Ok, this is like pulling off a band-aid, taking that deep breath of air. Asking your crush out or proposing for marriage - you love your heart out (my case writing my heart out) and fearing of rejection. This is my first "complete" fanfic and it's for Sherlock. I hope that I have everyone staying in character. I love the idea of Molly and Sherlock together and push them very much together in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Sherlock.

Don't worry about any episode spoilers - doesn't take place in any before or after.

"I see...I understand...yes, of course. Thank you." These were the words Sherlock and John heard Molly say over the phone before she ended her phone call on her cell phone. The young pathologist seemed in another world sitting there at the lab table in front of a microscope.

"Molly, everything all right?" John asked.

Then Molly seemed to notice them. "Oh, yes, it's fine. Things are fine..." Molly wiped a tear from her eye. She got up with barely looking at them.

John looked at Sherlock who he himself for once noticed quite a difference in Molly Hooper.

"Listen," Molly stopped and looked at them, "I'm going to be gone for a few days I guess."

"What do you mean, you guess?" John asked, "Molly, where are you going?"

"To America." Molly answered.

"Like a holiday?" Sherlock asked. Even he couldn't see the pathologist leaving London.

"No - to possibly retrieve the body of my brother." Molly said. She left the lab quickly.

"Wait - what?" John asked, looking at Sherlock, "Did you know that she had a brother?"

"Well, no...come to think of it I didn't." Sherlock said, kind of surprised himself. He quickly shrugged it off and sat down to a microscope.

"Well I think someone should go talk to her." John said. John began to walk away but Sherlock stopped him.

"No wait, I'll do it." Sherlock said standing up from his stool.

"Sorry, what?" John asked.

"I will go talk to her." Sherlock said.

Normally "talking" to Molly Hooper was not Sherlock's tact so John warned, "Be nice!"

Sherlock gave John a look and grin and walked downstairs to the morgue.

Molly sat at a desk looking at a picture that she pulled out of her wallet. It was Molly and her younger brother when she was eleven and he seven. This was her favorite picture of the two, Christmas day, and the last time they posed together for a picture. Years went by so fast and David fell into a wrong crowd.

"Molly." Sherlock said as he came into the morgue.

Molly quickly wiped her tears and placed her wallet on the desk. "Sorry Sherlock, I didn't hear you come in. What can I get you?"

"What happened to your brother?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm not really sure." Molly said, "the police from New York just said that they believe it is him because in his wallet had me listed as next of kin."

"And you have to go to New York to see." Sherlock asked. Molly nodded.

"I don't even know...I mean I...if it's really him." Molly said, starting to cry again. "Be nice." Sherlock heard John say in the back of his head. Sherlock walked over to Molly and put his arms around her. It was the "nicest" thing he could think of.

"I should go home and pack." Molly said. Normally she would have loved a hug from Sherlock - she was secretly in love with him so much but she just didn't know how to say it out loud. But today she knew was not the time to even try.

When Molly left, Sherlock pulled out his phone. "Mycroft, I need you to pull up some information for me."

The next morning when Molly was leaving her flat with her suitcase in hand she opened the front door only to find Sherlock standing there with his own suitcase.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?" Molly asked, surprised.

"Well, seeing that you are traveling to a country you have never been to and seeing that you may find yourself in trouble, I didn't think it was wise of you to travel alone." Sherlock said. Truth of the matter was, the information Mycroft himself had brought over last night to Baker St was not good.

- "Sherlock," John had said when going through the file, "we can't let Molly go alone. Her brother may be dead but the trouble he was in to cannot be safe for Molly to be around."

"So you're coming with me then?" Molly asked.

"If this is all right with you." Sherlock said.

Molly smiled. This was the sweetest thing Sherlock had ever done for her. She was very thankful to call him a friend.