Sherlock Imagines {COMPLETED}

Sherlolly: I don't know how to do this

Ayup Cumberbeans, so this is gonna be a Sherlolly as you can see ^^^ but I think before I start I should set some things straight. I don't ship Sherlolly all that much but if newer people come to the read this and they ship it I want to appeal to everyone. As I've never written anything like this before it might be a little strange but I'm sure you won't mind. Also I've decided that when this imagines book reaches 40 parts I'm going to stop. I just feel as though I'm exhausting all possibilities and ideas for what could happen. Sure, if I suddenly have another idea then I'll update and add it on but I'll be stopping at 40 for definite, some other things just might be added along the way. Finally (sorry this is so long) I'm gonna be starting a new fan fic. It shall be a Draco Malfoy one but I haven't decided on a name. The only difference is that I'll be writing the parts in bulk without publishing them. That way when I do finally publish them all you won't have to worry about me disappearing for days on end with no updates. (Does that make sense?)

Okay, anyways let us continue :)
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Sherlock's POV
I heard the door behind me squeak slightly as it opened. I looked up from my microscope to see Molly standing there blushing from embarrassment.
"S-sorry, I was just er-wondering if you'd l-like to have coffee." Her reaction to me having seen her confused me. Why in the world was she blushing so hard?

Batting the thought away I digested what she'd just asked me. Slowly I nodded.
"Black two sugars please." She responded with a small smile and then disappeared again. Shaking my head I returned my thoughts to the DNA in front of me, trying to figure out who exactly it belonged to. It didn't seem to match any of the suspects but there wasn't anyone else other than the five that had been accused who it could of been.

I groaned loudly in annoyance and ruffled my hair hoping it would help me. Nothing. I placed fingers on either side of my head and entered my mind palace, sifting through bits and pieces of information. For some strange reason Molly kept popping up to tell me another interesting fact about bullet wounds. It was hard to ignore her voice as it had managed to weave itself into my brain.

Frustrated, I opened my eyes to see Molly's worried face peering down at me, a steaming mug shaking in her hand.
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Molly's POV
I closed the door hurriedly after me, anxious to get Sherlock his coffee. I just couldn't help it. Whenever I was around him or he spoke to me I found myself in a stammering red faced mess. No wonder he looked so confused when I spoke to him, I must have looked awful.

The sky outside darkened and grey clouds rolled across London; great, it was going to rain. Ignoring the weather I rushed into the small cafeteria near reception and set about making Sherlock's coffee.

Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I thought back to how Sherlock had been in the lab. I knew Sherlock wasn't one fore romance or at least I doubted he'd ever be interested in a relationship of any kind. He was reclusive, arrogant but incredibly handsome.

I frowned at my weaker self. I'd told myself that I wouldn't be treated badly or rudely by him anymore and yet that hasn't stopped my evident crush. The kettle let out a sudden whistle, jolting me from my musings. I clumsily poured out the coffee making sure to add the two sugars before rushing back towards the lab.

Once I reached the door I quickly breathed in and out before clasping my fingers around the handle. A disappointed groan from inside startled me and I nearly dropped the coffee. I guessed that his tests weren't going particularly well.

I entered the room with caution, not knowing what to expect. To my surprise I saw Sherlock sitting in the same position is left him with the exception that his eyes were closed and his fingers pressed firmly to the sides of his head. I watched with fascination at his concentration. It took me a few seconds to realise that he was muttering a word over and over again. What was it?

I crept closer and listen intently to what he was saying. To my surprised it was my name Sherlock was repeating. Several questions were flapping wildly around my head but I pushed them to the side.

His eyes slowly flickered open and he stared up at me. I handed him the coffee shakily which he accepted with a nod of his head.
"Thank you Molly." I shrugged to indicate that I didn't mind and started towards the door, anxious to leave. I stopped dead in my tracks when he called my name.

"Molly, wait!" I turned around to see him standing up out of his chair and walking awkwardly towards me. My heart soared up and out of my chest so quickly I was shocked that he hadn't seen it.
"What is it Sherlock?" I asked. He let out a sigh and then mumbled something I didn't hear before looking me straight in the eye.
"Listen Molly, I er-I don't know how to do this but um-you see I like you. I like you a lot but not like a friend. So I guess I er-um-"
"You wanted to ask me out?" I interjected whilst feeling on cloud 9. He nodded and hid his blushing face. I grinned and took a step towards him.
"If that's the case then I accept."

He smiled up at me and grabbed my hand.
"Let's go!"

A/N ayup Cumberbeans sorry it's been so long. I want to thank you for 550 reads and the votes I've been getting. I hope you enjoyed and I also hope that you understood my note right at the beginning. If not then feel free to message me if you have any questions. Other than that I guess I'll see ya soon. Baiiiii-L