Not my characters (if they were this would actually happen...every day...)

This is the first in a series of many Sherlock/Molly moments, and I promise that every single one is going to make you smile, and possibly trigger some "Awwws...", 'cause that's just how I roll.

"Molly, you're here..." Sherlock noted as he entered the mortuary, he hadn't expected to run into the young pathologist today.

"Actually, I was just about to head out, I'm..." She started to explain, as she picked up her her jacket, but immediately dropped the garment when she noticed the state of Sherlock's shirt. There was a rather big blood stain peeking out of his only halfway closed coat.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked rushing over to him.

"It's not my blood," Sherlock took a step back, a reaction that triggered even more concern.

"Sherlock, what is going on?"

"This has to stay between us. Do you understand?"

Molly just nodded, she had been too concerned to notice how he'd been cradling his arm, like he was protecting something under his coat, and even after he opened it it took her a second to realize what he was hiding - also because it was probably the last thing she had expected.

There was a tiny white bunny nestled in the consulting detective's arm. For a moment Molly wasn't even sure if the little animal was still alive, but when Sherlock carefully moved it to keep it from falling down, she noticed with relief that it was breathing.

"What happened?" Molly took another step towards Sherlock to get a better look at the bunny, and it's injuries, and discovered that the main source of the blood seemed to be a rather large gash on it's leg.

"The cut is pretty deep, it will need some stitches," Sherlock explained, deliberately ignoring Molly's question.

"We should take it to a vet," Molly said, her common sense kicking in after the surprise had worn off, she couldn't treat a bunny, or any animal for that matter, at the mortuary.

"Nonsense, we have everything we need here. Even a doctor," he would have preferred to do this alone, but since Molly was around he figured that he might as well take advantage of her medical training.

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"That's it, your little friend is going to be as good as new," Molly said, fastening the bandage on the bunny's hurt leg.

"He's not my friend," Sherlock corrected her. "We're merely acquaintances."

"Okay, then your acquaintance is going to be as good as new, he just needs some rest."

"That's good then." After washing the blood off, they had discovered that the injury hadn't nearly been as bad as expected. But Sherlock had still spend the last ten minutes watching her with eagle eyes, making sure that she wouldn't hurt the bunny or overlook anything.

"What happened here?" When Molly wanted to pick the bunny up she noticed traces of blood on one of it's front paws.

"Dog blood. A doberman's to be specific," Sherlock replied with a proud look.

"You mean this little guy was attacked by a dog?" Molly asked, surprised that the animal was still alive after a fight with such a large opponent.

"No, it attacked a dog. The injury was acquired when it got stuck in the fence, after realizing it's own stupidity and making a run for it."

"Wow, that's quite the adventure," Molly carefully petted the bunny's soft fur.

"It was sweet of you to help," she added, looking up to face Sherlock.

"Well, even though it was stupid, I do admire bravery, and no one who can shut up my brother's idiot dog deserves to die in a fence."

"Your brother's dog?" Molly should have known that there had been more to the story.

"That beast was annoying me all morning, as if that ridiculous Easter breakfast hadn't already been tedious enough, but then this one here just jumped out, and almost scratched the big bad dog's eyes out. Maybe Mycroft should put the poor thing down before it dies of embarrassment," Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the though of the rather comical end to the festivities.

"That sounds terrible."

"Oh, you have no idea. I never understood the appeal of these holiday..."

"I didn't mean..." Molly interrupted him, but when she saw the confused look on his face, she decided that clearing the misunderstanding up wouldn't do any good, and moved on.

"So what's gonna happen to him now?"

"Well..." Sherlock started, realizing in astonishment that he didn't have an answer to Molly's question.

"You can keep him," he finally suggested.

"I have a cat," Molly reminded him.

"Right, that's a problem..."

"Why don't you just take him home for now? Until he gets better at least," Molly said, handing Sherlock the bunny. Seeking warmth and comfort, it immediately nestled against his chest.

"He's quiet, doesn't eat much, this might just work," Sherlock said to himself, while Molly made a mental note to tell John to keep an extra eye on the animal.

"Thank you Molly," He added ready to leave.

"Always," Molly replied, reaching out to pet the bunny one more time – blushing a little when her fingers brushed against Sherlock's hand.

"You were heading out," Sherlock suddenly said.

"What?"

"When I was coming in, you were putting your jacket on."

"Oh, just home. I had the night shift," she explained.

"I see," he nodded and turned around, but much to Molly's surprise he stopped at the door.

"Do you want to join me for a late breakfast. I know for a fact that Mrs Hudson made her famous Russian Easter bread, and I'm sure she'll be delighted to share."

"Do you mean that?"

"You saved my rabbit, it seems appropriate. So come on."

"Okay," Molly replied, and the consulting detective watched in amusement how the pathologist gathered her things and hurried to join him and his rabbit.

This story was inspired by a mechanical toy rabbit, that turned my grandparent's dog (a huge German Shepherd) into a nervous wreck. So I tweaked that story a little, gave Mycroft a dog, Sherlock a new friend, and you guys some Easter fluff ;)

...and about the Easter Bread, no one in my family's Russian, yet it's my favorite thing about Easter, so I had to include it haha.

Also, does anyone else think of a Mad Hatter tea party when trying to picture a Holmes family breakfast? No? Just Me? ...Okay.

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