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~(Occurs during HLV right before Sherlock fake proposes to Janine) Molly is in the lab running tests on an organ from a recent victim when Sherlock gets down from his perch behind a microscope and approaches Molly~
Sherlock: We live in a world of goldfish.
Molly: Yes, I know Sherlock. And all lives end, all hearts are broken, caring is not an advantage.
Sherlock: *Cocks head to the side in confusion*
Molly: I was there… *looks down* the night you identified her in the lab. I sort of overheard you and your brother. I have met him before, your brother that is.
Sherlock: *Sighs loudly and looks away frustrated*
Molly: What is it Sherlock? Can this wait till later? I sort of have my hands full. *Lifts hands holding a human liver in a bowl*
Sherlock: *Breathes in deeply to continue* We live in world of goldfish, Molly. *Pauses and mutters angrily under his breath* Shut up John!
Molly: I’m sorry?
Sherlock: I… Uh…
Molly: I’m gonna just *Points to the door* go… down stairs… to the morgue.
Sherlock: *Puts hands out to stop her* No! *Avoids the bowl of liver and settles hands on either side of Molly’s collar bone*
Molly: What! *Nearly drops the bowl* What, Sherlock? * Sets it down*
Sherlock: I need to just say something.
Molly: Yeah? Get on with it then.
Sherlock: We live in a world of goldfish, as my brother says. You can’t imagine the squabble I put up with on a day-to-day basis; the things people say, the things they smile at, the things that make them… sad. It clouds my thinking constantly –always flitting through my mind; processing, analyzing, deducing.
Molly: *Tired and antsy* Is there a point to this Sherlock?
Sherlock: *Puts hand up to request a second as he blinks slowly before continuing* For that reason, I told John, that I am married to my work. But since I’ve come back from my fall, all I’ve been thinking about is-
Molly: Getting a goldfish? *Looks down and nods solemnly* Jani-
Sherlock: You.
Molly: *High pitched* oh
Sherlock: *Smiles*
Molly: And you weren’t thinking of something more practical? A Betta fish or Guppy perhaps?
Sherlock: *Grins and shakes head* No.
Molly: Maybe some Mollies… *Laughs lightly*
Sherlock: I think I’m just throwing in the towel all together. *Leans in and kisses Molly soundly*
Molly: *Holds messy gloves away from their bodies and returns the kiss*