Will Sherlock Holmes ever really appreciate Molly Hooper?
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The imperious voice echoed towards her down the brightly lit corridor, steeling herself, Molly Hooper turned towards the man who had called her name but instead of stopping he just strode past her calling over his shoulder
"Black, two sugars"
Molly wanted to run up to him and pound her fists into his back, then spin him round and kiss him as hard as she could. Sherlock Holmes was just one of those people.
And Molly loved it. She loved his voice and his hair and the way he knew everything about you just by looking at you. She fantasised about the way that when he smiled or laughed his chin would wrinkle up and when he was pointing out something that was apparently obvious he would tilt his head to one side, sigh and then tut under his breath before proceeding to explain every clue in a whirl of genius.
5 minutes later she carefully edged into her lab treating the coffee as if it where liquid gold and set it proudly in front of the man who was more interested in the bacteria he was studying under the microscope than her. She paused for a couple of seconds hoping beyond hope that today might be the day Sherlock Holmes noticed her. But he didn't even look up to wave her away, Molly turned away and sighed resigning herself to the fact that to Sherlock Holmes she really didn't matter.