Here comes chapter 4 for your reading. Wow, Sherlock is really hard to write and it took me a couple of hours, but I think I'm happy with the result of this chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters.

Chapter 4

Unexpected visit

Molly had trouble sleeping that night. She dreamt bizarre dreams about Sherlock chasing her with a large magnifier glass, like old time detectives used to carry around. She found herself tangled in her bed sheets and kicked them away in frustration. She sat up on the side of the bed and glanced at the digital clock she had installed on her bedside table. It was 3.30 in the morning. She got up and made her way to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face.

"This is so not good." She said out loud as her cat, Toby, stroked his soft fur against her legs.

Toby meowed, like he was asking her what the matter was.

She picked the cat up and cuddled her face in to his fur and Toby purred in delight.

But the cuddle abruptly ended when someone knocked on her apartment door.

"Who in the bloody hell could that be at this hour?"

She didn't care that the t-shirt she was wearing was too short. She was tired and annoyed as she made her way to the door and looked through the peephole and discovered, to her own dread, that Sherlock was standing outside. Her heart started racing as she slowly unlocked it and opened.

Before she knew it, Sherlock had pushed his way past her and in to her flat without as much as a hello.

Now she became irritated.

"What are you doing here Sherlock? It's 3.30 in the morning. NOT the time to visit someone."

"It's 3.35 and you're up. I saw you turn on your lights and I took the opportunity to come up."

"Wait, what?"

Was he spying on her from the street?

"Where you standing outside on the street waiting for me to turn my lights on?"

"Don't be ridicilous. Why would I?"

"Because you're crazy? Because you were bored and thought this would be a great time to make other people crazy?"

"You don't act like yourself, Molly. Are you alright?"

Molly was thrown back by his question. But she was still a bit irritated by him.

"Really? You're asking me if I'm alright? I think I should be asking you that, since this is the first time you've ever set foot in my apartment, and you're here 3.35 in the morning, when normal people should be sleeping."

She had raised her voice more than she had intended and realized that Sherlock was now standing no more than two feet from her. When had he moved that close to her?

"This is the second time in less than 12 hours that you've yelled at me." He said.

"I'm not yelling."

"You have never yelled at me before."

He took another small step towards her and gave her a puzzling look. Molly suddenly felt very aware of herself. She could swear that the t-shirt she was wearing wasn't that tiny before.

"Sherlock, you're kind of invading my personal space."

She couldn't keep her voice steady and apparantly Sherlock didn't feel like moving away from her.

"What are you hiding from me?" He whispered, looking in to her eyes, trying to deduce her.

She needed air. He was standing too close and she needed to put space between them so she wouldn't do anything stupid, like grabbing his coat and pulling him closer so she could kiss him. She manoeuvred herself past him and took cover behind her livingroom chair.

Now she could breathe normally, although she felt her blood rushing in her veins making it hard for her to concentrate. Why was he there? She didn't like the way he made her feel. Not because it wasn't pleasant, but because she knew she could never act upon it. She just wished that those feelings she had for him would go away.

Maybe she should tell him everything? That would certainly put some distance between them. She would never have to worry about seeing him again and feeling helpless because of her emotions for him. She would definitely get over him if he wasn't in her life anymore.

The idea was stupid of course. She loved her life, her friends, her job. She loved Sherlock. It was a cross she had to bare.

"You haven't answered my question." She said, giving him a determined look.

"What question?"

"What are you doing here?"

"It seems like we're both asking questions without getting any answers." Sherlock said, while walking around in her living room, making his deductions as he swept his eyes through every little detail of her living space.

This was getting bizarre. She let out a dejected sigh as she followed every move Sherlock made in her living room.

"I have to go to work in a couple of hours, Sherlock. I am too tired to even comprehend this situation. So if you have something important to say, then say it!"

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, narrowing his eyes, giving her that suspicious look again. It had become a habit these past hours. It drove her a little bit mad.

"Well, I'm off then." He said suddenly and turned around and walked out of her apartment, leaving her standing behind her chair wondering why he had come in the first place.

He walked fast and with determination, putting more and more space between him and Molly Hooper. She had asked what he was doing in her flat and he wondered the same. He usually didn't sleep when he was on a case and he still hadn't figured out who killed Tucker McCreary. After he had been putting a word out to his homeless network he had suddenly found himself standing outside Mollys apartment.

He had actually never been inside, and when he had seen that she had put the lights on, he had made his way in and knocked on her door.

Why? He didn't know.

And when he had seen her in her tiny t-shirt it had taken all his willpower to contain himself. This was not logical. This was not him. He was above human emotions. Emotions were distracting. They were unnecessary. He had done well without them. Then why was he constantly thinking about Molly?

"It's the case. It has to be the case. She is involved and I'm going to prove it."

Sherlock in a nutshell. He obviously FEELS something. And he finds it highly illogical. I'm having fun with this story. I have no idea where it's going yet. But I promise you that in time I will reveal something about Mollys past. I'm not yet sure of how, when and how the reactions will be, but I hope you're going to enjoy the ride anyway. I will try to update the next chapter as soon as I have time left over.