Sigh.

It had been a very long day, and all Molly wanted to do was to go and crash into her bed and not wake up at least for a day or two. If only the clock would tick faster. She glared at it and willed it to tick faster. Hard luck! She had been doing this for the past hour and yet there was still half an hour left.

Sigh. Maybe she could just go early.

Honestly, she deserved it. Not only did she handle twelve postmortem alone (a terrible highway accident), she was also covering for Ron. Apparently he had the stomach flu. She knew that in truth he was taking Gemma, his girlfriend, to the new movie (some romantic comedy), but she didn't mind covering for him. It was not like she had a boyfriend to go out with, to spend time with. Just Tobby and the Telly. Wonderful.

Don't go in that direction!

But too late she was already thinking about HIM. HIM, with his soft (as per daily observation) curls, sharp cheekbones, lovely cupid baby pink lips, that Greek like sculpted body and most of all his amazing intelligence. Sherlock Bloody Holmes.

It was totally his fault that she was single. When she had finally come to terms with the fact that Sherlock didn't do girlfriend (or boyfriend for that matter), she decided to go out on dates with other men. But it all ended quickly and sometimes very very quickly. Quickly when she realized that they would never match Sherlock in any way and very very quickly when Sherlock would deduce about the guy without even meeting him. Like she said, totally his fault.

She knew she was being silly, but it felt good to blame it on someone. But she was being unfair. After his fall (that's what the press was calling it) he was really making an effort to be nice towards her. He keeps his hurtful deductions to himself (apart from those of her choice of boyfriend), tried to make small talk (I know right) and most shockingly got her coffee once. She had just stood there, mouth agape like a fish until he cleared his throat and she meekly took her gave her one of those looks, the one reserved for a particularly difficult cases and ignored her for the rest of the day. He had even called on her to assist him in some of the cases. Maybe it was his way of saying thank you. She could see that they have moved on from a strictly professional relationship to a tentative friendship. But all this was not enough for her. Her initial crush, which changed into love was not fading and she knew that there was no hope of Sherlock ever returning her love, because he was wired that way. It was not his fault, it's just the way he is. It was painful to be in his presence, knowing that she could never have him.

She glanced at the clock, surely after so much self-ranting/pitying time should have flown by.

Who am I kidding?

Like so many other things in her life, even the clock seems to not co-operate. There was still 27 minutes left. Sigh.

Might as well check my mail.

She booted up her MacBook. It was one of her most prized possession, a gift from her father on her graduation. She smiled fondly at the memories. As usual her inbox was bursting with messages, mostly advertisements. Deleting all the spam, she had only three mails actually. One from her friend Meena, telling her all about her trip to Hawaii. Sounded like she had an awesome time, which she always does in any situation. The other was from her university group, sending the yearly periodical consisting of the whereabouts of each one of her university friends. The third was from St George Research Hospital.

She had sent her research paper regarding genetic manipulation to them last week. It was Mike who had actually suggested sending it. He had said that it would look great on her profile if they published her paper. Hopefully they decided to publish it. Excitedly she opened the mail.

They were offering her a job. As a Research team leader in New York.

Molly was shocked. She had never planned on finding another job. Whenever she envisioned her future (which was not very often) it was she being a pathologist at Bart's in London and hopefully happily married. Or live in a house full of cats. Whatever. She had never considered a change of scenario. Of course the main reason was Sherlock. But now that she thought about it, she was beginning to like the idea. Away from the pain of unrequited love. A new beginning. A chance to be noticed,not blend in the background.

She was going to take up the job.