates flow and I'll worry about the diet in the New Year ;).

A Molly Make-over

Molly was digging her heels in, 'I do not need a makeover. I'm perfectly happy exactly as I am, why should I have to change my appearance? If he's going to like me he should like me for who I am.'

Mary smiled, 'don't get me wrong Molly. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with you, I'm just saying putting a little bit of sexiness into the mix isn't going to hurt much. Men are visual, you know that. He's just got used to seeing you as background wallpaper and we need to remind him that you can be a pin up poster as well...go on, it'll be fun. I promise I won't make you wear anything too uncomfortable...please.'

In the end Molly rolled her eyes and led the way through to her bedroom so Mary could go through her wardrobe. She'd brought with her a couple of her own tops that she hadn't worn since before the pregnancy, 'this one I never wore at all. You know how it is it seemed like a good idea in the sales but it was never my colour...I reckon it is yours though,' she said holding up a dark green sequined top. It was a halter neck style and when Molly tried it on she had to admit she loved it, it had a draping low cut neckline and seemed to make her boobs look bigger which was always a bonus in Molly's eyes. It would be perfect with her new skinny jeans and heels for a night out.

'You should definitely wear that on Friday when you go out with Lestrade's bunch.'

Molly took a sip of her wine and watched as Mary poured them both out another glass, 'are you not going then?'

Mary sighed, 'no not to this one. Don't worry though John's looking after Lizzie tonight so we both get some nights off...it's all good.'

Mary also found a couple of dresses tucked away at the back of Molly's wardrobe that she thought would come in useful. Molly rooted through the other items that Mary had brought and was surprised to see she had also brought with her a lab coat.

'What on earth have you brought this for? I have more than enough of them at work already.'

'Yes and they're all about three sizes to big for you! You swamp that gorgeous figure in all those jumpers and baggy trousers and coats.'

'Well, I dress for comfort and warmth. It's not that hot in the morgue.'

'I know, I get it. Well for one day and one day only we're going to ramp up the sexy work look and bring the heat back into morgue work.' Molly looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

'OK, OK best I could do. So tomorrow I reckon you should wear this lab coat along with some heels and stockings. We both know Sherlock's powers of observation. He'll know they're not tights even if no one else does. Wear a skirt and top that doesn't show below the coat and his imagination will go into overdrive. He'll want to think you're just in a lab coat with stockings and heels...it'll drive him mad, I guarantee it,'

'Mary you are frightening when it comes to scheming. All I can say is I'm glad you're on my side and not working against me.' They both giggled as Molly tried on a couple of different skirts and tops until Mary found something she approved of.

'And wear those shoes with the ankle strap. Ankle straps are always sexy, and keep the stockings nude coloured, less obvious than black.'

Molly stood in front of the mirror and bit her lip nervously. 'Oh, I don't know Mary, I feel a bit awkward dressed like this for work. He's going to think something's going on.'

Mary smirked, 'he's not going to have enough blood flow into his brain to be thinking much, not when he sees you wearing that. Now how does he prefer your hair?'

Molly frowned, 'I have no idea. He's never commented, at least not sincerely. He used to make fake compliments in the past to get me to do things for him...I mean like seeing records, bodies, things like that...nothing else...unfortunately.'

Mary snorted with laughter, 'no but seriously he may have been manipulating you but he wouldn't have complimented anything unless he genuinely believed it. It's always easier to wrap a lie around a truth... so?'

Molly thought back and remembered him mentioning her hair one time in the canteen when he wanted access to some corpses she'd already processed; she told Mary.

'Perfect, make sure to do your hair like that then.' She glanced at her watch and huffed, 'nearly midnight, I suppose I'd better go. You've got work in the morning and I've got night feeds to look forward to. So wear this tomorrow, John's already told me that he and Sherlock are going in so it should all work out brilliantly. Let me know how it goes.'

She hugged Molly and said goodnight leaving her friend wondering if she could really carry off a sexy office look.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

The next day Molly was grateful she wasn't in first thing as it gave her more time to get ready. Normally she just showered and slung her hair up in a ponytail before grabbing whatever comfy clothes were nearest to hand but today she spent a bit of extra time on her hair, parting it to the side and putting it up in a complicated chignon. Then she dressed in the outfit Mary had picked out and carefully applied her make up.

She had to admit that when she looked at herself in the mirror she did look good. She smiled and wondered whether Sherlock would even notice let alone say something. If he did she hoped it wouldn't be anything nasty, it was always a danger with him even if he had been more careful around her in recent years.

