The one who mattered the most

Chapter 1 

I made my way trough the St. Bartholomew's Hospital, where I always could find Molly. I wonder where she spends her days off. Does she likes to go to the park? Or does she stay in to clean her house? I knew I always was disrespectful to her, but it was the only way to control my feelings for her. She always saw right through me, when I showed the real me around her. It was around lunch time, but she never lunched when she was supposed to. Work before her own sake, the rule where she lived by. She loves her work, just like me. Maybe that makes me admire her so much. She's clever and funny. A bit awkward, just like me. A sociopath sometimes. We were alike. I found her in the morgue I recognized her instantaneously; her small figure, high ponytail and white lab coat. In front of her lied a black, tall and naked man. His skin was clean, no trace of blood or injuries. Molly observed the man precisely. Every spot had to be noticed. I always liked to watch her do her job. She goes in a trance, like a dog picking up a scent. She could stay like that for hours. 'Heart attack don't you think?' I said. Her body froze, she didn't turn around. She just stood there. I almost could hear her think. She knew I'd come back, but she didn't knew when. Probably she had given up waiting for me to show up. 2 years. It took me 2 years to come back. Mycroft thought it was all about John, a mistake everybody makes. It isn't about John. It never has been. It was always, always about Molly. 'Yes' she said. She turned around, blushing. All her blood floated to her head, it made me grin. I didn't know how to greet her; Should I hug her? Shake her hand? Kiss on the cheek? At those moments I really wished John was here, to tell me what to do, to tell me the right thing to do. Luckily she took lead and hugged me. My arms were spread out, I saw John hug Mary the other day. I saw Mycroft hug Lestrade a lot, so I copied their actions. I folded my left arm around her waist and with my right hand I, gently, stroked through her hair. I messed up her ponytail, but she didn't seem to care. I smelled her parfume, which I gave her before my death. John told me woman like those kind of gifts. It seemed fitting. Molly started laughing when I gave it to her. It was meant to be a 'goodbye-remember me kind' of gift but when I gave it to her, I was ashamed. So I made up that it was a 'thank you for your help with faking my death' present. It smelled nice on her. A mixture of mint and cinnamon, her favorite. She was done hugging and took a step back. I saw her tomato red face. 'How took John it?' she mumbled. I smiled. 'Not so good, he got mad and aggressive.'  She nodded. 'I'd be too, still I think you had to tell him. Like you told me'. My eyebrow raised. I thought she agreed with John keeping out of this. I didn't want him to know, he could bring me, himself or Molly in danger. It took me 2 years to discover Moriarty's whole network of people. There were a lot of people. A lot of secrets. A lot of danger. Mycroft calls it a wonder that I made it out alive. Mycroft, while I got beaten up in a underground bunker, fooled he round with Lestrade; what was a great risk. He could absolutely not know of my existence. 'Glad you're back' Molly said, when she was certain that I wouldn't respond. I nodded. 'Missed you- err- London a lot. Good to be back'. I never thought a human could turn more red than a tomato, but Molly could. She pressed her lips together. I observed her. She was wearing her lipstick, good, it suits her. She looked tired, probably working a lot. She had a ring on her right hand. I frowned. Was she married? She noticed I was looking at it. She covered it with her hand. 'Tim, you know, from upstairs. Bought me this. It's not...-it's not a wedding ring'. I smiled. 'I almost was going to congratulate you'. She looked awkwardly at her shoes. It was quiet for a while. Molly was holding her notebook to her chest. Her arms were locked around it. 'Well, London is calling. Murders has to be solved.' I paused. 'It was a pleasure to see you again, if you want you can come over for dinner tonight. John's probably not coming.' Her eyes winded. 'Yes lovely!- errr I mean, if I've time I'll come. I've a busy schedule you know. Uhh yes I'll have time. Maybe. Eight 'o clock okay?' she stammered. I nodded and blushed. I quickly kissed her cheek. She pressed her lips harder together. 'See you at eight then, Molly Hooper'. She nodded as hard as she can. Her ponytail danced side to side. I turned around, pushed the doors, paused. 'The address is 221B Baker Street', I turned to her and winked. I heard her drop her notebook, while I was making my way to the exit. I smiled. A date then. Only 2 days back, and already a date. John'd be proud.