Hello! I would like to thank you for all your LOVLEY reviews if I didn't reply I apologize! Okay I friggin moved and I didn't have wifi and then I had opera and school and now I''m having my own romantic problems... Gahh just please forgive me.

I also realized... Morbidbydefault is reading this... I absolutely flipped when I realized! All I need is a review from Petra Todd and ill be super happy with life.

Anywho still looking for an editor. Someone who's written Sherlock stories.

Okay back to our story!

Molly rode home gently clutching her hand with the dashing American clearly on her mind. She hadn't felt this excited since she... Well since she first met Sherlock. She relished finally having her heart flutter at the thought of someone other than him. But unfortunately she knew that it wasn't the same, since whenever she thought of Patrick his face would somehow morph into Sherlocks. Molly shuddered and pushed this consulting detective out of her thought process.

This would be good for her. She needed to get over a man who would never love her back. Deep down she knew that her endless chase after him would never prevail. She was an item to him, nothing more nothing less.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when her phone pinged with a text message. Pulling it out, a number she didn't recognize was displayed on the screen. But she knew who it was.

Hey. :) This is Patrick. Sorry for running off I had a business meeting.

-PJ

Molly smiled, butterflies formed and fluttered in her stomach, she also giggled at how silly his initials looked.

It's okay. Anyway my friend wanted to go home.

-MH

The fellow with the coat I saw walking up?

-PJ

Molly continue texting and didn't notice the glares she was receiving from Sherlock. This made him irritated, considering that he wasn't the center of her attention.

Yeah I'm taking care of him for about a month. Somewhat of a medical problem he's recovering from.

-MH

Oh okay. Hey how does 5:00 tonight sound? Meet me at the bench and we will walk together to a cafe.

-PJ

Yeah okay sounds great. :)

-MH

Okay see you then ;)

-PJ

:)

-MH

Molly slipped her phone back into her pocket with a dreamy look on her face. This was thrilling, he seemed like a great guy and she was finally able to have a chance of getting over Sherlock. Realizing that her temporary flatmate would be cross if she just left him, she decided it would be best to tell Sherlock now.

"Sherlock I'll be going out at 5:00 so hopefully Mycroft can watch over you." Sherlock sneered at the mention of his brother. He would rather join Molly on her date with the insufferable man than have Mycroft watch him. It would be constant scolding and yelling from his brother that he was not willing to endure.

"No I'll be fine without you." She tried to not let the words sting. But she couldn't help her face falling slightly. The words were meant to hurt, its her fault for being so foolish and just leaving him.

"Oh... Okay." They didn't say another word for the rest of the cab ride. Sherlock silently handed the cabbie a few bills then headed with Molly to the apartment.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in silence. Sherlock sat in his mind palace while Molly cleaned and read a book. The silence hung thick in the air causing Molly to suddenly feel guilty. Maybe she was hurting his feelings? Maybe... He actually cared and was feeling hurt.

No screw his feelings. She didn't need to continue chasing him. It was time to let go.

Glancing over at Sherlock she found his body slumped and hands at his sides. His head had lolled back onto the armrest when he fell asleep. Molly smiled at the calm peaceful look on his face. He seemed so calm when asleep. All his stress and irritation melted away and left behind a peaceful little boy.

Molly gently patted his unruly curls and went into the bedroom to get ready. She thankfully had a nicer blouse and skinny jeans packed and a pair of cute leather boots.

Grabbing her curling iron she gently curled the ends of her hazelnut hair and applied a light layer of makeup. She didn't want to seem like she was trying too hard but at the same time, she wanted to appear confident and put together. Molly smiled at the reflection satisfied with she saw. This sudden burst of confidence felt so good, as opposed how he usually felt.

Checking the clock again she decided it was time to go. Sherlock was awake when she came into the living room. He didn't say a word, only glanced at her and quickly looked away again.

"I'll be back a little later." She shouted waking out the door. When the door slammed signaling her departure, Sherlock grabbed his coffee cup and threw it against the wall for a reason he didn't understand.

"So you're a pathologist?" Molly shrugged.

"Yeah most people find that rather creepy." Patrick laughed, his eyes lighting up and his cheeks turning a slight pink.

