First off, please understand that Sherlock will be OOC in this story, it's for the story and completely necessary. Thanks for reading. Lil

"John, you have to help me, you have to get me a break. If I don't get some time to myself I will lose my bloody mind." Molly pleaded as she sat in her office on her phone.

"Is he doing it again?" her friend asked.

"Again? He never stopped!" Molly huffed. "I can't get a minute's rest. He's here or at my flat 24/7! Most of the time I can deal with it but I have plans and I really don't want him to interfere again."

"Right, right...I did try talk to him. He said that I wouldn't understand and then he changed the subject. I don't know what's gotten into him."

"I have a date tomorrow night. Is there anyway you can take him off my hands, just for one night? I've been really looking forward to this. I'm actually shocked he left me alone long enough for Dr. Burgess to ask me out, been waiting for weeks. Just one night, please," she pleaded.

"Okay, hopefully I can find a case or I should say find one he'll actually take. I can't believe he's so disinterested in cases lately. Barring that... oh hell I'll come up with something. Enjoy your date Molls."

"Thanks John, love you!"

"You too."

Molly hung up and exhaled deeply, feeling much better for all of two seconds until her office door opened and Sherlock Holmes burst in.

"A date? And you thought I wouldn't find out?" He practically shouted, his deep baritone filling the tiny space.

"Sherlock! I think I've just wet myself!" Molly exclaimed as she tried to catch her breath. "Eavesdropping on my conversation? Really? A new low!"

"No date for you tomorrow Dr. Hooper, we have plans," he said smugly as he planted himself in the chair in front of her desk.

Molly took a deep breath and tried to rein in her anger. She had tried yelling at him, she had tried pleading with him, she had even tried calling Greg and having the consulting detective removed from her flat at one point (the DI thought it was some kind of joke.) Finally she decided it was better for everyone if she just stayed calm. She couldn't really even goad him into a fight anymore. He'd just calmly blow her off, acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be constantly in her presence.

"Sherlock," She smiled sweetly (though completely fake) "I'm going on a date with Dr. Burgess tomorrow night. I won't be spending the evening with you. I am very sorry. Please leave and stop listening to my phone calls. Good day."

"No," he said calmly looking so unconcerned you'd think he didn't care one bit.

Molly closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with her index fingers. Whatever mental breakdown Sherlock as experiencing was driving her straight into one herself. Eight weeks of this, unrelenting Sherlock Holmes night and day. Once was a time she would have welcomed this with open arms. But not now... no, now I just want some peace and quiet and to possible get boned by a radiologist. Oh, how she wished she could enjoy her inappropriate pun, but she was no mood for laughing.

He barely took cases anymore. He would only leave her side for an eight or higher. Meaning two bodies or more, missing at least three limbs (collectively.) She almost hated that she knew his rating system. She was tired, she was annoyed and she was frankly horny. Spending nearly every waking hour (and some sleeping ones too) with the man of your sexual fantasy without any hope of um... completion, wasn't doing her libido any good. She was ready to pop!

His moods, once mercurial, now were so much more measured and even that she was almost convinced he was taking some kind of medication. She had found nothing when she had asked him if she could make sure he'd not slipped back in to his drug habit. She felt a little bad for extending the testing to prescription medication, but she had to know. She'd always been able to read Sherlock, but lately his steady demeanor was really throwing her off.

"Sherlock..." She looked up to try, once again and explain her need for alone time, only to find her office void of the consulting detective. "Enjoy it while it lasts," she mumbled to herself.

Ten minutes later she got a text from Dr. Burgess canceling their date. She put her head down on her desk and cried.

As Sherlock walked out of the radiology department with a satisfied smile on his face his mobile rang.

"Mycroft."

"How are things progressing with your target?" His brother asked.

"Ew, would you stop calling her that? It sounds so sinister."

"Okay, would you prefer I call her your future girlfriend?" he mocked.

"You're right, target's better. Didn't your people come up with names for all of this?"

"Yes of course they did. I explained all this at great length and will not be doing so again on an unsecured mobile device. Go through that roll-a-dex of yours and pull it out."

Sherlock stopped walking. "Did you just call my Mind Palace a roll-a-dex? You showed me how to build the bloody thing... remember?"

"All too well, brother dear. I didn't, however, tell you to give such a ridiculous name. So, how are things with Miss Hooper?"

"That's Dr. Hooper and they are progressing," Sherlock answered sounding both irritated and bored with the conversation.

"Sherlock, you need to explain this to her. She's one of us, she'll understand."

