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Chapter five

His eyelids were heavy as he slowly opened them. Isolated rays of sun came through the curtain and illuminated his face. Slowly he sat up, brushing through his black dishevelled hair. His gaze went beside her, a smile playing around his lips as he saw her body, wrapped in the blanket. He couldn't resist the urge, leaned down to her and pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder. She gave a soft hum.

"Sleep on." With these words, he got up, took his pants and left the room. As he walked down the short hallway into the living room, his eyes lingered on a small pile of clothes. Immediately his eyes had caught the little message. Slightly shaking his head, he took his shirt from last night and went to the window. A black taxi stood in front of the house, but drove off again the next moment. Then he heard quiet footsteps, the typical step creaking. Then he heard a knock, he put on his shirt. He calmly closed the buttons when a key was inserted into the lock and the next moment the door opened.

"Good morning, John." The young man stopped in his movement and looked at his friend.

"Sherl!" Sherlock grinned as he saw little Rosie fidgeting on her father's arm. John let her down and Rosie tapped cautiously towards Sherlock. He knelt down and received the little blonde girl smiling with outstretched arms. Laughing, she let herself fall into them.

"Morning. Do you know where Mrs. Hudson is?”

“Today is Friday. There she is having breakfast with her ladies' club. Why?" John ran through his hair.

"Sherl poor." Sherlock stood up and held Rosie on his arm. She held on to his shirt collar and chuckled.

"Rosie's babysitter is sick and I need a replacement."

"I can take care of her."

"It would be nice, but Lestrade needs us in a murder case. Speaking of which he said he couldn't reach you.” John raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"I probably unconsciously turned off my cell phone, was a little busy."

"Aha, well. Then I have to call Molly, maybe she has time.” John was already typing through his contacts and then held his cell phone to his ear. Just as Sherlock was about to protest, a dull melody sounded. John looked at the locked door and then back at Sherlock. The two men flinched when they heard a rumble and a soft curse. John hung up.

The next moment Molly came out of his bedroom, she was wearing one of his shirts. With quiet steps she typed on her cell phone and ran into the living room.

"John just tried to call me..."

"Morning Molly." Frightened, she turned to John.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I could ask that too." His eyes kept going to Sherlock, but he was just typing something into his cell phone.

"We were eating yesterday and..."

“It started to rain, since Baker Street was closer, we walked here. She slept here.” Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket.

“Aha slept here, in your room? In your bed?” Sherlock tilted his head slightly.

"Yes, should I have let her sleep on the sofa? You know how uncomfortable this thing is.”

Molly's cheeks were already coloured a dark red.

"And where did you sleep?" Now the black-haired grinned.

“On the floor. And before you ask why she's wearing my shirt, her things were wet from the rain.”

Now John looked at Molly, her red face colour looked unhealthy.

"All right. Molly, I actually wanted to ask you if you could look after Rosie, Sherlock and I have to go to a crime scene."

"Oh John, actually gladly, but..." Then her cell phone beeped. She opened the message. Then she looked at the detective who was tickling Rosie.

"Yes, of course. I'd love to." John hugged her.

"Thank you Molly, you are my salvation."

"Gladly."

"Good. Sherlock, I'll call us a taxi.” With these words, he turned around and ran down the stairs. Sherlock handed Rosie over to Molly, put on his Parker and together they also went down the stairs.

"Do you have anything to do with the fact that I'm free today?" Sherlock stopped downstairs and looked up at her.

"I don't know what you mean." Now Molly stood next to him. Then she rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, Sherlock."

"Enjoy your day off, oh well I think I just heard something."

"Oh yeah?" Molly turned her head to the side, the next moment she felt his lips on hers. A click sounded.

"The taxi... um is here." Sherlock turned around. John looked back and forth in perplexity. Without another word, John walked up to his daughter, kissed her on the head, and left Baker Street 221B.

"You scoundrel. You wanted him to see it.” Sherlock grinned at her before he also went to the door.

"You know, I love it when he's going through me with questions."

The taxi left. It was quiet between the two friends. Sherlock smiled when he saw his friend's cramped facial features.

"Come on, ask." John looked at him in surprise.

"Come on, you can literally see the questions."

"What was that?"

