Molly can think of only one way to tell Miss. Adler exactly how she feels about her stealing her own Consulting Detective. [Set within the goings on of ASIB]

{This is how I'd like Sherlock and Molly to have been at the wedding} A beautiful venue, a magical garden. Sherlock can't find the words to say it. But Molly knows. She always knows.

A morgue. A pathologist. A consulting detective. Boredom. So much to say. And one heck of a lot of tension.

A text. Sounds awfully plain and boring and pathetic.. But I suppose, that's just me.. And completely the opposite if him.. Perfect. I think.. I hope.. {I'd Come For You - Nickelback}

[Set post fall.] Sherlock needs Molly's help. {He needed Molly Hooper. He always had done, he always will do. His Pathologist. She counted. She mattered.}

(Set when Molly first gets her job at Barts, several years before ASIP) Molly comes to the conclusion that he sees right through her, and she can't help but admit that she's fascinated...