'It's a crime against the heart you know, to be somewhere in between.'

-I Won't Disagree by Kate Voegele

Molly was getting more confused as time went on. Everything was so complicated after the Sherrinford incident, but even more so was her relationship with Sherlock. They weren't exactly together, but they weren't just friends either. They were caught somewhere in between as if neither of them knew how to proceed. They hadn't kissed; they only acknowledged the love they felt for one another. Not another step was made, and so, she felt suspended in midair, not knowing which direction to take. His newfound emotions (and boy, was he an emotional man) were giving her whiplash.

They were the best of friends who had keys to each other's flats. Every weekend they were both free, one or the other would bring takeaway and spend nights watching crap telly or murder documentaries together. Sometimes it would happen in 221B, and other times it would be at Molly's flat. They usually slept over on these nights, sharing the bed or sofa, and always woke wrapped up in each other's arms.

Lately, Sherlock had been seemingly hesitant around her. He would open his mouth to say something only to close it again or move closer to her before backing away. It was as if he was scared of her. Molly didn't want him to feel this way and was frustrated that he constantly went back and forth; one day he'd be so loving and the next, flippant. She just didn't know what to do anymore. That's why she called up Mary after Sherlock and John left for a case in Manchester for the weekend. She needed a girls' night. Mrs. Hudson had agreed to watch Rosie overnight for Mary whilst they spent the night at Molly's flat.

"I don't know, Mary," Molly sighed, "I've no idea what's going through his head. If he's scared of us becoming more, I get that, I do, but I wish he'd just talk to me. He trusts me with his life…"

"But?" Mary encouraged.

"…But I don't think he trusts me with his heart," Molly finished. "Have I ever given him reason to not trust me with it?"

"No, I think he does trust you with his heart," Mary told her, "but maybe it's because of that fact that he's scared." Molly furrowed her brows in confusion. "He's scared he'll mess everything up when you two have it so good right now."

"I suppose that makes sense. Relationships were never his area and now he has no footing," she replied. "Well, enough about him. Let's just relax tonight."

One hour and three glasses of wine later, Molly was a little tipsy. Mary held her alcohol much better and was slightly amused at the fact that her friend was ranting about Sherlock again.

"I mean, what does he even do in his flat when I'm not there aside from experiments or take cases?" she asked. "Does he have any secrets that neither John or I are privy to?" A few silent moments passed before she spoke up again. "I love the way he smells. I love sleeping beside him and his sheets smell like him. Sometimes my sheets smell like him. I left a pair of pajamas in his room that smell like him. Doesn't he smell so good?"

"Mm," Mary smirked, taking a sip from her glass.

"I miss him," Molly half-sobbed.

"Now, now, don't cry," Mary comforted her, rubbing Molly's back in a motherly manner. "Tears won't get you anywhere. He'll be back on Monday." This only made Molly cry more. "You have a key to his flat. Let's just pop in so you can be wine drunk there and get the pajamas you left," she laughed, clearly joking.

"Mary, that's perfect!" Molly exclaimed, perking right up.

"Love, I was just joking," she explained.

"Pleaseeeeee?" Molly begged like a child, her eyes wide and her bottom lip sticking out.

"Oh, alright," she gave in. "It's not like he'll catch us."

Author's Note: The title of this story comes from the song 'Fools' by Lauren Aquilina. It is the most Sherlolly song you'll ever hear.

2 songs inspired this chapter: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran & I Won't Disagree by Kate Voegele.