The Dark Case of Jack

Chapter Five A

Here's where the story splits, the main storyline will be the same but the romance will be different so choose one or choose both.

The A chapters are Sherlolly and the B chapters are johnlock.

This one is a long one so be prepared. also a bit steamy so those with glasses fetch a cloth.

I do not own BBC Sherlock but I'm open to possibilities.
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Molly sat in her chair, wanting to cover her chest or at least sink beneath the table where she could hide from the stares.

Her dinner companion was paying her no attention and once again she wondered if Sherlock even knew about sex or if he had ever dated.

"This isn't going to work" She said watching the menu fall to the table as Sherlock looked at her.

"Why not? you're obviously on display, and this is the same location that the others had dined at before being murdered. Is that what worries you?"

Sherlock picked his menu back up as a waiter appeared to top off their champagne and accept their orders.

"We will be having the sweetheart course complete with dessert off the tray" Sherlock said before passing off his menu.

"Very good sir" the waiter replied, before accepting the paper and taking Molly's as well.

"You ordered for me." She said disappointedly. She had been hoping to try the quail, which she heard was devine.

"We are on a date," Sherlock said as he straightened the silverware in front of him.

Molly let out a frustrated sigh, "no one would believe that."

Her statement had Sherlock glancing up at her. "Why do you think that?"

Molly waved her hands before her, "you haven't even looked at me until just now. Usually when a man hires a....you know....he actually is attracted to women."

Sherlock cocked his head to the side, "Are you saying I should be staring at your decolatage?"

As he spoke, his eyes slid down her body to rest upon her breasts.

Molly flushed, wishing again that the dress wasn't so revealing.

She had been surprised to say the least when Sherlock had shown up at the morgue in a tux, holding a garment bag.

"Get changed," he had said handing her the bag and a small case.

A quick check had informed her that the case held makeup and a few hair styling items.

"Why?" she had asked, daring to hope that it was a date.

Sherlock had given her his trademark stare before answering, "I have figured out where the victims were on the night of their death. We are going to Luxieria Cuisine."

Molly had nodded, feeling a mixture of disappointment and excitement. it wasn't a date but this would be as close as it would get.

Of course, she had almost backed down when she opened the bag and saw the red lace dress it contained.

It boasted a low cut bodice, with a slit on the right side that ended at her upper thigh. Which was the only reason she could walk in the tight fitted garment.

Sherlock finaly looked away and took a sip of his champagne. Leaving Molly in mild distress.

"Sherlock, why did you ask me to do this?" Molly asked, looking at the white tablecloth.

Sherlock glanced around the room casually as he replied. "Well it's obvious the killer is either a server or a customer and the only way to flush him out would be giving him another potential victim."