So here is the third chapter. I tried to write from Sherlocks point of view as well, and I hope I captured his essence. He is hard to write because one doesn't simply know what's going on in his brilliant head. Hope you enjoy this one.

English is still not my first language. So bare with me if there is any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters but I do own the dead McCreary

Chapter 3

Suspicions

When Molly was walking home after her long, quite puzzling day, she felt like she was being watched. She ignored it, thinking that it was probably stress from what she had found in Tucker McCreary's pocket. The note with the code that she knew all too well. She had been so careful that she thought it impossible that anyone from her turmoil past could have found her. She was dead to them. She had made sure that she was.

The code was just a coincidence. It was nothing. She was sure of it. Then why was she hiding evidence from Lestrade and Sherlock?

Because deep down she knew that it wasn't just a coincidence.

She was getting paranoid. And she had probably made Sherlock suspicious with her "out-of-place"-behaviour. It wasn't good. She needed him to believe that she was the shy pathologist with a huge crush on him. If Sherlock couldn't figure out who she really was then there was nobody who could and that made her safe. She needed Sherlock for this.

But she also needed him in another way. A deeper way. Although she knew that it was never going to happen. The truth was that she really loved him. She had fallen in love with him from the moment that she saw him. And she knew that there had been no going back after he had impressed her with his skills. He was remarkable. Brilliant. He knew he was. And that was what made him unreachable.

She didn't count. Only when he needed her to do something. She's a means to an end. But the fact of the matter is that she will always love him. No matter what.

"It's pathetic, isn't it?" She thought to herself.

Of course it is! Who, in their right mind, falls in love with a man who is obviously emotionally unavalaible?

When she came up to her flat she decided that she needed to re-invent Molly Hooper. Molly Hooper needed to get over her crush on Sherlock Holmes. She needed stability. A future. If she dug herself deeper in to normality it would be harder to spot her. A man like Sherlock was not normality. So no more dreaming about Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock didn't know what to think. He always knew when something was going on. And there was definitely something going on with Molly. He needed to go to his mind palace and sort things out. She had been thrown off by something. She had found something concerning McCreary but why wouldn't she tell him? It didn't matter. He would figure it out. He always did. But it bothered him that she knew something that he didn't. And it was something that had made some kind of impression on her.

"What IS it?" He asked out loud.

John was sitting in his chair, reading the news paper. He looked up at Sherlock who was standing by the window looking like he was concentrating really hard on something across the street.

"What is what?" He asked.

"Molly was acting wierd today." Sherlock answered without looking at John.

"No she wasn't. She was her usual self."

"I grant you that she's always wierd. But today she was different."

John put down the news paper and looked at Sherlock. Was he going mad or something?

"Different how?"

"She was ignoring me. And then she yelled at me."

"She yelled at you? When?"

"Today, when I went back to the morgue. She practically yelled at me. She's hiding something. I can't figure out what. And she wasn't menstruating. I asked."

"You asked her if she was menstruating?"

"Yes."

"No wonder she yelled at you then."

John picked up the news paper again and continued reading it.

"This is serious John. She is hiding something."

"For God's sake, Sherlock. It's Molly you're talking about. Why would she hide something? You're just bored again because you've probably already found out who killed McCreary so you're looking for cases where there is none."

Sherlock gave John a poisonous look and started pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Or maybe she doesn't have a crush on you anymore." John continued.

"Impossible."

John let out a snigger and put the news paper down once more.

"Is it impossible that she would stop having a crush on you?"

John shook his head in amusing disbelief.

"You and your ego, Sherlock." He said and sniggered once more.

Sherlock stopped pacing and sat down in the chair across from John.

"I haven't figured it out yet." He said.

"Figured what out?" John didn't bother to look away from his news paper.

"Who killed McCreary."

John looked up from his reading.

"Then why are you obsessed with Molly?"

"I'm not obsessed. I'm never obsessed."

"Then work on the case. Figure out who killed McCreary and leave Molly be."

"I can't. There is a connection. I know it!"

"Let it go, Sherlock. Molly has no connection to a scottish drug lord. It's Molly. She is sweet and innocent."

"That is what she wants us to believe. It's a conspiracy."

"For God's sake Sherlock! There is no conspiracy involving Molly and McCreary."

Sherlock jumped up from his chair and started to pace back and forth again. Maybe John was right. He wasn't being logical. Molly may be a smart pathologist. But she wasn't a criminal master mind.

He couldn't put his finger on what was bothering him though. He couldn't put her out of his mind. He went to his mind palace, but all he could see was Molly standing in front of him, on the other side of the examination table, and how she had moved her eyes to his lips and how it had made him feel like he wanted to press them against hers.

He was not being logical at all.

So what do you think? Any feedback? I will update the next chapter as soon as I can.