I believe this prompt came from Crazyfangirl67. At least that's the name I wrote down some months ago when I got it lol! And I think that's someone from Tumblr. Hopefully that (patient) person sees this new chapter in which they wanted Molly to learn that Sherlock is ticklish hehe! I did indeed cover that, but I also incorporated another plot point that I'd almost forgotten about...Lestrade and Becky! Yay! Hope everyone enjoys seeing more of them again. Read on and enjoy! ;)

"Honestly, Molly, this is almost unbearable," Sherlock hissed under his breath as he came up beside Molly in the kitchen.

She laughed as she poured the glasses of wine. "I think it's sweet! Besides, I don't see how you should be the uncomfortable one. You're not related to either one of them. Becky is my sister!"

"I have to work with Lestrade on at least a weekly basis. It is nothing short of disturbing to see him being so...so...snuggly!" Sherlock glanced back into the living room, catching another glance at the two people on the couch. Though they were plastered so close that it was hard to remember that it really was two separate people!

"I give you full permission to shut it down if they start snogging on the couch. But you're just going to have to deal with it if they're being cuddly and staring longingly into each other's eyes. I'm glad Becky came to London so soon after we visited her and mum. I think they're really serious."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Yes, but I have no desire to see just how serious they are! Oh, why couldn't I have had a pressing case tonight?!"

Molly set the wine bottle down and backed him into the fridge. "Have you forgotten how little you care about being affectionate with me in front of other people? I think you have a bit of a double standard."

His eyes shifted in confusion. "Yes, Molly...that is hardly new information. I always have double standards. Why should I expect the same of myself as I do of others? That would be awful for me!" He chuckled as he reached past her and took a couple of the wine glasses and headed back to the living room.

Molly laughed quietly and shook her head as she followed suit.

They came back in the living room and took a seat, though Greg and Becky didn't seem terribly aware of anyone except each other.

"I still can't believe Molly never told me anything much about you," Becky said in a sweet tone as she draped her arm around Greg's shoulder and nestled her fingers in the short hairs at the back of his neck. "If she spent even half the time talking about you as she did about Sherlock, I think I would have moved to London by now."

"Molly's got a lot to answer for," Greg answered slowly as he eyed Becky with an unmistakable gleam in his eyes.

"It may surprise you to know that Molly is actually in the same room with you, as am I," Sherlock said sarcastically. "But perhaps you two would prefer some time to yourselves. That can easily be arranged."

"Sherlock!" Molly hissed. She looked back at her sister and Greg. "It's fine. You can stay as long as you like. I know you'd like to spend as much time together as you can since you only have a couple more days here, Becky."

"I don't know how you got any work done at the hospital, Molly...with this one hanging around." Becky gripped the salt and pepper hair on Greg's head a little tighter.

"I managed," Molly said with a laugh. "You might recall he was actually married for most of the time I've known him. Not really a serious distraction."

"And I believe you had plenty of other distractions, Dr. Hooper," Sherlock said with a smirk and sideways glance. "It's a wonder indeed that you got anything done."

Molly poked Sherlock in the arm. "It is not a wonder! I'm a professional and I know how to do my job...no matter who is around or how unnecessarily tight their dress shirts are!" She stuck her tongue out at him before taking a drink of her wine.

They all tried to play Cluedo soon after, though it was a source of frustration for Sherlock. He wanted to play seriously, but just about everything either Greg or Becky said was met with a kiss and snuggle from the other. Molly seemed to be entertained by the whole thing, but to Sherlock it wasn't in the least bit pleasant to watch.

"Honestly, Lestrade? You're a Detective Inspector! How can you get this wrong?" Sherlock scoffed when Greg guessed the murderer wrong.

"Don't worry, I still think you're the best DI London could ask for," Becky said smoothly as she moved over, slipped onto Greg's lap, and pressed her lips against his.

Greg instantly cared about nothing else and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman kissing him.

"Can I please win the game now, Molly?!" Sherlock demanded through gritted teeth. "I think I've held off for an impressively long time! I could have guessed correctly five turns ago!"

"I think the game is over anyway. We've lost half the players!" Molly said with a giggle. "Hey, that's enough you two. I have limits about what can happen in my flat's living room."

Becky pulled back from the kiss and bit her lip. "Mm, I suppose we should call it a night."

"Right, I should probably...go," Greg said, looking back at her wistfully.

Becky got up and pulled Greg to stand with her. "Maybe I'll just see you out and say goodnight."

He didn't bother to hide the ridiculous grin that spread over his face. "Yeah, ok." He also managed to look back at Sherlock and Molly as he and Becky made their way out the door. "Thanks, Molly! Nice of you to invite me tonight."

"No problem, Greg. We'll see you soon!" Molly called as Becky pulled the DI out the door. She looked at Sherlock as she heard them walking down the stairs. "I'd say Becky won't be back upstairs for another half hour."

Sherlock sighed loudly. "How much longer must I endure this torture? Can't they just get married and go live somewhere together and refrain from prolonged displays of affection at Baker Street?"

"Sherlock!" Molly laughed. "They only just started dating. You can't rush them into anything simply because you don't want to have to see their relationship progress! You can't expect other people to skip the normal steps. Most couples don't go right from a fake relationship to living together!"

"Oh yes, how very funny!" Sherlock wagged his head. "And besides...there was some time in between," he said indignantly.

"Yes...a matter of weeks! That's a bit unusual. Most couples spend months or years on dates and hanging out with friends. And I'm sure those friends have to witness lots of kisses and cuddles along the way!"

"Well at least we're done with it for this visit." Sherlock looked at Molly and saw that she was avoiding eye contact as she went to bring wine glasses to the sink.