"We have triggered a few messenger substances, such as the happiness hormones dopamine and serotonin, as well as the binding hormone oxytocin."

"What?"

"We kissed." John ran through his hair.

"I saw that, but that doesn't explain why?!"

“It's an experiment. And before you get upset, she was okay with that.”

“An experiment?! Are you serious? What's your purpose?” Sherlock sighed.

"I told you that I didn't care what happened in Sherrinford." John just nodded.

"I suggested this experiment to find out what feelings made me say that to Molly."

"You mean, "I love you?" Now Sherlock nodded.

"And she's just doing that?"

"Correct. But she had a condition. We should always tell ourselves what we feel at a certain moment. How joy, sad such a thing. So far it has worked out quite well.”

"But are you in a relationship now?"

"I don't know what it is." The taxi stopped at the specified address. Sherlock got out, leaned back into the taxi the next moment.

"Before you continue to break your head over what really happened. Yes, I slept with Molly.” His friend's eyes widened, but Sherlock didn't see it, he had risen again and was now running towards the police cars. John quickly followed him. The detective had already arrived at Lestrade.

“Morning, Greg.” The older one looked at him.

"Morning.“

"What do we have?" They both went to the barrier and entered the crime scene.

"Mister Kallian, 42, divorced. But see for yourself.” They arrived at the body. She was only wearing a lumbar are. A deep wound gaped on his neck. Under the lifeless body, red lines had been drawn.

“Interesting. May I?" Without the consent, Sherlock went to the lifeless person and leaned forward. Now John also arrived at Lestrade.

"Tomorrow, look at him, he's really beaming with euphoria."

"Yes, I noticed that too."

"Do you think it's because of the case?"

"Probably." Lestrade looked at him in amazement. Then his gaze went to the detective, who continued to examine the most diverse traces.

"What do you mean?" John scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Well, I don't know how to put it." A quiet cry sounded and the two men looked at Sherlock, who had now risen and walked towards the two.

Chapter four

The veil of the night laid over London. Only a few vehicles were driving on the roads, people had run their errands and were at home. Whether with their families, friends or even alone. He didn't care.

He stopped in front of a large building, his eyes went up to the clear night sky. The rain had stopped a few hours ago. The lights of the lanterns were reflected in the puddles. With a routine movement, he took a key out of his coat pocket, a click sounded as the lock opened. Before he entered the building, he looked around again. No one could see him, he had made sure of that when he had chosen this building for his plans.

He stepped in, the door fell into the lock behind him. The sound echoled in his ears. A sigh escaped him as he pushed his coat sleeve up a little. A small light illuminated his face, his grin widened.

"Showtime." Slowly he started to move. The old floor under his shoes creaked. He remembered that the first time he was here, this sound had frightened him. But now he loved how it echoed from the bare walls. The grin on his face grew even wider as he stopped in front of another door. He quietly opened it, his free hand reaching for the wall to his right. A click sounded. After a short silent, the neon lamps buzzed and a bright light appeared in front of him.

"Beautiful." Attracted like a moth by the light, he walked towards the steel table. That was his centrepiece. Now he could start his plan. He stopped at the table, wide open eyes looking at him, dull sounds reaching his ears.

"Do you want to tell me something?" Smiling, he pushed the gag out of the mouth of the man who was tied up on the table.

"Help me! Someone kidnapped me and brought me here! Go, untie those shackles!” But the person addressed did not react, only continued to look at the person below him.

"But, but Mr. Kallian. Why should I get rid of you? After all, you are part of an important plan.”

"I don't understand, what's that?!" A soft laugh sounded as he leaned down to Mr. Kallian.

"You have sinned and I will now punish you for your actions." Sweat was out of all its pores.

"I didn't do anything!"

"You yourself boasted that you had cheated on your wife. You'd rather be with your sweetheart than take care of your daughter's maintenance. But don't worry, I'll make sure she gets the money from you.”

A nervous laugh sounded from Mr. Kallian.

"Then you'll let me go?" With a surprised look, he continued to look at the bound.

"Let you go? How do I get there? A scum like you will be eliminated.” His smile became diabolical.

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The same evening they sat together again in a restaurant. Stealthily, Molly looked at him, who was just placing his order.

