This is going to be my first very serious fanfic. I'm writing this to fight with a mood-swings problem I'm having, so I apologise, in advance, if the story goes from fluff to smut to angst to calm. Oh and please be kind to me. x :)

Chapter One

Molly was staring at her unforgiving paperwork, fighting the urge to rest her head against her desk fall asleep, when she felt someone's eyes on her. She looked up, just in time to catch Sherlock looking away from her to his experiment. She frowned turned her attention back to her pending work, when she felt his eyes on her again. She slammed her pen onto the desk with frustration narrowed her eyes at him.

"What is it?"

"What do you mean?", Sherlock murmured, keeping his eyes glued to his experiment.

"Why were you staring?"

"I wasn't staring staring", he frowned.

"Really? Ok, what were you doing then?", she scowled. She had had enough of the consulting detective's opposing behaviour she was going to talk back at him.

"I was observing & trying to gauge your reaction to my...question."

"What question? You haven't asked me, have you?"

"Well I am about to"

She waited for full three minutes for him to ask his question, but when he didn't she let out a sigh.

"Fine, go ahead"

"Molly will you please move in with me?"

"Huh? Wha-why?", Molly frowned & sat up.

"Well because John's moving out & I can't pay the rent by myself", Sherlock faked a big wide grin which quickly got replaced by a concentrated frown when he turned back to the Petri dish.

"I have my own apartment to pay the rent for. Find someone else Sherlock. Possibly Philip...?", she giggled at her joke as Sherlock looked up at her with confusion.

"Philip?"

"Uh...Anderson? Philip Ande-"

"Molly", he gave her a cold, warning stare.

"Umm...ok..."

"Excellent!", he clapped his hands together & jumped onto his feet.

"What?!", she gasped & leaned back abit from his sudden change in mood.

"You just agreed on moving in!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes you did. Now, I'll go clean up the flat for you you can come over tonight alright? See you then!", he shouted back ran out of the morgue, the door slamming after the swishing of his coat.

She groaned with frustration rested her elbows on the desk her head in her hands.

Bloody bastard. What does he think he is? The world doesn't revolve around him just because he is the world's only consulting detective. She breathed in deeply, & let it out. I'll just focus on my work & go to my apartment.

After her shift ended, a few hours later, she wrapped up her research data, grabbed her purse made for home. She followed her routine of switching the morgue lights off, locking the door behind her, even popping into Mike Stamford's office to say goodnight. She stepped out of St. Bart's hailed a cab before giving the cabbie her address. It was going to be a good twenty minutes ride so she plugged in her earphones sat back while she listened to her music stared at the monotonous ambience of London.

She reached her apartment paid the cabbie as she jumped out made for her apartment. She fished her keys out while humming one of the songs she had been listening to, as she stood in front of her door. She put the key into the lock, let it click pushed against the door to a sight which made Molly give out a blood curdling scream.

Hope you liked it don't forget to review! I'll update if I have a good response. x :)