I just needed to write some jealous Sherlock for my shipping needs! I just couldn't resist!

"Just tell her you like her Sherlock! It's not that hard," John said, quite exasperated at his best friend's bitching.

Though Sherlock looked horrified at the suggestion. "I can't do that!" he exclaimed, looking at him from where he'd been sulking on the sofa.

"Yes you can! We are going to go to Bart's right now and you're going to tell Molly Hooper that you bloody love her!" John countered, standing up and shooting Sherlock a glare when he didn't move, "Well come on!"

"Oh, alright then," Sherlock huffed before getting up of the sofa and brushing himself off. If he was going to see Molly he had to look presentable.

"Good.. And you better not fuck it up by saying something mean," he warned him.

"That was once on Christmas John! Are you ever going to let that go?"

"Not unless you fix things with her, now go!" he told him, practically pushing him out the door as the detective stalled putting on his scarf.

On the ride over to St Bart's John began to see how nervous Sherlock really was, his hands twitching and his eyes betraying him by showing emotion, instead of his stone cold look he was used to. "Are you okay, mate?" John asked but was met with no answer. Sherlock probably wasn't even there with him in the cab, lost in his mind.

John told him he'd wait in the lobby beside the door, telling him that Molly would probably be in the cafeteria for lunch by now. But, of course, Sherlock didn't need telling, he knew where she'd be. He took a large breath before entering his eyes scanning the place before he found her. Sherlock froze. She wasn't alone, she was with another man.

Sherlock felt jealousy well up inside him as he watched the two, they were laughing, having, what looked like, a great time together. He began to walk over, taking large steps to get there quicker, a fake smile plastering his lips to replace the scowl that had formed.

"Hello Molly!" He greeted with faked enthusiasm, "I need to look at a body, in the morgue. Right now."

Molly sighed, rubbing her hands down her face. The man who sat across from her beamed up at the man before outstretching his hand and beginning to speak.

"Ahh, so you're the famous Sherlock Holmes! Molly's told me plenty about you," he said. "I'm afraid, though, little Molls and I got plenty catching up to do, so she can't come and help you right now. Maybe later."

Sherlock, still grinning, shook his hand. "Once again, sorry to interrupt you two but it's quite important," he told them, turning look at Molly who gave an apologetic to the man and murmured, "Alright Sherlock, but make it quick."

Sherlock took her wrist and pulled her from the table, the man watching in amusement before giving her a teasing wave, to which she stuck out her tongue childishly in return. He pulled pulled her into the hall just outside the café.

"I thought I told you to ignore all attempts at a relationship." Sherlock scowled at her, his fake smile dropping.

"You mean with Nathaniel? But Sherlock he's-" Molly started but was soon cut off by Sherlock.

"We both know that all your last attempts were failures. That account that was a kleptomaniac, the unemployed one who was ten years older and not to mention meat dagger who-" Sherlock's rant was suddenly cut short by Molly's laughing, to which he stared at her in confusion.

"Sherlock, Nathaniel is my brother!" She chuckled, watching as the detective went pick.

Her brother! Of course! They had looked so a like but Sherlock had ignored it, let his jealousy take over his mind and cloud his observations.

"Oh.." He mumbled, quite embarrassed by his blunder.

Molly laugh faded as she realised something. "Sherlock.. Why were you so jealous of my brother, who you thought was my boyfriend?"

"Well.. I.. Em.." he began to stuttered, his pale cheeks getting increasingly red.

"Sherlock, what did you want to speak to me about?" she asked her voice gone quite small.

"Well.. You see.. I.. Erm.. I like you Molly.. Like properly like you and-" he was cut off rather quickly, Molly reaching up and kissing him, to which he stood shocked for a moment before he began kissing her back.

The kiss, in Sherlock's opinion, was short lived, Molly getting down from her tip toes and blushing heavily, "I like you too, Sherlock."

Sherlock smiled nervously. "How about dinner.. Friday," managed to choke out. She nodded in before and quickly they both went their separate ways. Both grinning like idiots.