"Like I did?" Sherlock questioned.

"You, are a stubborn child. This should have been taken care of years ago, and would have been if you had listened to me when I told you about it after Baskerville."

"You only suspected Molly, a fact that I myself recently confirmed. Frankly she wouldn't have believed me then anymore than I did you. She's almost ready, in the mean time I'm keeping other possible suitors at bay and spending as much time with her as possible." He stopped to hail a cab. "Is there anything else or did you just call to give me dating advice?"

"No, just do it Sherlock before you screw this up. She's yours and you need to claim her."

Sherlock gave Molly a little space knowing she'd be angry that he made that simple minded radiologist cancel their date. He had to make plans anyway. As much as he hated to admit it Mycroft was right. It was almost time. He needed to talk to Molly and soon. His biological need to be with her was becoming uncontrollable and he could tell she was feeling the effects as well.

Mycroft was worried for nothing though. This was Molly. She had been infatuated with him for years. Of course it wasn't mere infatuation, how were they have to know that though? He had spent the last two months learning everything he needed to know about her, her likes and her dislikes, and now he was confident he could play her better than his Stradivarius.

Molly wasn't what everyone thought she was... she was quite complex. He had actually know this for years. His brother was right about one thing though, he should have done this a long time ago. Although with the complications in his life, when would he really have had the time? Now he was able to do it at his pace, get to know her in a whole new way. This was an exciting new experiment and he couldn't wait to start in earnest. He was pulled out of his thoughts when the cabby informed him they had reached his destination.

He bound up the stairs only to find John Watson making tea in the kitchen of 221B.

"John, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Sherlock said as he removed his trademark Belstaff and scarf.

John came out with two mugs of tea in his hands handing one to his best friend then taking his customary seat.

"Can't a man come and have a chat with his best mate?" John said as he cooled his tea.

"Of course," Sherlock said. "Except in this case Molly called you and asked you to intervene on behalf of her date with the half-witted Dr. What's His Name. They give out medical degrees to practically anyone these days. Though in fairness, how hard can Radiology be? Only requirement is vision."

"Listen..." John started.

"No need John. I already took care of it. Spoke with the imbecile not a half hour ago and explained that it wasn't in his best interest to continue pursuing Dr. Hooper." Sherlock smiled and took a drink of his tea.

John studied his best friend. Sherlock was either having some kind of breakdown or he was on drugs (which he dismissed because Molly made him pee in a cup several times over the last eight weeks) or he was hopelessly in love with his pathologist.

"So you and Molly?" John said after releasing a deep breath.

"Me and Molly what?"

"Sherlock, what do you expect us to think. You won't leave her alone," John asked.

"She's alone right now isn't she? I'm here having a boring conversation with you."

"Look, if you fancy Molly just tell her and stop tormenting the poor girl," John said leaning in with his elbows on his knees.

Sherlock had considered telling John about the situation, even though Mycroft had given him strict instructions not to, he could care less. John Watson was the exception to many rules. However, he felt he couldn't tell him until he talked to Molly, it was only fair. It was a shame too, there were aspects of this endeavor in which he would undoubtedly be of assistance.

"John, this is one of those instances in which you will have to trust me. This is a fair bit more complicated that fancying a girl. Though you aren't completely off base."

"See, I don't understand you when you talk like that," John said leaning back and resting his head on his hand.

"Not surprising."

"Sherlock, you are driving her spare! She was really looking forward to this date. What does that tell you?"

"That her taste in men hasn't improved with age," Sherlock said without missing a beat.

"Sherlock! It's not your place to tell Molly who she can date. It's not your place to tell Molly if she can go out with her friends. And, I can't even believe I have to say this, but it's not your place to..." John looked down and back up. "Did you really ask about family's medical history? Knowing that her mum died not one year ago! Why do you even need to know that?"

Sherlock was looking off in the distance, John thought he was finally getting to him. "You're right John, I shouldn't have asked that. I can easily access that information through Mycroft. It was very insensitive of me. I will be more careful in the future." Sherlock jumped up. "Anything else?" he asked brightly.

"What the hell's gotten into you? You don't go poking into your friend's medical history, even you have to know that's crossing a line!" John was on his feet and dangerously close to his best friend now. "Listen to me mate, that woman risked everything for you and you are making her a nervous wreck. I have no idea what's going on with you but you better back off and give her some space before you push her too far and lose her for good." John eased back and straightened his jumper. "Think about someone else for once in your life." He regretted it as soon as he said it, but he was pissed and he didn't care right then. He stormed out the door.

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