"Molly?" Sherlock pressed in a warning voice. "We are done for this visit...correct?"

She finally turned and faced him with a sheepish expression. "Well...actually there's this lovely little Indian restaurant that we were all going to go to tomorrow night and-"

"No!" Sherlock put his hands up in protest. " I cannot stomach another night of Hooper and Lestrade!"

"Shh!" Molly urged with a giggle. "Keep your voice down! And you are absolutely going, Mr. Holmes, I don't care what you say! Besides, I thought you wanted them to get together."

"I do! But I'd like for it to happen somewhere other than in front of me!" he whined.

"Well that's fine. This time we'll be at a restaurant, as I said." Molly looked at him pointedly. "We are going, Sherlock."

Sherlock crossed his arms. "Don't want to. I'll be unavailable," he stated firmly.

"No, you will not! I know you're available." Molly made her way over to Sherlock and stopped in front of him, staring up at him with an unwavering gaze. "She's my sister and he's one of your best friends, and I'm not taking them out by myself!"

"Don't forget, I've endured actual torture and remained unbroken." Sherlock's tone became less resolute as he saw the determination in Molly's eyes. "You...can't make me."

Molly raised an amused eyebrow. She reached for his arms crossed against his chest. "You look like a cranky toddler, stop crossing your arms like that!" she said with a chuckle and tried to wedge her fingers in between his arms and torso. She was stopped short by a sudden high pitched yelp that came out of the Detective's mouth.

"What was that?" Molly asked as her lips turned up in a smile.

"N-nothing...I just...coughed," he said trying to back away a bit.

Molly looked pleased as she advanced closer to him again. "That was not a cough. That was a laugh! Sherlock Holmes, are you ticklish? How did I not already know this?"

"Pfff! That's...ridiculous! Of course I'm not ticklish." He took another few steps back and moved closer to the hallway.

"Oh I don't know about that," Molly said, eyeing him carefully. She lunged forward and shoved her fingers under his crossed arms again and began wiggling them firmly against his stomach and sides.

The level of immediate hysteria that her fingers set off was more than she could have hoped for. She half expected Mrs. Hudson to come upstairs and check on them. It was one of the funniest things she'd ever witnessed! He tried to block her, but she kept finding new angles to reach his middle. They were soon both laughing till tears were coming out of their eyes.

"M-Molly! Stop...stop!" he wheezed out in laughter, almost doubled over in the onslaught of tickles.

"I don't think so, detective! I've got you right where I want you!"

Finally, Sherlock gave up trying to block her hands and instead managed to straighten up and quickly take hold of her wrists, wrapping them behind her and backing her against the wall. They stood there almost nose to nose, breathing in gasps as the laughter slowly subsided. Their expressions suddenly changed though; eyes gliding over each other's faces and lips hovering painfully close. Sherlock let out a heavy exhale and dove down, his mouth colliding with hers in an unexpected burst of passion.

The chain reaction was instant. Molly's arms were around his neck and her legs were around his waist. The hysterical laughter was replaced with heavy breathing and sighs. After a minute against the wall, Sherlock took it upon himself to move them down the hall and into the bedroom.

They crashed onto the bed and the frenzy continued. Sherlock began working at the buttons of Molly's shirt as he mumbled between kisses.

"Your sister had better take her time downstairs...and hopefully head straight up to her room when Lestrade is gone."

"Mm...She'd better," Molly agreed with a groan.

Suddenly her eyes shot open though, as Sherlock's lips descended to her neck. She smiled to herself as she decided that she wasn't quite sure she was done with this newfound power of hers...

She quickly flipped them over and after feigning at working on Sherlock's shirt buttons for a moment; she suddenly began aggressively tickling his sides again. Sherlock of course dissolved into giggles once again as his face turned beet red.

"So, Sherlock," Molly said through her own laughter. "I forget what you said about dinner tomorrow night!"

"You- you can't...you can't make me!" he sputtered out, and tried to scrunch up and protect his middle.

"Sorry, what was that?" Molly asked sweetly.

Sherlock gasped for breath. "Arg! Ok ok! Fine! Fine! I'll go...I'll go to dinner tomorrow!"

Molly pulled her hands back and rested on her heels as Sherlock collapsed on the mattress.

"There," she said with a grin. "That wasn't so hard."

She crawled back toward him after a moment and hovered over the winded consulting detective. "Now what was it you said about torture to me earlier?" she asked with a smug smile.

Sherlock pushed himself up with a lazy smile and gently flipped them again, hovering over her lips. "Suppose I'll have to recant my previously stated record. The truth is...I gladly yield to nobody's torture but yours, Molly Hooper," he said in an unexpectedly warm and loving tone.

She reached up and touched his face as his words simultaneously touched her heart. "I'd say that's enough torture for one night," she said as she began pulling him down toward her lips again.

"Oh really?" he teased nudging her nose with his own. "Suddenly uninterested in your specialized torture method, Dr. Hooper? Tsk tsk...that easily distracted?"

Molly smirked as she took hold of his face more firmly, planning to renew their kissing on her own terms. She spoke one more time before their lips melted together again.

"If you don't shut up and pick up where we left off, I'd venture to say I'll be the one in torment!"

I have to say...I had fun writing this one. They got a little friskier than I'd originally thought they would, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that nobody is super upset about that haha! And I don't know why the whole idea of a Lestrade and Becky relationship makes me smile so big, but it totally does. I think it's just because I want that man to find a nice girl so bad...sigh. Anyway that's the latest and I'll see you guys next time! ;D

**5/16/16 EDIT- Officially marking this fic as complete now. It's been fun, but there's only so many things I can do with one ficverse lol! Thanks to those of you who have so happily followed the Winds series!***