Book One. Sherlock and Molly have known each other for years. They went to uni together. Things... didn't exactly end well. But they're working together again and it looks like it might work out. Except, Molly's still madly in love with Sherlock and Sherlock is well... Sherlock. As their present mimics their past, they begin to realize that they finally have another chance to make it work between them.

It's lonely at 221B, Sherlock and John are growing more and more distant, Lestrade is always a busy and no good cases have come up for a long time. But then there is one case that tests Sherlocks heart instead of mind, a case involving a girl that Sherlock took for granted, a girl who Sherlock only thought of as a friend. Her name was Molly, Molly Hooper. There is only thing this genius he doesn't know.... How to fall in love

Molly Hooper was never one to speak her mind. She was just an ordinary girl, living her life in the shadows, hoping to go through her junior year of high school, unnoticed. That is, until she met Sherlock Holmes, a boy quite far from ordinary. He's silent, he's cold, and he's what others might call, "a psychopath". Dealing with her own demons inside of her, will Molly be able to break away the walls that Sherlock has put up? Or will hers come tumbling down? Follow Molly and Sherlock on their quest through high school, encountering mean girls, depression, hate, friendship, and maybe, just maybe, love.

Molly Hooper has just graduated university and started a job at St. Bartholomew's. Her life is further changed when she meets Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective. Molly soon finds herself in the middle of a horrifying mystery, even while getting stalked and also fighting her growing feelings for Mr. Holmes

Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing: what she was asking was the impossible, wasn't it? Closing his eyes again he tried to say it the way she wanted it. "I... love you." It sounded more forced than the actual truth, causing him to shake his head violently. Taking another shaky breath, Sherlock searched his inner thoughts. He remembered every moment they spent together; every conversation; every laugh; every awkward moment; every cup of coffee; every unspoken word; every kiss on the cheek; every minute he wished he had spent admiring her beauty. He recalled every one of those short moments of emotion and put it into just three little words: "I love you." Edited: 11.21.2020