Hello all, I wanted to update sooner but with the problems on ff, I couldn't. This is the follow up of the previous chapter between Mary and Molly. It was originally only one chapter but was quite long so I had to cut it in half. I hope you'll like it as for once we see a little more about what Molly is thinking.

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"You're evil, Molly Hooper." Said Mary with a narrowed look at the awful smelling juice that her friend had brought her. She eyed accusingly the delicious smelling cappuccino cup, but Molly smirked and gestured to her to drink the healthy beverage up. "But I guess I can always pay you back by vomiting the contents on your favourite scarf." She muttered.

"I'm so glad you're here, you know." She said with a tight smile, a few minutes after having drank the nasty juice. "Anyway, now that you've ruined my evening of fun tomorrow, forced me to drink horrible things, the least you could do is tell me about your sexy American." Mary said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Molly easy smile froze and Mary eyes went focused and serious.

"Molly, tell me what's wrong? Has something happened? If he's not treating you right, you have to tell me." Said Mary worriedly.

"No, not at all. It's great. Nick's great. He's charming and so bloody intelligent. The medical cases he's shared with me, it's so interesting." Molly said, defending her lover.

Mary frowned at her friend. Molly wasn't lying. When she was talking about the medical cases and Nick, there was some deep admiration seeping into her words that clashed with the dreading look that had been etched on her face a few moments ago.

"So, what is it? Are you falling in love with him? Are you afraid of him leaving?" she asked, quite cautious about the emotions in her friend. She had always thought that Molly's true love was Sherlock, but maybe she was wrong and maybe there was someone else for her.

Molly worried her lip with her teeth, her brows furrowed as she tried to mull this over. Was she in love with Nick? He was brilliant, fun, a very good shag. He was also sarcastic, rude and a bit crude at times. But that didn't bother her. Could she fall for someone in so little time? She tried to think it through, imagining what she'd feel at his departure or if she was to go with him. What she knew was she didn't feel sorrow and just thinking of having him in her life was… She couldn't find the words. She just knew she was terrified.

"No, I don't think I love him." She finally admitted.

"So what is it? It's the first time I've see you like this, that's all." Clarified Mary, trying to help her.

"It's just like every time we're near and he looks at me a certain way, I feel like my breath is caught on something and I have to fight against a flight reaction." Explained Molly, her eyes skittering to the window.

"Is there any reason why you feel uncomfortable? Do you think he might be a sociopath?" Mary didn't like to think about that, but it was true that Molly Hooper seemed to inspire antis-social men in a romantic sense.

"No… Well, not like that. He's not the most emphatic man, I agree, but he's not a psychopath. It's not that. It's much more like he's waiting for me to make up my mind but I don't see about what."

Mary's mind started piecing together the information that she'd learned from her friend and also from her husband through the previous weeks. She didn't discount Molly's reactions as wishful thinking. Her friend might not be the greatest decipher of human nature – in that regard she was almost as ignorant as Sherlock – but she was quite sensitive about hidden emotional tension. With that in mind, she searched for the cues that would explain Molly's fears. And then it hit her. Molly said it herself, she felt like she had to make her mind. Something that intrigued her enough to tempt her since it wasn't in a romantic sense. The medical cases that were so intriguing, the experiments. Nick was a renowned diagnostician with a team at his disposal in Boston. If he was asking Molly about his cases, it might be because he wanted her there.

"Molly, did you ever think that he actually might ask you to come work with him?" she suggested softly.

At the words, Molly's eyes widened like saucers and she almost took a step back. At the reaction, Mary knew she'd hit the spot.

"No, it's not possible. I-I'm a pathologist, not a regular doctor." She tried. But then, she faltered and almost crumbled on the bed. She knew that Mary was right. "Oh my god. It makes so much sense now. The diagnostics, having me talking with his team, even his whining about his boss forcing him to interview new doctors for his team." She said defeated. She sighed and then lifted her head to Mary and asked: "What's wrong with me? I have a brilliant and gorgeous man interested in me and he might propose one of the most interesting job in my life to me. And I just feel like I'm cornered into a trap. What is so fucked up in me that I just can't recognise what's good for me?" she now asked with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Molly, my dear, I'm so sorry. You know there is no right or wrong in feelings. If you don't feel like it, you can't force yourself." Tried to reassure Mary. But they both knew what the heart of the problem was. An arse of a detective that Molly fell for years ago. "And I'm just not OK with you going to leave the other side of the Atlantic, so I hope, young lady that you'll quit entertaining the thought immediately." She teased trying to get a smile out of Molly and succeeding.

The two women were hugging and trying to comfort each other when John finally arrived in the room. Not bothering much with greeting, he barged in and immediately started apologising:

"Oy. Mary, I came as soon as I got my phone back. Lestrade had confiscated them and I didn't get your message until the crime scene was entirely processed… Is everything alright?"

"Well, yeah. I almost decided to divorce you, and planned to settle into a lesbian relationship with Molly to raise your child." Replied Mary, a little irritated at her husband.

"Sorry… What?" asked John, a little bewildered at the turn in conversation.

"Nothing John. Don't worry, she's teasing you!" interrupted Molly. She smiled fondly at her best friend and started to garner her things to leave the married couple alone. "Mary, I'll send everyone an email to let them know the baby shower is postponed to next week." She then turned to John "As for you, try and remember that you shouldn't let Sherlock embroil you in his shenanigans like this or you might very well miss your daughter's birth. In which case, I'll consider the romantic offer of Mary to marry her and raise your kid as my own." She winked as she said the last and John returned a smile of his own as he bade her goodbye and she left.

John turned to his wife then and hugged her tightly, trying to reassure himself that everything was alright. The fact was, he'd been utterly panicked when he'd seen the missed call and the texts telling him his wife was in hospital. After a few more soothing moments in each other's embrace, they disengaged and started to discuss. John replaying everything of the day, from the case to the more interesting showdown between the detective and the diagnostician as well as the resulting admission of Sherlock as having feelings for Molly. Mary listened intently at this, not knowing whether the new development would either complicate or simplify thing. So, as it did a lot the past weeks, Molly and John started discussing about their child and its needs. The child in question being an adult detective and just not the little girl inside Mary's womb.