My first multi-chapter fic... very excited. Hope you enjoy.

I own nothing... except the mistakes, as usual.

The Pink Wall

Molly was sitting at on her sofa painting her toenails when Sherklock busted through the door of her flat.

"Molly Hooper!" He said as a bottle of nail polish flew past Sherlock's head crashing against her wall next to the door.

"For the love of... you nearly gave me a stroke!" Molly said clutching her heart.

"Why are you clutching at your heart, a stroke is a cerebral event so why are you holding your chest like I nearly gave you a heart attack? Really Molly, you determine the cause of death for a living, you of all people should know better."

That's when Molly threw the second bottle of nail polish at him (he caught that one.)

"Why are you here trying to cause my death (to be determined later) anyway?" She asked.

"Oh, I need your laptop." He said brightening.

"What?"

"Molly, really... all these years and still you expect me to repeat myself? Your. Laptop. I. Need. It."

"Why in God's name can't you use one of your own laptops, last time I was at your flat you had like fifteen." Molly was running her hands through her hair considering pulling it out.

"Because I'm here and my computers are not." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"URHG, you know where it is. I'm taking a bath." She said gathering up her supplies (that weren't broken.)

"You mean you are going to take a bath, 'I'm taking a bath' suggests that you are currently taking a bath... you are not, we are both in your sitting room."

Molly squinted her eyes and said "Such a dickhead." As Sherlock moved to her desk to pick up her laptop.

"Hey, pick up that broken glass before you start!"

"You threw it at me, why should I have to clean it up?" Sherlock asked in disbelief.

"That was your fault and you know it. I know you can make a fist, try knocking next time and you might not have beauty products thrown at your head. Clean it up before Toby gets hurt."

Sherlock pouted for a few seconds then said,"Fine! I'll do it only because an innocent creature shouldn't suffer because of your overreaction to company. And why the hell wasn't your door locked? How many times have we talked about you and that door Molly?"

"I have literally NEVER seen your door shut let alone locked, you're one to talk."

"I'm not a defenseless woman." He said as he picked up the remaining bits of the broken bottle.

Molly had started to walk down the hall, this stopped her in her tracks.

"Okay, I'm going to be calm about this and handle your statement one asinine comment at a time. I will admit that I have on occasion forgotten to lock my door, such as today. I will be more careful. However, you are not my father, big brother or... or my anything else to be ordering me around. Secondly and soooo much more importantly... not a defenseless woman." She said pointing both thumbs at her chest.

"Molly, I just scared the life out of you simply by coming into your home. What would you have done if I had been an attacker?"

"I've hit you once before Sherlock Holmes don't temp me to do it again."

Sherlock laughed "That, oh Molly I let you slap me. I could have stopped you and you know it." He said as he tossed the broken bottle in the bin.

If Molly was mad before she was livid now. She had, at one point felt bad about slapping the living day lights out of her friend (especially since later that day he'd got himself shot) but she finally decided he had needed it and since (for some reason) Sherlock on occasion listened to Molly Hooper, she wasn't going to feel guilty about it now.

"You let me? You just let me hit you."

"Slap Molly! Not hit, with your tiny little hands I doubt, even with a closed fist, would have done any r..."

That's when Molly Hooper punched Sherlock Holmes soundly in the nose.

"Molly! What the hell?" Sherlock said holding his nose.

"Oh, Sherlock! I'm sorry! But really you shouldn't challenge me, I'm small but solid." Molly said as she was getting icepack for Sherlock's ever swelling nose.

"Molly I've hunted and killed trained assassins, what if my reflexes had kicked in and I had hit you back?"

"Please, at this point I think you're more scared of me than I am of you." She held the icepack up to his injury.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, you big baby, hold still. Serves you right for making fun of my small hands."

She was standing in between Sherlock's knees holding the icepack, he was smiling despite the mild pain.

"I believe I called them tiny... OW!"

Molly pushed down on his nose. "Watch yourself Holmes..."

"Okay maybe you aren't completely defenseless but please remember to lock your door."

When he said this Molly looked up at the door in question.

"I'll never get that nail polish off my wall."

"Acetone would work but it'll take the paint off too."

"Ya, I know. Here." She gave him the icepack. "I'm going to bathe, don't bleed on my laptop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Sherlock said grinning then wincing at the pain.