Sherlolly: Sherlocks secret

ch 2

APRIL 3RD 2014.

Sherlock's phone buzzed and he pulled it out his pocket. It was a text from Molly.

Hey. Want to do something today? xx

Sherlock sighed and texted back:

Sure. What have you got in mind?

He only had a few things to get today and he'd be just that little bit closer. Four days to go. Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't feel his phone vibrate.

Was thinking of going shopping. I don't have work today, do you? xx

Sherlock paused and thought. Shopping was good, shopping would get him another bit closer.

Okay. Meet you at the bustop in half an hour.

Sherlock hit send and put his phone back in his pocket. He was clad in his usual wear: white shirt, black suit, blue scarf and black coat. His gloves sat at his side, the leather shining under the light. He was sitting in Lestrade's office, leaning back in his chair. Lestrade walked in with a doughnut and a cup of coffee.

"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing in my office?"

"Bored."

"Just because you're bored doesn't mean you can just come into my office! I work here, unless you have a case, which I don't think you have, then leave!"

"Alright, alright, I was leaving anyway." Sherlock stood up and walked out the room, leaving an annoyed Greg behind him.

"Hi." Molly smiled at him. She'd wore lipstick; she remembered what Sherlock said about the last time she'd worn it.

"You're wearing lipstick."

"Yes, I am."

"Good, your lips always looked quite thin without it."

"A 'hello' would've been nice, too."

"Sorry. Hello." Sherlock gave an awkward smile and took her hand. "So, shopping?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I won't be trying on everything. I just wanna look around." She squeeed his hand. She was trying to be happy, but the truth was she still hurt from his rejection last night.

Sherlock was silent as he nodded. He seemed to be distant lately, like everything he was doing was just a distraction, like his mind was focused on something else. It was quiet as they waited for the bus- neither of the wanted to speak. Why was he being like this? It wasn't usually as bad as this. Had she said something? Molly's head buzzed with thoughts, much like Sherlock's own. She was greatful as the bus came; the silence between her and Sherlock was nearing unbearable. After a quick drive, they got off and onto the highstreet.

"Right. Where to?" Molly asked, tightening her grip on Sherlock's hand.

"You pick. How about that one with the sequince?"

"Quiz?"

"No, the expensive one."

"Lipsy?"

"Yeah, lipsy."

"Alright, then."

They two walked to Lipsy, Sherlock warming up gradually. The walls of lipsy were hot pink, with black borders and a light pink ceiling. Two black chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and current pop music flowed through the speakers. The walls were lined with fashionable clothes like crop tops and fancy skirts. There was racks of dresses all over the shop, ranging from short and stretchy to long and chiffon.

"I always knew Nina Nesbitt would do well." Molly mused, listening to the music.

Sherlock nodded- he had no idea who Nina Nesbitt was, but it was better to pretend he did. "So. Let's look around?"

"Okay." Molly wondered over to the middle dress rack, occassionally picking out dresses and holding them against her body.

After several bad dresses, she found the perfect one. It was floor length and deep purple. The neckline went into a plunge and the back was laced up inticately. The border of the neckline was covered in rows of sparkling diamantes, so realistic they could be seen as diamonds. It tied behind the neck and hand a slit up the thigh.

"Oh, Sherlock...it's so pretty! Look!" Molly called him over excitedly. The dress felt smooth and silky in her hand.

"Very pretty. Adventurous, for you."

"I wish I had something to wear it to..."

"You can always just get it anyway." Sherlock added, staring at the dress.

"No, actually. I can't. Look at the price tag. £90. I don't have that type of money to spend on things like dresses and shoes."

"Shoes?"

"Purple and black platforms over there by the bags."

"You didn't even walk over there. How did you-"

"Girls intuition. When yo see the dress you see everything else that goes with it." Molly sighed sadly and put the dress back on the rack. "Look at me, getting upset over a dress." She laughed quietly and looped her arm through his. "Let's go get some coffee."

As they sat at the table, Molly could see Sherock's attention was clearly elsewhere. He had barely talked to her, and he was always texting."

"Sherlock."

No reply.

"Sherlock!"

"Hm? What?" He looked up from his ohone, startled.

"Who are you talking to? You've been completely ignoring me for the past half hour." Molly's shoulders sagged and she looked at him sadly.

"Nobody. Drink your coffee." Sherlock went back to texting.

Angrily, Molly snatched the phone out of his hands. She saw a womans name- the woman who was texting him. Her voice turned icy. "Who is she?"

"Molly, give me the phone."

"Sherlock, who is Beth?"

"It's not what you think, Molly. If you'd just listen-"

"No! I don't want to listen! I want to know right now if you're cheating on me. Give me the truth, Sherlock, please."

"I'm not cheating on you, Molly. I promise. Beth is, well I can't say who she is yet, but you have to trust me. You're the only girl that I'm seeing." Sherlock grabbed her hands. "Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay. It's just...I'm always so scared, Sherlock. Scared you're going to leave me, scared we wont work, scared I'll never be enough for you. Constant fear. And it drives me insane. I love you, Sherlock. I do. But It's so hard to be around you sometimes. I always feel like I'm going to crumble."

"Listen. Your fear is stupid. And where will being stupid get you? You have to trust me, Molly. I'm with you right now, aren't I? I've been in a relationship with you for three years now. Don't you think that if I wanted to leave I would've done it already?"

Molly cringed at his words. Sometimes he could hurt her so much with the simplist of things. The worst part was that he had no idea when he was doing it. "Look, let's just go home and talk about this. I'd rather not have all thhese people staring." Numerous people in the shop had turned to watch them have their little spat, but upon being mentioned all tuned back around and acted as if they'd done nothing.

Sherlock nodded and the two stood up and left the shop.