It was raining in London, it gave the roads a foggy look which many found it beautiful and romantic. Sherlock was taking a cabbie home after a case, John didn't ride with him because Lestrade was giving him a ride home. "How dull today was," Sherlock thought. The cabbie made a stop and Sherlock paid then left the cabbie, he put his hands in his pocket; his coat and hair all got soaked but he didn't mind. He stood in front of 221B, he dug through his pocket for his key. "Sherlock Holmes," A female voices called him. He knew it Molly, he turned to his right. She wear a white polo shirt over that she wear a light pink cardigan to complete the look she wear a long dark blue skirt, she brought a umbrella along as well. She stood underneath the little shop, "Evening Hooper," Sherlock greeted her, still looking for his key. "Aren't you cold or soaked?" She asked, noticing that he soaking wet head to toe. "The rain doesn't bother me, Hooper." Sherlock replied with that he founded his keys and opened the door, he gesture her to come inside then closed the door after they both came in. He heard heel like step come towards them, "Oh Sherlock! Your soaking wet! Your going to get my floor wet and a cold!" Mrs. Hudson complained which made Molly giggled.
"Oh don't you worry Mrs. Hudson! John still hasn't arrived or has he?" Sherlock asked, looking at her in confusion. "Oh I'm unafraid not, I thought he be with you." Mrs. Hudson said. "Graham decides to take him home but he should have arrived by now!" Molly want to corrected Sherlock but she knew it wasn't best to argued with him. "Oh look at you, bringing a guest over!" Mrs. Hudson smiled, noticing a shy little lady. "She invited herself over, to talk to me. She been waiting for an hour because she was nervous on what she going to say." Sherlock explained. "Can't say anything nice at all?" Molly questioned, trying not to show that she was sad. He kiss Mrs. Hudson cheek and start to go upstairs, he stopped halfway not looking back. "Joining Ms. Hooper?" He asked, she nod and way goodbye at the landlady. Sherlock continued his steps upstairs until he made upstairs to his flat.
He took off his coat and scarf, hanging it on the rack. Molly came in and left her umbrella next to door, "Make yourself comfortable while I change," Sherlock smirked, walking by the kitchen and to his room. Molly was astonished, his flat was just who Sherlock was and little bit of John as well. She didn't enjoy much of the kitchen view but that Sherlock to you. She sat on the sofa while she wait for Sherlock, then appeared after a minute. He wear his purple dress shirt and black dress pants, she blushes crimson but looked away. "Molly," he called, fixing his shirt. She gasped loudly making Sherlock look at her weirdly, she blushes. He looked away and plot himself in his chair, into his thinking posture. "What did you want to speak of in this boring evening?" Sherlock force's a smile, then just went back to thinking. She want to ask him out to eat but she knew the answer was no unless it was John, "Can you dance?" She asked nervously which confused Sherlock even more! He nod slowly having millions of meaning to that question, he got up and put his coat on even when it hasn't fully dried. Molly got up concerned that he might get sick, "Sherlock, you sho-" Molly tried to warned him but Sherlock stopped her, "Follow me." He was walked downstairs, Molly wasn't sure what was going on instead of going downstairs. "He outside, my dear" Mrs. Hudson smiled at her then left. Molly nod and walked outside to find him in the rain, still dried while he was soaked, he had his hands intertwine behind his back.
"Is it beautiful? How the rain can clearly the awful mood you have? Make you forget the worry, the pain, the angry?" Sherlock questioned, letting one hand out of his grip and letting the rain hit his palm. "You want a dance?" He turned to face her, " A dance I could give you." He gave his small smiled and walked to her, grabbing her hands and gently pull her in the rain now she getting wet. He put a hand in her waist and intertwine theirs hand, she followed by putting her on his shoulder. While they dancing gracefully, some stopped and watched or record. Sherlock let go off his grip and only holding Molly with one hand (Show in the photo), he smiled at her while Molly show more the happiness in her smile. Sherlock grabbed her waist giving the crowd a gasp or shock in their face, he got closer to Molly and gently kiss her. The crowd screamed and most took photo or record and posted it on social media. A car park up, "Never knew your apartment was popular?" Greg put a little humour in his confusion, John mouth drop. Greg looked at John, "What is it?" He showed a photo that was posted in WeirdGeek (A made app but it's other type of social media), now Greg mouth drop; both stop daydreaming and busted out of the vehicle. "Oh geez this a large crowd," John gasped. "Not my division," Greg winked at him but John looked at him with disappointment, soon they squeeze in through the hoard of people. Finally they made it, WeirdGeek wasn't lying when they say they were making out in the rain and in front of people! John face palm himself while Greg took a shot maybe to blackmail Sherlock
"Okay break you two! Not in the streets and DEFINITELY NOT IN OUR FLAT!" John yelled at them, the crowd aww. "Okay all of you shoo, now!" Greg shoo them away, they all left in disappointment but excited with what they got. "Damn Molly! I never thought you were like this!" Greg said with astonishment in his voice. "Oh Greg never be surprised of what Molly can do!" Sherlock lash out. "Okay Greg take Molly home and I will take Mr. Lover over here inside," John broke the conversation. John took Sherlock by the wrist and Greg side hugged Molly to car, "Mr. Lover huh?" Sherlock daydream on the name, in the main lobby. "Mrs. H can you make spicy ginger tea? I think Sherlock is ill," John told Mrs. Hudson and she went to make the tea. She didn't asked why because she knew he will get sick with being in the rain so long. Sherlock and John went up to there flat and there goes Sherlock tiddly to his chair even if he wasn't drunk. "What was that?! Now I got to hear it from Mycroft and the media!" John yelled then groan, rubbing his temples. He grinned like a mad men but he still didn't answer John. He thought of Molly and only Molly, Mrs. H walked in with the tea and hand it to John. He give Sherlock the cuppa and he didn't refuse to drink it, "Is Sherlock gonna be okay?" Mrs. Hudson asked John. "Mentally yes, physically no" John answered.
"Did you broke his heart?" John looked at Mrs. Hudson, chucking at what she asked him. "He not my boyfriend, Mrs. Hudson! How many times do I have to tell you that?" "You never judge love, my dear. I'm happy he found his other half that what matter." She gave a soft smile then left downstairs. John got a message, he checked it.
Dinner sometime, John? GL
