Molly Hooper

Long time no see, Molly. Still single?

“I’m… I’m okay… Recovering from the whole Tom thing…” She smiled sadly a little “Morgue is keeping me busy yeah. Sherlock occasionally pops in with John, makes a mess and then leaves” she chuckled a little.

     “Sounds like a normal day to me, Sherlock and John coming over just to make a mess and all.” At least to Greg, that was. Though not so usual lately anymore. He hoped it was enough to brighten up the mood. The mention of Tom did not really sit well with him, after all. Still, he thought he should address it. Hopefully he wouldn’t be overstepping any sort of boundaries because of this though.

@hiddenpathologist

She watched him try to explain it al and saw how hurt he was by all of this. If she could in that moment, Molly would have gotten up and came and gave him a hug of support. He had been through so much and what did she do? Not make anything any better by shouting at him and blaming him for hurting her, when it was clear he was hurting too. 

There was silence for a moment of two before she whispered and looked up at him “I forgive you..” She had hoped this meant something to him, that she could see his smile once more. That they would be okay again. Whether he meant it or not seemed irrelevent at this moment in time, what matter was makig sure he was okay.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, “I would have understood if you couldn’t,” he told her. The most honest words he had probably every spoken. He didn’t hold it against Molly for being upset, he was more angry at himself than anything, but he appreciated the fact that she forgave him. It took at least a little weight off of his shoulders. 

After a great night out, Molly had found herself asleep on Sophia’s bed. A few too may cocktails had clearly gone to her head but they were all well needed. She stirred a little at her soft voice and hummed rolling over to face her “mmm morning” Molly managed to mumble out.

Imagine Sherlock telling you he loves you under the snow on Valentine’s day.

“You should have seen their faces!” He giggled.

You rolled your eyes at that as you walked down the street with the detective. “I’m sorry, Smarty pants for not paying attention to your final deduction. I just thought you would get it,” you teased. You approached a small flat in the middle of Bromley, London. “This wasn’t necessary, Sherlock.”

He looked at you as you stopped in front of the door. “What?”

“This. You walking me home and being so nice to me all the time,” you said. Looking right into his blue greenish eyes with a touch of concern, you asked, “You alright?” Your hand reached his. “Sherlock we’ve been dating for three months, it’s alright. You can let it go. I hope you’re not planning on dumping me because that would be-”

“Yeah, no. Uhm…listen,” he cut you off. “I’ll go right to the point. I have to be honest with you. I think about you a lot. All the time, actually,” he began, sounding a bit nervous.  He went on, “In the morning, at night, in the middle of my day. I can’t even solve a case without thinking about you first. It’s you. It’s just always you and I just…” He stopped and turned his gaze away as if your eyeing was intimidating him. He bit lip and began tapping his foot, you bet he was not thinking but panicking.

Sherlock turned to you and as he gestured with his hands he spoke, “What I mean, is that I-I really like you. And-”

“Oh, shut up!” You exclaimed and shushed him by giving him a quick peck.

You didn’t speak, never made a sound, but you knew what was about to happen by the glim in his eyes. Your heart was pounding and you could tell his was too. Your bodies were now inches closer.

“I love you,” he whispered as his forehead touched yours.

You gasped, “Oh, no. You didn’t!” You giggled, making him let a chuckle out. “I love you, too.“

And then he did the simplest thing in the world. He leaned over, wrapped you with his arms and let his lips gently touch yours.

Out of blue, you felt something cold touch your skin. You both raised your gazes, it was snowing.

“Sherlock?” You called as you watched him enjoy the snowfall. “Sherlock,” you called again, which made him look at you. You took advantage and kissed him on the cheek. Despite of the weather, the kiss seemed to be warm and sweet.

Pulling back and getting off his grip, you began looking for the keys of your flat in your bag. Once you’d found it you showed them to Sherlock and grinned. “You know it’s getting cold out here. I can make some tea once we’re inside, what do you think? Would you like to join me? Come on, be my Valentine.” 

He chuckled before nodding and following you in.

Requested by @pluvio-nyctophile   

After an eventful couple of weeks of unraveling a very important case; John and I have finally returned home to 221b Baker Street.

After an eventful couple of weeks of unraveling a very important case; John and I have finally returned home to 221b Baker Street.

No.

I want you to keep him there until you get the signal from myself that he may be released.

That is as matter of privacy Miss Hooper however I do appreciate your co-operation in the matter, keeping Sherlock out of my way will be doing me a very big favour.

Sherlock is prone to boredom, find something that will stimulate his mind. It shouldn’t take to long if you know what to look for.

I do hope he’s being kept happy miss Hooper, Sherlock will walk away if he finds anything to unsatisfactory. The deed is almost done.

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