"I actually think it's kinda cool. Granted its kinda gross, personally I tend to stay away from dead bodies. But I don't think you're creepy." Molly smiled.

"So what do you do?" Patrick smiled slightly seeming a little embarrassed.

"I'm a mentalist." Molly tilted her head in slight confusion. Patrick noticed and continued. "I used to work for the CBI, but I'm working here with the British government. Too many memories in California. Anyway what I do is catch bad guys basically by reading their minds." Molly nodded.

"Yeah my friend does that he calls it 'deducing'. You might have heard of him his name is Sherlock Holmes." Patrick's eyes widened.

"Oh! The dude with the coat! That's Sherlock?" Molly nodded. Patrick gaped excitement crossing his features.

"I've heard of some of his cases! He's brilliant!" Molly smiled by inwardly grimaced, she had hoped to steer away from Sherlock. She inwardly scolded herself for bringing him up.

"I could possibly arrange for you two to meet." Patrick smiled but shook his head.

"No not until he's better. You said he was having a medical issue. I won't stress him out anymore than necessary." Molly nodded in agreement.

"He's rather disagreeable. Even though he's extremely brilliant. Most often he just sits in this thing called a 'mind palace'." She said making air quotations with her fingers. Patrick surprising didn't look confused or weirded out, instead he actually seemed to understand what she was speaking of.

"Oh yeah I actually have one of those." Molly gaped at him.

"R-really?" She said mentally slapping herself for stuttering. Patrick laughed.

"Yeah, its more of just a memory tool for me. Though some people often use it as an escape, I mostly just use it for memory." Molly smiled slightly relieved knowing he wouldn't be silent for extremely long periods of time. Though she's grown tolerant towards it, the silence always bothered her.

"So tell me... What is a mentalist? Like Sherlock looks at things people usually miss and pieces things together. Like he could notice someone is having an affair with their secretary by their shirt, or hair of briefcase." Patrick nodded taking another sip of his coffee.

"Well mentalism is basically understanding the human brain. I can predict what you'll think or do from facial cues, verbal cues, physical, habits and other things. I often set up traps for criminals by understanding them and basically thinking like them. It's kinda like what Sherlock does but more mentally based."

Molly nodded extremely excited about this new aspect of Patrick. This could be the perfect chance to get over Sherlock. He's brilliant just like Sherlock, handsome too. Granted he didn't have those unruly curls, piercing blue eyes... She didn't realize that she had zoned out until Patrick spoke.

"You're a little in love aren't you?" Molly jumped slightly and blushed.

"W-what?" Patrick smirked knowing he was right.

"You're in love. But of course not with me... Sherlock. You're in love with him." Molly gaped at Patrick not knowing how to respond.

"I... Well... N-no... Okay b-but..." Patrick laughed.

"No no it's okay. You're trying to get over him possibly? You feel like he doesn't love you back." Molly blushed and simply nodded at a loss for words. After having a sip of coffee she created her throat and meekly spoke.

"H-how did you know?" Patrick shrugged.

"You often had a far away look in your eyes and you spoke fondly of Sherlock. A love sick look in your eyes when you mentioned him. It wasn't hard to figure out."

The pathologist looked sheepishly down at her lap feeling bad about letting Patrick down.

"Yeah... I'm really sorry." Patrick laughed.

"No no! It's okay... I may also be here for similar reasons." Molly lifted her gaze and looked at Patrick. His joyful features turned slightly more sorrowful.

"Was it a woman?" Patrick nodded slightly. Molly didn't press the issue causing an awkward silence to fill the air. After what seemed like hours (though only about 45 seconds) Patrick's face lit up with an idea.

"Hey! How about we work together to make Sherlock fall in love with you. These cases the British government give me are rather simple and boring. I need something else to occupy my brain." Molly looked up rather surprised.

"You... You don't have to do that..." Molly said wanting to be polite but secretly jumping for joy. "And besides he doesn't like me that way."

Patrick smirked, "We'll see about that." They both laughed, knowing even though a relationship wouldn't work out, they would always be good friends.

