All rights to Moffat, gattis and BBC. I own nothing. O.k. the first chapter's a bit whacky - I've no idea how the story's gonna take off from here, but I promise you a happy ending, well, as happy as can be expected for Sherlock.

Molly was in the morgue, as usual, and engrossed in a book when Sherlock Holmes came swooping in as usual. She didn't notice him and that, obviously ticked him off – You don't walk impressively in to a room to have its only occupant not even raise her head to acknowledge your presence.

"Molly, need your help…"

No reaction except that of turning a page in the book.

"Molly?" , he said slightly raising his voice.

Still no reaction..

He stood close beside her and coughed –

"Wha- Oh..Hi Sherlock, didn't see you coming in.."

"Never mind that, get your apron, we have a case to work on."

"Umm…maybe you can do the experiments yourself? ", she asked hesitantly.

"Sorry?"

"It's just that I'm about to finish this book and the equipment's right there, so, please? ", she asked, with a hesitant smile.

"Molly, are you suggesting that you'd rather read –'', He snatched the book from the table and looked at its title, " The Corinthian than help me apprehend a dangerous burglar?!"

"I'm sorry, but, please, can you do it yourself this time ? Besides, Lestrade called and said that the burglar's caught already. You are only doing these experiments because he won't tell you how he did it…so no rush, right? Please…?" she asked plastering the most hopeful expression on her face.

"Fine!", said Sherlock walking to the other examination table, muttering rather loudly, "Women! I don't understand how you can enjoy such stories – so romantic and, and soppy.."

"I don't know about others, but I enjoy them for the same reason people enjoy fairy tales."

"And that is?"

"An opportunity to experience something that doesn't actually exist in the real world.", she said and went back to her book.

Sherlock was slightly taken aback. He had Molly pegged as a sentimental, soppy person and here she was, equating love to fairy tales. She actually said that love doesn't exist. Though it is a belief that he himself strongly subscribed to, he was a bit surprised when he received affirmation of his thoughts from an unexpected quarter. He saved the incident in his memory palace, because he had a feeling that this might come in handy, sometime in the future.