Chapter Text
“Molly, I need your help,” announced Sherlock, swooping through the open door to her office like he owned the place. Molly slowly set down the pen that was in her hand, and turned her head, glaring up at Sherlock from her seated position over the top of her glasses.
“Again? That’s the third time this week. What is it now?”
Sherlock opened his mouth and then closed it again, eyes darting around the room. “Three?”
Molly sighed and picked her pen back up, eyes turning back to the paperwork in front of her. “Three. You screwed up your mold samples on Monday, Tuesday afternoon you couldn’t find the right size petri dish, and now this.” When she’d said “couldn’t find” she’d made half-hearted air quotes.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “You don’t believe me?”
Molly set her pen down again and stood. “Sherlock, you’re a genius and I keep the most orderly lab on the planet. The petri dishes have been in the same location since I started at Bart’s in 2009. They’ve been there longer than YOU have.”
Sherlock stepped closer to her. Only a few feet separated the two.
“Momentary forgetfulness?”
Molly shook her head.
“Science experiment at home causing amnesia?”
Molly shook her head again, a smile threatening at the corners of her mouth.
“A flimsy excuse to drag you away from your work and spend time with you?” he said, looking at his feet.
“Mmm,” said Molly, taking a step closer. “I think that’s closer to the truth.”
Sherlock closed the distance between them. “Were my excuses unnecessary? You seem so comfortable around me now, I thought your feelings might have changed.” He slowly picked his head up, meeting her gaze.
“Sherlock, I’m fairly sure the only person whose feelings have changed are yours.” Molly put her hands on her hips, staring up at the consulting detective.
Sherlock reached out and put his hands just above hers, pulling her closer to him. “Changed...no. Accepted, that’s more accurate.”
With that, he leaned down, bringing his face to hers, this time finally, finally dropping a soft kiss onto her lips.