Sherlock huffed in boredom. That fact that Molly ha to run off for the night with a complete stranger was lost on him. What was the point? It would most likely not work in her favor. To make matters worse he had no idea where she was. Of course he could most likely figure it out to go and rescue Molly. But after much he decided it would be best to wait until she came home not wanting to face her wrath. Looking back at the clock he noticed she had been gone for five hours. A knot of worry settled in his stomach twisting and turning and spreading across his abdomen. He frowned at the offending body part. Why should he be worried? It's not like he cared... Okay he did. It was no use denying it anymore. He at least "worried" over her safety. Only because he found her useful and it would be inconvenient if she was harmed.

His internal rambling came to a halt when he heard Molly fumbling with the lock. He knew it was her by the way the keys kept jingling as she tried to grasp them with her small hands. Jumping up he sat by the window and crossed his arms attempting to seem occupied. His features returned to their normal bored look. God forbid she caught him during his inner rambling.

Molly stumbled into the flat, tripping over her feet carelessly. She was obviously enjoying herself and felt rather happy. When Sherlock looked over he saw she had a man along with her. The two fumbled into the apartment holding hands with each other and smiling. Their laughter filled the apartment making Sherlocks stomach twist. This fluffly teenage love show made him recoil in disgust. A little voice in the back of his head bothered him, reminding him that it wasn't only disgust. He pushed that irritating voice far into the back of his mind.

Now that he could get a closer look at the man Sherlock began deducing him.

'The man was about three years older than Molly, he had a sufficient job judging by his well cut hair and clothing. Right handed, writes on a regular basis. Probably preferred righting over typing. No, he draws. And often uses cards. Doesn't look like a regular gambler... Ah must play card tricks. So, smart, with a sense of humor...' Sherlock stomach sank as he began to notice nothing wrong with this man. Even worse, he was perfectly compatible for Molly. Everything she could want in a man.

Wait... He shouldn't feel like this, he didn't have feelings for Molly. Granted he cared about her "well being" only because she was of good service to him and it would be rather unfortunate to lose her. No, he didn't do feelings. Sentiment was a chemical d-.

His inner monologue stopped when he noticed the man reaching out his hand to Sherlock with a warm smile. This kind gesture made him want to do anything but shake this mans hand. The detective snapped back into reality and grasped the hand stiffly. Molly would be cross if he was rude and he didn't want to upset her. Not because it would be upsetting to hurt Molly. Because... He didn't want to deal with a mopey Molly.

"Patrick Jane, and you're Sherlock right?" Sherlock nodded not saying anything back to the man. He honestly didn't know what to say to him, or want to sa anything.

"I know you're still feeling ill, but I wanted you to get a chance to meet Patrick-" Molly was cut off by a much deeper voice that spoke quickly and irritated.

"Well now we've all broken the ice la da da da da! So Patrick may now leave so I can rest." He made a motion towards the door ensuring his desire for Patrick's departure. Enough, this man had to leave. To his surprise, Molly rushed Patricks side slightly embarrassed. Her flaming cheeks and lack of eye contact confirmed this. Great, what worse than a mopey Molly was an embarrassed Molly. Nothing would get done tonight, even though there wasn't anything to do it was irritating.

"Oh I'm sorry... He just gets cranky..." Patrick shrugged and smiled. Molly's cheeks returned to normal in reaction to Patricks cool character. Molly shrugged and still wouldn't make eye contact. A small smile crossed Patricks face, he gently placed his hands on Molly's shoulders and turned her to face him. He spoke with a calm voice to Molly which was met by a pang of guilt from Sherlock, reminding him how bad he always treated Molly.

"Hey I would be too if my house mate brought someone home while I was sick. It's okay I'll text you later." He said with a charming smile causing Sherlock to feel utter disgust within himself. He remembered when his smiles made Molly melt, of course now she would completely ignore him. At this point even Sherlock had to admit he felt the teeniest bit envious, not because he had feelings...

Patrick gently kissed Molly's cheek and walked out the door waving as he went. Molly's eyes followed him out the door clouded with a dreamy look. The feeling in Sherlocks stomach became so great, it felt as though it was physically weighing him down. He slumped onto a couch going into his mind palace to deal with these feelings of pain and jealousy. Hopefully this unbearable weight would be lifted from him as he went over it all. Being so wrapped up in his mind, he didn't notice Molly's phone ping with a new text message.

Yes I was right. He's in love with you.

-PJ

LOVE YOU ALL YOURE AMAZING.

-Sky

-Skyler