The one where Molly was surprised.
Sherlock looked terrible when Molly first saw him. He was at Baker Street, having insisted on getting there directly from the plane, knowing Mycroft would have his medical team on alert just in case. Molly had received a text from Greg, just an "He's done it again…almost OD'd. Come to Baker Street".
She had hesitated…what was the point anyway? But some obligation made her move her feet and there she was now, looking at Sherlock berate John. It was like the old days but still so completely different. There was a hunger in him as his eyes devoured everything around him like a famished man: the surroundings, the people. That hungry stare almost had her undone.
But there was also an air of palpable relief, of an event barely avoided, of an end barely achieved. It was confirmed when Mary looked like something dawned on her. She mumbled something to John and immediately hugged Sherlock, holding his lapels in her fists as she openly sobbed. A very private moment was shared between the Watsons and Sherlock that was broken by a rare smile reaching those unearthly eyes.
But she knew! Molly somehow just knew the OD was intentional, that whatever passed between those three was relief…at escaping by the skin of one's teeth.
She could barely breathe by the time Sherlock stood and walked by her, throwing a snide comment at Greg. She couldnt help but turn and reach out for his arm, resting her forehead on it. He stiffened but didnt pull away. The wary look in his eyes became unreadable when she gazed up at him and then touched his cheek with a trembling hand.
She had almost lost him (not that she ever had him in the first place) but this had been close. She felt him clench his jaw…he knew that she knew …and she assumed he indulged her proximity because of that. Allowed her hand to travel from his cheek to sweep his brow, allowed her to kiss his cheek.
She just didnt expect him to pull her close and kiss her back, his devouring eyes replaced by those soft lips.