It's always Been True.

Say you're sorry.

The Next day Molly woke up with a severe hangover. There's absolutely no way she was going to ever drink that much again. She tried to recall the events of last night but everything seemed to be a blur.  She had 4 glasses of rum total and she was a light weight when it came to drinking. What happend last night anyway? She sat up in bed and smelled the faint smell of Sherlocks Cologne as she moved in the bed. Wait.....why was she smelling his Cologne on her sheets?

She looked around her room and noticed nothing amiss. She got up to look around her flat praying that what she thought happend, didn't.  Sherlock was nowhere to be found and the flat was dead silent ...all except for her cat padding across the floor.

She remembered that he came over with rum and chips but not much else after that. Maybe since he wasn't there then that means he left last night after they talked for a bit again.

Meanwhile at flat 221B, Sherlock entered the flat at 6am being as loud as he could possibly be Stumbling around.

John came out from his own room to see what was going on.

"Could you be any louder!?" John snapped at him .

"Probably .....but I chose not to ." Sherlock quickly replied as he started searching for something.

John was confused about why Sherlock decided to stay out all night and suddenly come barreling into the flat early in the morning looking as though he had a rough night.

"Sherlock....you weren't getting high again were you? Is this because of Molly? .....I'm sure  she will get in touch Sherlock,  just give her time . There's no need to start using again because you are depressed." John explained to Sherlock as he watched his friend continue looking for whatever he was looking for.

"I'm not using , and I'm not depressed ....not anymore." He said finally finding what it was he was so desperately searching for.

Sherlock picked up his violin case from under a stack of papers and pulled out the instrument. He then began playing the most beautiful piece of music John had ever heard.

John suddenly realized that Sherlock wasn't high in a drug sense but rather high on an emotional level.

"Sherlock......where were you last night ?" John asked curiously.

"Nowhere John....now if you don't mind I'm composing." Sherlock said and then started playing again.

Sherlock knew everything that happend last night and he swore to himself he wouldn't tell anyone not even Molly,  who he knew was too inebriated to remember anything. If she found out ...what would she think about him then? She would blame him for playing with her emotions to get what he wanted like she always did. That wasn't the case though....it was all real to him nothing even remotely fake about it. It was Love .

Molly had texted Sherlock at least 6 times already and she wasn't getting a response .....he was acting like she did to him and she didn't understand why after he wanted to hang out last night.

She sat in the lab contemplating everything that could possibly be wrong with him now.

Soon the doors busted open and in walked Sherlock and John.....it was obviously another case that they needed help with today. Molly jumped and turned to lock eyes with the detective and she saw what looked like nervousness and fear in his eyes but also joy.

"Sherlock....." Molly said acknowledging him and then smiled at John and said hello .

"M....Molly...." Sherlock stuttered a little .

That was most definitely odd coming from Sherlock. Most times he was so confident and self assured.

John noticed the way they were both acting and finally it clicked.

"Did you two sleep together??" He asked breaking the awkward silence between them.

"What!?" Both Molly and Sherlock asked at the same time . One with shock and the other as guilty as ever.

"You did didn't you?! I knew it!" John said as he lit up and let out a slight chuckle.

Molly's face drained of color as she soon started to remember the events that went down last night with Sherlock.

"You......!!" Molly said as she started to become angry. How dare he take advantage of her like that. It was all a ploy to get what he wanted for this case wasn't it? She thought so.