He Does Care

Hi there! This piece is a few short one shots about Molly realizing that despite everything, Sherlock does actually have feelings, even when he tries to hide them. Review (Good or bad!) and enjoy!

Molly Hooper was tired. This was her third late night shift in a row at St. Bart's hospital and she could not have been more relieved when she saw she only had to finish a bit of blood testing and paperwork and then she could go home and sleep through her day off tomorrow.

Molly rolled away "Harvard, Gregory A." into the cool metal refrigerator and sighed heavily to herself before peeling off her blue latex gloves and throwing them into the trash can to her left.

"Long day, Dr. Hooper?" Molly jumped about a foot in the air and wheeled around to see Sherlock Holmes standing by the door of the morgue, an eyebrow raised at her reaction.
"Oh, S-Sherlock. Sorry, I didn't- I mean, you startled me, that's all." Sherlock didn't reply but she could read his expression which was clearly saying "obviously."

"I need you to let me into the lab." Sherlock opened the door behind him ushering Molly out of it and flipping off the lights in the process. Molly barely had enough time to grab her bag and the blood samples before he shut the door.
"Actually Sherlock," Molly started. "I was just going to finish up with a few bits of paperwork and sign some blood in for testing-" Molly didn't have time to finish before Sherlock interrupted her.
"Is that a new blouse?"
"What? Oh," Molly glanced down at her blue blouse. She had bought it in the hopes of wearing it somewhere outside of the morgue where actual living people would be able to see it but she knew that the chances of her leaving the comfort of her flat on her days off were slim to none. It wasn't an overly extravagant shirt, but she loved it all the same.

"Yes, I got it a few days ago." When she looked up from her shirt she realized Sherlock's facial expression had changed. You are not falling for this again, Molly Hooper she warned herself. But he was staring at her so intently, shifting back and forth a little bit on his heels.
"It- well, it looks nice on you." Sherlock seemed so sincere even though she knew perfectly well he was saying this just so he could use her lab. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes feeling as though any second she was going to melt like butter.

"Well, I guess you can use the lab just until I'm finished." Sherlock beamed at her, which was very rare indeed and spun on his heel to lead her to her lab.

It was nearly one in the morning before Molly finished testing all the blood she needed to test and she was only half way done with her paper work, all of it spread out on the desk in front of her. Sherlock was bent over a microscope, a pen in hand, scribbling down notes every so often on a piece of scrap paper next to him. Molly stifled a yawn and turned back to her papers eyeing them with obvious distaste.

"Molly, can you pass me a pen?" Sherlock held out his hand not looking up from the microscope. "Mine's just died."
"Sure." Molly opened the desk drawer in front of her and pulled out a regular black pen before slapping it in his hand. She stumbled back to her seat and flopped down, rubbing her eyes. God, she was tired. Maybe she could just rest her eyes for a moment, only one moment then she'd finish the rest of her paper work and go home.

Molly cracked her eyes open in what seemed like three seconds later but in reality was forty-five minutes from when she'd last had them open. She sat up worriedly when she saw Sherlock was no longer in his seat by the microscope and frantically rubbed the sleep from her eyes. How long was I out of it she thought before stretching her arms out in front of her.

"I've just gotten us a cab." Sherlock entered through the lab door and stared at his phone intently, typing away.
"It should be here in a few minutes." He walked back through the door just as quickly as he came in leaving Molly flabbergasted. He'd called her a cab? That was nice of him. Wait, that was NICE of him. Sherlock wasn't nice unless he needed something; she'd known that having been at the receiving end of his fake compliments more often than she'd like to admit. Molly frowned trying to fully wake up and figure out everything that she had missed while she was asleep.

It was then that she noticed how warm she was; the lab was always frightfully cold and she had more often than not regretted not bringing a thicker jumper to wear underneath her white lab coat. She glanced down at her arms and saw an unfamiliar black coat wrapped around her shoulders and tucked under her in order to keep her warm. Molly rubbed her eyes again fighting against the fog that wanted to keep her asleep and quickly realized just whose coat this was.

"Are you coming, Molly?" Sherlock's head poked back into the room a frown tugging the corner of his lips downward when he saw she had barely moved.
"The cab is here." Molly nodded her head and stood up, releasing Sherlock's coat from around her and instantly regretting the warmth as the cool, sterilized air hit her arms. Sherlock took the coat while the two of them walked down the hallway towards the exit of the hospital.

"You looked cold." Sherlock said as an explanation as to why she had woken up smothered. She nodded and smiled in thanks while he shrugged his coat back on and they walked out the door. The cab pulled up against the curb, ignoring the honks of indignation from the cars around it.

"What's the matter?" Molly glanced up at Sherlock's face; he was thinking about something and hard at that. He always got a small crease in between his eyebrows when he was contemplating something, Molly had noticed.

Sherlock just shook his head. "The coat, it smells like…..lavender." He sat in the back of the cab, waiting for Molly to climb in behind him, seeming to be pleased with his own deductions once he realized that it was Molly's perfume that had caused it to smell like the flower.

Once Molly reached her flat, had put down her bag and keys and had fed Toby, she collapsed into her bed not bothering to change out of her comfy work clothes. Right before she fell asleep again, however, she swore that from this day forward she would always wear lavender perfume.

A/N One of many stories that will be posted soon, I've had a bunch of ideas pop into my head of late and I intend to write them all down on paper. I'm taking prompts in either a review or PM form if you have a good idea for a story! Thank you ahead of time for reviewing!