I don't like to stop on angsty chapters, so here is the next. I tried to correct as many typos that I saw but some might remains (I found some in my previous chapters and corrected them, so sorry). I know that right now the mystery is not central to the story but it'll come (I just like to define the relationships between the characters so much that the progress of the mystery elements are slow).

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"Stop laughing Mary! It's not funny! I'm very lucky that Nick found all that humorous!" Molly Hooper, pathologist at St Bart's and occasional side-kick to the great Sherlock Holmes was currently pacing her main room while on the phone with her very good friend Mary Watson.

While they first started as friends through John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, their friendship had deepened and taken a dimension of its own when a few months ago they had both found themselves "jilted". Well, not really jilted, as Molly was the one to break up her nuptials after confronting her fiancé about his jealous fits and trials to smother her out of her friendships and as Mary was still married with John Watson even if not on speaking terms then. Anyway, at the time, Molly had found herself isolated from her friends who didn't understand the break-up or more aptly had too much theories about the reason for it while Mary was desperate for any news about her husband and visited the morgue with hopes of hearing about him. Alike in their morose state of minds, they had supported each other outside the influence of the detective and his blogger and grown very close since then.

"Dear god! It must have been so priceless! But I know, Sherlock's not good to have around when one is trying to start a relationship" said Mary Watson, getting serious again after her fit of laugh as her petite friend had recounted the events of the morning. "So… Nick? How is he, tell me about it?"

"Well… I told you about him, we've been in the same class at John Hopkins in my exchange year and kept in touch. He was coming to London for the cycle of conferences on diagnostic and we met."

"Yeah, yeah… But that was last week! How did you get to friendly penfriends to being caught by Sherlock in bed like horny teenagers?" giggled Mary

"He did not caught us in bed! And he's not my father! I-I mean, Sherlock is not my father!" replied Molly outraged.

"Come on… get to the good bits… Dear… I hope that John took a video!" said Mary starting laughing again.

"Stop laughing or you'll be going into labour and will not hear the 'good bits' as you put it" fakely admonished the pathologist.

Mary Watson, former assassin, currently pregnant to the eyes and stuck at home pending the arrest of a criminal psychopath, was having a field day of fun with the news. If not for the danger that Moriarty still represented, and no she wasn't as calm as her husband and his detective friend were about it, she would be clearly classifying this day as "most fun". Anyway, it wasn't a consultant criminal that was going to spoil said fun. If knowledge was power, gossip was life after all. As she reasoned thusly, she composed herself as to get to the good bits.

"Ok, ok, I'm settled now, you can go on. I'll not interrupt you again." She said smiling but composed.

"So, well… I guess that nothing would have happened without the video from yesterday. I was upset and then Nick proposed to meet for a drink. At first, I wasn't very much fun… I mean, I know Moriarty's dead. Eck, I've done the autopsy myself. But all this was so…" the pathologist relented a bit.

"Yeah, I know." Mary was sobered just thinking about the previous day.

"Anyway, so there I was all gloomy and Nick as usual saw it and tried to know why. Well… I couldn't really talk about it so we started to bicker until I don't know, the nerves or something like that… Well, one moment we were arguing and the next kissing and going back to my flat. And he spent the night." The last words were said in a lower voice as if Molly Hooper was a little embarrassed by what she was saying.

"Oh, goodie, goodie! How was it? Is he as drop dead gorgeous without clothes as he is with?" Mary reseated herself on her couch to hear this part – the better part - of the story.

"It was great! I felt like I was drunk… I mean… not that I was drunk but more, like the sex was so great it made me drunk… Well, we had drinks and everything but, you know, not that much. But also with adrenaline coursing in my veins… maybe…" Molly was diverging from the course of her story Mary could say.

"Molly, I'm not Sherlock, I don't care about the actual chemistry… Please go back to the smexy stuff."

Molly giggled. The idea that Sherlock would be interested in the actual combination of booze and adrenaline needed to have out of the world sex was so foreign. But in the same time, that what he would do, wouldn't he? Try to compute every factor and then… She shut the idea in her mind. She knew that thinking about Sherlock and sex, even if it was only in her own mind wasn't good for her. And now that she was completely out of her crush, she didn't need to fall all over again. So back at the subject at hand.

"Well, do I have to draw you a picture? I'm sure that I have medical books that can inform you on that." Molly kidded, she heard a "grumpf" coming from the line and went on "If you really want to know, it was like we couldn't have enough of each other… Every time it was over, we slept – I have to tell you, it was very athletic, didn't have that great a work out in months – and went back at it all the bloody night!" Just at the thought, Molly felt exhilarated.

"Oh, I envy you! You've had the best work-out of all and now I'm just too much advanced in my pregnancy to have that wild monkey sex with John again. And you know that before that..." Mary frowned as she said the last words. She didn't want to speak of sad things, she wanted to rejoice about Molly's new boyfriend.

"Oh, Mary… Don't worry, you'll have all the time to have sex with John for the rest of your life. Me, I just have a window of opportunity of two weeks, I have to scrounge up everything in that time!" joked Molly.

"So, as my sex life is presently as dead as your work material, did you please sneaked a little picture of your toy boy at any time when there was no shirt on his body?" asked Mary.

"Mary… I wouldn't do that!"

"Yeah, too much a lady, are you?"

"No… Just wouldn't be fair to John. All those abs! No, with his experience in the army, I would just find myself back at Bart's, just not in my original capacity." Replied Molly.

"You're evil, Molly Hooper! Now, I know why so many sociopaths put up with you. Maybe, they're the one with a type!" replied Mary amused. She liked that side of Molly, a side that not many people knew about her as she was a little socially awkward. But once you really knew the girl and didn't mind the morbid jokes, she was a delight.

"Yeah, speaking of one of those sociopath. Do you know that Sherlock turned my bed up against the wall? I mean… he was just looking for his bloody flash drive, not for a secret chamber!" exclaimed Molly, still a little upset at the sight she and Nick had come to when they went back to the bedroom.

"He uptilted your bed against the wall? Oh my… he really is jealous like a child!" replied Mary. She just had to share this tidbit with her husband. This was going to be so much fun! "What did Nick think about him?"

"Nick is very good sport about all of it actually. Really, the only thing that he said about Sherlock was "Does he always do that?" when Sherlock stormed out of the main room. Now, that I think of it, I guess that he finds Sherlock's reactions fun to analyse – even if there is not much to analyse… Sherlock is just Sherlock. But anyway, it's not like they're going to be in so much contact." Answered Molly brightly.

"And did he tell you what he deduced from Sherlock's behaviour?" asked Mary, a little curious to see what the famous diagnostician thought about the consulting detective.

"He wouldn't tell me! When I explained that Sherlock is just the sort of person that tells everything that goes on in his head and so not to bother to look for a deeper meaning behind his words and actions, the only thing I got from him is 'Everybody lies'." Said Molly somewhat deflated.

Mary smiled to herself. The diagnostician seemed to have the same deduction as her. Years of Sherlock's hurtful comments had made Molly unaware of the undercurrents of their relationship. Well, if she had to be truthful, it made everybody that knew the both of them for a long time unaware of it. But she was not like the rest of them, she knew when Sherlock was fibbing. Even when said fibbing was to himself. As of the diagnostician, she was a little taken aback that he didn't seem to care that much about it. Well, nothing to be done now and a little fun won't hurt Molly and if she saw something she didn't like… let's just say that for now, the long range gun in her closet wasn't hurdled by her belly yet.