Her gaze went over his angular features, to his neck that ended in a purple shirt. Embarrassed, she stroked a loose strand behind her ear. A few months had passed since her little kiss in pathology. During this time they had met more often than before. Sherlock had even brought them home after every date. Carefully, her fingertips brushed her lips and a slight blush settled on her cheeks.

He stole a kiss every time he said goodbye. Restlessly, she slid back and forth on her chair.

"Molly?" She was startled, saw his worried look, but quickly a shadow lay over his eyes, which she could not assign. The corners of his mouth drawn into a knowledgable smile.

"Sorry, I was in my mind."

“I noticed that, I won't ask what cloud you were in. That would be too indiscreet. I wanted to know if you'd like some wine too.” Molly looked at Sherlock first and then at the waiter. He smiled kindly.

"Oh, I'd love to." The waiter nodded and stepped away. A soft sigh was heard. Molly looked at him.

"Oh, did you actually get another case after Mr Waterloo?" She smiled brightly at Sherlock. But he just sighed again.

“No, it's been pretty quiet at the moment. The cases that came in were not worth talking about. Lestrade could have edited it alone. But I'm enjoying my latest priorities right now.” Again, his look changed. Molly faltered. The waiter came to their table and brought them the drinks. When they were back among themselves, they toasted this evening.

Laughing, they left the restaurant together. After a few steps, Sherlock stopped and looked up. Molly, who was hooked on him, also stopped.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's starting to rain." She was just about to reply when the first raindrops fell on her. He quickly reached for her hand and pulled the young woman behind him.

"The Baker Street is closer. Come on." They ran, the rain splashed on them. Molly had to laugh all at once. Sherlock stopped in surprise and looked at his companion.

"What's so funny?" Molly wiped the rain from her face.

“I just love the rain.” She had freed herself from his hand and was now happily dancing around him. The young man raised an eyebrow suspiciously. But then a smile adoured his lips.

"Before you fall in love with the rain even more, we'd rather get to the dry as soon as possible." Molly stood in front of him. She slowly raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. A cosy warmth passed through her palm as Sherlock grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss on her palm.

A rumble came out of the hallway. Mrs. Hudson startled up. Slowly she walked to her apartment door and opened it.

Sherlock? Molly? What's going on here?” She looked at the two, they were completely soaked. A clear redness could be seen on her cheeks.

“We were surprised by the rain.”

"Oh, dear. Quickly up with you, get dressed. In the meantime, I'll make you a nice hot tea.”

“But Mrs. Hudson...” Molly was interrupted by a wave of the hand. The look of the older lady tolerated no objections. She closed the door and the two remained, dripping with wetness, back in the hallway.

"Let's go up." Nodding, she followed Sherlock into his apartment. Her eyes fell on him again. The shirt literally stuck to his skin. Again she felt the tension between them, which the kiss on her hand had caused. Which had continued to build up in the hallway, shortly before Mrs. Hudson appeared. The kiss was passionate, she didn't expect anything like that from him.

"Molly?" His hand brushed her cheek. Embarrassed, she bit her flushed lips.

“How are you feeling?” Surprised, she looked at the detective.

“Exhited. Hopeful. Happy.” Now he smiled. Then he leaned down to her.

"I feel the same way."

"Sherlock...are you sure we...?" Again, a veil of desire rested over his eyes.

"Only if it's you." Molly took a step towards him, ran her hands over his wet shirt up to his chest until they lay around his neck.

"Yes." His arms wrapped around her, her lips pressed against his.

A soft rattle sounded as Mrs. Hudson came up the stairs with her tea service. She opened the door and looked around.

"Where are the two?" She placed the tray on the living room table. Her gaze remained on a dark pile. Shaking her head, Mrs. Hudson walked up and lifted a wet shirt.

"So he really can't just leave that here. Like a toddler.” Her gaze continued along the small corridor. There were more clothes. Gradually she picked them up and stopped in front of the door. She just raised her hand to tap, but then her eyes widened. With a smile and flushed cheeks, she turned around.

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Edit: Reupload, had forgotten his tattoo.

One thing has become clear to me, since episode 20 and the Halloween event. The relationship with Jason is like a forbidden fruit. Sweet, seductive and yet forbidden in a way.