Sherlock and Molly
Sunlight poured through Molly’s apartment window as she brushed her hair into a ponytail, She would have loved to curl it or do something nice but she knew it would be to n avail. Her breakfast was fast, after months of doing it every day. The walk to work was usually peaceful; it was when she could think to herself, when no one could bother her, when she could daydream without any guilt of someone giving her a funny look. It was one of the first things she looked forward to.
The lab lights came to life slowly as Molly stepped inside. She barely even glanced around as she started to flick on lights and get stations ready, she had gotten so used to doing it was like someone switched on auto-pilot. It was empty, and she was alone. Her mind wandered as what her day would be like, boring probably, until something tragic happens. She shook her head, as if trying to et the thought out of her head. “I have got to stop thinking like that, I’m beginning to sound like Sherlock” Molly blurted out to the empty chairs.
As if summoned by the words, the man in question came swooping into the room. Anyone who paid close attention could see that he was in fact not recently woken up but rather still up since last night. It was no wonder, after all, life was full of interesting things and society’s normative status quo - which indicated one should spend nights sleeping and days awake - only really bothered him because their insistence of sleep limited his opportunities. Besides, with John out of town there was no one to bother him about it. But alas morning was finally here and London was slowly waking up; Sherlock had taken a cab to the morgue through her still almost empty streets. Today he was trying to get a hold of a hand, maybe two. Preferably cut at the elbow, but he’d accept anything below the wrist. He needed to see how the tendons reacted when exposed to a specific chemical, as he thought a man accused of battery might actually have attempted murder.
Molly was in, as expected. Thankfully for him she seemed to prefer the early morning hours and setting everything up for the day ahead. It made his life easier - he didn’t like dealing with the other employees, they were all surly and untowards.
"Ah, Molly! Just the girl I was looking for!" He shot her a quick smile, they seemed to make her a bit more…pliable. "Any chance you could lend me a hand? Or two?"
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