Here's the final chapter. The ending is flat I'm afraid. I'm new to writing and I can't for the life of me, find enough passion in my imagination to write steamy endings. I hope the story hasn't been disappointing. A HUGE THANK YOU to all the people who've waited for more than a year for the conclusion of the story.

I borrowed the affair bit from the TV Show, Mentalist.

Please read and review. Sherlock doesn't belong to me. Thank you Miz Joely for being an amazing beta.

Molly was having dinner with Harry in a fancy restaurant. He was explaining to her some sociology theory and Molly was trying her best to concentrate. She was so focused on trying to make sense of what he was saying, that she only barely noticed someone drag a chair to her side and sit beside her. She turned to look at the person in confusion but that changed instantly in to pleasant surprise as she said, "Sherlock! I have been trying to reach you for the past two days. You went off the radar, I was worried. Is everything alright?"

Holy Hell, What's he doing here?! Who interrupts a date? And she is actually happy he did it?

"We caught them Molly"

"We did?! Oh, that's so great! Tell me everything! How did it happen?"

Oh, it's a case. But still, can't they talk about it later? Maybe Molly will send him off after a couple of minutes.

"Well, like I said, it was a simple case. Very little detective work was needed. I talked to Lestrade, had him file a case on Dr. Mansfield, and bullied him to rush the forensics. Just like we guessed, it had Dawn's prints on them. There were another set of prints but we didn't have Davis's prints to verify. However, Lestrade thought Hawthorne's and that cardiac patient's testimonials, the plastic bottle and Mr. Davis's absence were enough to get a warrant against Dr. Mansfield."

"But?"

"But the Judge was being rather difficult and – ''

"You blackmailed him, how?"

How did she know he blackmailed him? And she's not even shocked! Darn it, is she actually impressed that he blackmailed the judge?!

"Just like you to know my methods Molly. It was rather easy to deduce that he was having an affair. His wife's picture was on his table. It was obvious that he influenced his secretary to look like his wife – she had recently cut her hair and dyed it blonde, obviously to suit his tastes. Also, they were overcompensating – being extremely formal with each other to mask their actual intimacy."

Gosh Darn it! She is impressed!

"The case Sherlock, the case!"

Yes, the case. Don't mind me at all. Maybe I'll drape something around myself and merge in to the background.

"Yes, everything was easy after that. We got the warrant. We looked in to the doctor's accounts – lots of unexplained funds. Lack of receipts for the drugs he gave to Dawn. The Yard offered him a deal - squeal about Mr. Davis or face a bigger sentence. And here's the shocker – Davis is his own brother! Adept at software engineering, which was why he was able to disappear like that."

"His own brother! But how did they know to target the family?! Did they target the family or was it a coincidence?"

Wow, brothers in blood and in crime? How sick can people get? So was it a coincidence or not?

"It wasn't. Ms. March's precaution doomed her daughter's life I'm afraid" he said taking a sip out of Harry's largely untouched wine glass. He secretly smirked to himself over the irritation Harry was feeling over being ignored but he continued as if he didn't notice anything.

How thick is this guy?! He crashes my date and drinks my wine! No, you stupid prick, don't even ask my permission to drink it. Why am I even here…I'll just hear how this case ends and then I'll leave.

"Her precaution doomed her, how?"

"Her mother's only sister had died of familial insomnia, of course back then they had thought that she was insane. Anyway, Ms. March found out five or six years before her death that the disease could be genetic. She underwent karyotyping and when she found out she had that gene, made Dawn take those tests too. Dawn's results were negative. Which was why Dawn was so insistent about the tests being botched. You know what happened after that. Mansfield told his brother, he became Davis and the rest is history."

"Why did he run? Disappear like that?"

"He hid that bottle in that cardboard box, it was in the store room. Unfortunately for him, Hawthorne took that same box as a souvenir. He couldn't very well ask her to give that box back without arousing any suspicions. So he did the next best thing he could."

"He fled like the filthy creep that he is."

The mystery being resolved, Harry resignedly sighed to himself and looked at the both of them. He didn't want to be rude, but some things just had to be said.

"You guys make such a good team."

Molly jumped when he said that, only then realizing that he was still in the room.

"Oh, Harry! Sorry for ignoring you like that. But it had been a particularly exhausting case – wait what are you doing?" she asked, slightly alarmed as he got up and took off his napkin.

"Molly, I'm sorry but I'm clearly not your type. Two interrupted dates, both of them interrupted by him. The first time, you don't even scold him and second time, you practically ask him to stay – both of you need to have a serious conversation."

"Harry, it's not like that. We were just – ''

"It's exactly like that Harry. We'll talk it out. Thank you and sorry you had to go through all that."

And before Molly could say anything else, Sherlock shook his hand and sent him on his way.

He sat in the seat emptied by Harry, wearing a very self-satisfied expression, waiting for Molly to stop staring at him like a Goldfish.

"What was all that! What have you done?!"

"What have I done?! You completely forgot that the man was even in the room!"

Both of them hadn't realized that they were shouting and when it was brought to their attention by the waiter, Molly let out a frustrated groan, dropped some bills on the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

Sherlock followed her out and stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"Let go of me Sherlock!"

"What is your problem?! We were having such a good time and the one inconvenience we had literally walked out voluntarily, what more could you want?!"

"What more could I want?! I'll tell you what I DON'T want! I don't want my dates driven away, I don't want to run around with you like your stupid partner – ''

"What's so bad about being my partner?! You clearly enjoy this work!"

"I enjoy this work Sherlock but I LOVE YOU!" she said, almost letting out a sob. "I love you, and you don't love me, and it HURTS to see you every day and think that I'll never mean to you what you mean to me! I'm sorry, I know it's not your fault, but I can't take it anymore, I can't!"

Sherlock took a deep breath and shook his head as if he made up his mind about something.

"Won't you ask me how I knew that you were here?"

"Does it matter?" she asked weakly, wiping away her tears.

He took a couple of steps closer and taking Molly's hands in to his, started speaking quietly, "I called you, you didn't answer. I called Mary. Of course, she wouldn't tell me. So, I threatened her, told I'll sabotage her dates with John. She asked me to go boil my head. Then I tried sentiment – told her that I solved your case, that I wanted to tell you personally, she asked me not to be a twat and to e-mail the details to you. Finally, I begged her."

"You what?!"

He slowly brought down his head to rest against hers. Before Molly could flinch and step back, Sherlock drew back and slowly put his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. He looked into her eyes and started talking again.

"I begged her Molly. I told her how I didn't like you not helping me with my experiments, you not being there when I came to the lab and that e-mail Molly, that's what hurt me the most. You sending me an e-mail when you could have just called me or told me about the case directly when we met – it became clear that you were putting distance between us and I didn't like it Molly, not one bit. And then I told her how you were the only woman who would ever understand me and that I wasn't messing around anymore, then and only then did she give me the address."

"You convinced Mary?"

"Have I convinced you?"

"Do you like me?"

She was in Sherlock's arms but her hands were balled protectively in front of her. He looked at her for a long time before answering, "I don't know if it's like or love Molly but it feels horrible without you and I don't want to feel that ever again."

Molly's face broke in to a huge smile and she softly said, "That's good enough for me!" and jumped to hug him properly.

They were on the pavement, yes, but it was London and nobody really cared, least of all, Sherlock and Molly. It was hard to think about others when they had finally found each other.