She got into work just after lunch and settled down to some paperwork in the lab; glad to stay out of the freezing morgue, she really wasn't dressed for autopsies.

Just as John had predicted Sherlock turned up about an hour later just as Molly was carrying some letters across the room to put in the post tray. In her nervousness at seeing him she managed to drop what she was carrying and quickly hunched down to pick them up.

As she did she saw his feet appear in her eye line and she looked up at him from her position on the floor. She didn't realise it but the angle gave Sherlock a perfect unhindered view straight down the V of her lab coat to her cleavage. He quickly averted his eyes and cleared his throat a little but the damage was done.

He was still gentleman enough to offer her his hand to help her stand back up and it was then that he noticed her full outfit or lack of it. His eyes narrowed and if Molly hadn't been looking out for it she would have missed the way his eyes quickly raked up and down her body. She blushed, wondering what he was thinking, but he just said a quick hello and moved to one side so she could get past him. She missed the way his eyes followed her across the room as he tried to work out if she actually had anything on under that lab coat.

By the time she got back to her desk Sherlock was sitting in front of his normal microscope setting out the slides he wanted to examine and removing the Christmas baubles that Molly had hung over the eyepiece and dials. It was at that point that John came in carrying three cups of coffee. 'Oh good you are here Molly. I brought you a coffee just in case,' he said as he set down one of the paper cups from a nearby coffee shop on her desk. As he did he let out a low whistle which made Sherlock jerk his head up to look at them.

'Wowza Molly. I like the outfit, hot date after work?'

Molly smiled and blushed ducking her head, 'no, I just fancied a change that's all. Glad you like it.'

'I more than like it, you look great. Doesn't she Sherlock?' He asked as he made his way over with the coffee placing it in front of the detective who was now looking everywhere but at Molly.

'I...um...hadn't noticed.'

John raised an eyebrow and took a dramatic step backwards, 'I'm sorry, the most observant guy on the planet and you hadn't noticed!'

Sherlock looked up irritably, 'fine, yes Molly you look good, now can we please get on with these tests a man's freedom does depend on the outcome.'

Molly wandered over, 'anything I can help you with?'

Sherlock glanced up at her again trying not to think about her outfit, it really was very distracting and he needed to concentrate on the case but he accepted her help all the same, Molly was often much more useful in the lab than John was even if she did catch his eye today every time she bent over.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

It was only later, after they'd taken their evidence to Lestrade and wrapped up the case, that Sherlock allowed himself to revisit his feelings on seeing Molly earlier that day.

He was disconcerted by how much today's outfit had affected him. At that moment when she had been kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with her lips parted he had physically reacted to her in a way he honestly hadn't expected to. His mind had sunk straight into the gutter and his only thought had been this is how she would look just before taking my cock into her mouth for a blow job.

The thought made him shudder and even now he could feel blood pulsing into his manhood. It was as though she had reached into his brain and pulled out all of his fantasies in one go. Her hair was in his favourite style, her makeup was subtle but effective and the effect of her outfit had been to give him the impression that she was wearing nothing more than a lab coat, stockings and heels. He'd suddenly realised he had a secret kink for a naked woman in a lab coat and Molly had gone a long way towards fulfilling it.

He sat in his chair and blocked out the sounds of John moving around in the kitchen complaining about the mess and the lack of food. He steepled his hands and closed his eyes; something was wrong...off somehow and he needed to work out what.

Ten minutes later he came out of his mind palace to find John sitting at the table behind him, no doubt going through their emails.

'What's going on?' Asked Sherlock quietly.

'I'm sorry...what?'

Sherlock turned in his chair and looked up at John, 'I said what's going on. Molly has been acting strange, first there was the incident with that idiot Johnson. Then today she was dressed more like an escort than a doctor and you seem to have had an unnatural interest recently in when I am going to be a Barts. So I'm asking you again what is going on? You know I'll work it out for myself so you might as well save me the time and tell me. I also suspect it is connected to why you have been trying to tell me I have to go to this pub night tomorrow.'

John slumped in his seat wondering not for the first time whether he should be more afraid of Sherlock or his wife, 'fine...I'll tell you.'

Come on, it was only a matter of time before Sherlock figured out that something was up wasn't it. Do we blame John for caving and how will Sherlock react when he finds he's been the centre of a set up? Come back soon and find out.