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Hope you enjoy this new chapter.

A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat and BBC.

It was supposed to be the evening of her life. Right?

But, the minute both Sherlock and Molly stepped out of the taxi, everything turned into a disaster. Suddenly all the press was there. Reporters started asking them questions—some even dared to ask them if their sex was good—and the others kept taking pictures of them, flashes blinding Molly slightly. She was never center of attention before. She had no idea why she was now. Then it hit her. She was with the Great Sherlock Holmes who people loved to hear news about. The worst part was, Sherlock was holding her hand to protect her from the reporters coming too close to her. Why on earth is he even holding my hand? Molly thought, feeling more and more uncomfortable every minute. Normally, him holding her hand would feel good but now it was just making things worse. When they finally reached the door of the restaurant, a male reporter managed to come up to her and whispered in her ear: "How does it feel like? Shagging the Great Sherlock Holmes, the Consulting Detective?"

She flinched at his words and looked at him with disgust. She could imagine the tabloids for tomorrow from now. She knew she made a big mistake to agree to his dinner date. But she didn't know they were coming to a very fancy restaurant up until now. He didn't tell her where he was taking her in the taxi and told her it was a surprise. Sherlock Holmes didn't make surprises. There was more to this dinner date and she just figured that out. Stupid, Molly, stupid,she thought as they finally got inside the restaurant.

"What was that about?" Molly hissed at Sherlock once they were inside and let go of his hand immediately.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock answered her with a question which annoyed her more.

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. You don't hold hands, Sherlock Holmes, and you most certainly don't make surprises. So, what was that about?" She repeated her sentence once more, looking at the waiter approaching them with a deadly look. The waiter decided it wasn't a good time and left them alone. They were still standing in front of the front door and Molly was not going to move unless she got a proper answer from Sherlock.

He shrugged. "I thought you'd like it."

Molly narrowed her eyes. "Like it? Can you imagine what the newspapers will say tomorrow? I even heard one of the reporters say 'The Great Consulting Detective's New One-Night-Stand will be a good headline'! I am screwed!"

"You're not a one-night-stand." He said and waved his hand to dismiss John's voice in his mind. –You're an ass Sherlock. –Shut up John!

Molly folded her arms on her chest. "Really? Then what I am Sherlock? Can you give an answer to that?"

Sherlock frowned. "What are you so angry about?"

Molly sighed, her shoulders dropping. "Sherlock, people will think I'm another Janine for you. Another toy you can play with. And sometimes, you really make me feel like I am one."

Sherlock took a step towards her. "So you think that I'm using you?"

Molly opened her mouth to say something but he didn't let her and continued talking. "You think I am being dishonest?"

With one more step, he was inches away from her. "You think I'm playing with you? Is that what you think of me? A liar?"

Molly's eyes teared up and she felt all her muscles tense. She had nothing to say. Because deep inside, that's what she actually thought of this… thing they had. Sometimes when she woke up after sex without him beside her, she would think he was done with her. Then he would come around again, eventually. After a while, this became a routine for them. He would come, they would have sex, chat for a while and he would be gone in the morning. These last few weeks though, had been different. He would stay for the whole night. He would be there in the morning, caressing her hair, having breakfast with her. He, without noticing it, became domestic around Molly.

He was disappointed in her. How could she think like that? After all that he has told her yesterday. Why did she not believe that she was important to him? Why was he supposed to repeat everytime he saw her that she mattered the most? That she counted? They've been over this a million times now.

"You're unbelievable." He snapped at her. "How many more times do I have to tell you I care about you? That you're not some random girl in my life? I wonder if you'll believe me someday. You make me wonder, Molly Hooper. And I never wonder. Ever."

Molly started crying at his words and he just stood there, watched her cry for a few minutes. Molly then dashed to the bathroom of the restaurant, leaving Sherlock behind.

He considered going back to Baker Street but he knew the press would still be outside and that would be a problem. Plus, if he left her there all alone, that'd be the last straw for her. He would lose her for sure and he didn't want that, whatsoever. So he called the waiter, told him to call a taxi to come. The restaurant had a backdoor and he wanted the taxi to come there, so the press wouldn't see them leaving.

Sherlock waited exactly where he was till Molly came back from the bathroom. They were not having a dinner date tonight. Not tonight.

Hope you enjoyed it. One more chapter to go and then it'll be over. But things will get better between the two of them, I promise! (:

xoxo Louvreangel