So is it too early to say Merry Christmas? It probably is so I won't. Instead here is the first chapter of my new Christmas adventure. I love Christmas Sherlolly, probably because we all want to make right the Christmas when Sherlock broke Molly's heart with his cruel deductions.

Disclaimer - I own nothing but the idea for the storyline, the rest belongs to ACD and the BBC. I just wish Sherlock could be mine for Christmas.

Chapter 1

Molly was fed up. She was cold and fed up. She sat shivering in the relative warmth of the labs wishing she could turn the heating up a bit more, or better still finish work early so she could have a nice hot shower in the staff changing rooms, anything to get some heat into her.

It had all started last night when she had got home after a long shift, looking forward to a long soak in a bubble filled bath. She'd expected to walk into a toasty warm flat as per normal but when she opened the door she'd shivered seeing her breath plume in the air in front of her. 'Shit,' she muttered as she hurried through to the kitchen to check her boiler and thermostat.

She'd spent half an hour fiddling with the controls, pressing buttons, reading the instruction manual before she'd given up and called her landlord. He'd promised to ring someone first thing in the morning to come out and look at it, but he'd also warned her that it was a week before Christmas and boiler repair companies were likely to be busy. 'Is there anyone you can stay with, maybe start your Christmas holiday early? I'll reduce your rent to cover the inconvenience.'

Molly had made a vague comment about looking into it and hung up miserably. She looked around the cold, unwelcoming flat and felt her heart sink. Even her Christmas tree and decorations seemed to hang limply in the chilly air. What was she going to do now?

She ran through various options in her head. John and Mary had baby Elizabeth now, her friend Meena had just moved in with her new fella so wouldn't want a third wheel hanging around. Her mum was away with Molly's hated step dad and they weren't back until the New Year, and anyway she couldn't commute from their house to London. Even Greg Lestrade was out, he was in a one bedroom flat since his divorce and that would be way too cosy for Molly's liking. She'd just have to rely on hot water bottles and a convector heater for warmth and the showers at work for hot water.

Toby mewed pitifully as he wound his way around her ankles. 'Sorry, Tobes, good job you have a fur coat for warmth,' she murmured as she bent down and rubbed the top of his head.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly was still feeling sorry for herself when the doors of the lab opened revealing the tall figure of Sherlock Holmes. 'Ah, Molly, here you are? How come you're not in the morgue? Lestrade's bringing a body in.'

Molly closed her eyes sighing, great just what she needed, an hour stood in the ice cold morgue conducting an autopsy.

'Hmmmm, what's wrong Molly? You don't look either well or happy.' Her eyes snapped open when she felt a hand on her forehead. 'You're cold to the touch, not running a temperature, but you have extra layers on. Really Molly you look like a homeless person wearing all those clothes, you're meant to keep at least some of them in a wardrobe not wear them all at the same time. That explains why you're up here though; it's warmer than the morgue. Problems with your heating at home, broken boiler?'

Molly had long since gotten used to Sherlock Holmes deducing her but it didn't stop her being amazed each and every time. 'Erm...yes, spot on. My landlord's trying to find someone who can repair it but it's the wrong side of Christmas. Anyhow, shall we go down to the morgue.' She stood up thinking she might get a hot, cup of coffee on the way so she could warm up her hands.

Sherlock was rummaging in his pockets as she spoke. 'Ah, good here it is.' He held out a key to her.

'Sorry, what's this?' She said puzzled, as she took the key dangling from his fingers.

'Spare key to Baker St, you can use John's old room, it's been empty since he moved out. Mrs Hudson won't mind. In fact she'll probably be glad of the company. As the autopsy hasn't been done yet I'll go to the crime scene, bring the details with you to the flat and we can go through them this evening. See you later Molly.'

And with that he marched back out of the labs leaving Molly speechless still holding the key up.

She sat back down on the stool, the cold forgotten momentarily, was she really moving in with Sherlock, albeit temporarily. A slow smile crept over her face, ooooh looks like she was. She bit her lip trying not to imagine seeing him in his pyjamas or wrapped in a towel leaving the bathroom but it was no good they kept popping into her head.

She had tried for years to damp down her feelings for him but they were still there as strong as ever. He had starred in so many fantasies even though he had never really shown any sign of returning her, oh so obvious, feelings. She fleetingly worried whether it was wise for her to encourage her obsession by sharing a flat with him but curiosity got the better of her, this was too good an opportunity to miss. Plus it was damned cold in her flat and she had no incentive to go back there other than to pack up a few basics.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

It was nearly eight o'clock when Molly finally made it to Sherlock's home. She had packed up a couple of bags, left a key with her neighbour so Toby would be fed and watered whilst she was away and left a voicemail with her landlord asking him to contact her on her mobile with any news.

As she opened the front door Mrs Hudson bustled out of her flat wearing an apron covered in flour and chocolate, 'oh hello dear, Sherlock mentioned you would be staying for a bit. I'm just making some chocolate cake for the two of you, I'll bring some up in half an hour or so. You just get yourself settled in first.'

The first thing Molly noticed as she walked into Sherlock's flat was the heat. He was sat in his armchair next to an open fire and the heat was glorious. Molly dropped her bags and walked forward until she was stood in front of it, holding out her hands to feel the warmth. 'Oh, that feels so good,' she moaned, before blushing realising that Sherlock was sat right next to where she stood watching her with one eyebrow raised. 'Oh, sorry, am I in your way?'

'No, not at all, I thought you might appreciate a bit of extra heat after a day in the morgue. You looked like you needed warming through.'

'Thank you Sherlock, that was really...thoughtful.' Molly almost turned it into question. It was so unusual for Sherlock to do something like that for someone else.

'I turned the radiators on in your bedroom, so it should be warm enough in there as well. Anyhow, leave me the autopsy file and unpack your things. I'm sure I'll have questions for you when you're finished.'

Molly felt as though she had been dismissed by a headmaster but she did as he had asked, and no she really shouldn't picture him as a head teacher, that would be a really bad fantasy to have. She bit her lip and then stopped, worrying momentarily just how good his deductive powers were, surely he couldn't read her thoughts. She glanced back at him as she handed him the file and was worried to see a smirk on his face as he looked back at her. Oh God this was going to be harder than she had first thought.

So poor Molly is starting off blue with cold. What kind of Blue Christmas will we have by the end?

Next chapter will be up tomorrow but there won't be daily updates. The story is fully written and I want to try to bring out the chapters so that you get Them about the right time according to the story, hope that makes sense.

Let me know what you think, I love your comments.