Sherlock and Molly
Her cheeks flushed slightly, because he was giving her that focused look, where it seemed he could see everything you were thinking.Hands? She was confused at first , like she always was then Sherlock asked her something ,but then assumed he had wanted hands. The pun he made earlier fit into her conclusion. Molly then realized how strange it was that he had tried to make a pun, first time for anything she guessed. “Right, hands” she nodded and grabbed a folder off the table, it was a list of all the bodies, parts and all. She flipped through it a few times, she had three hands that she could possibly give him, hopefully they were what he needed. “I have three hands I can give you, one that was torn off mid-wrist severing the Radius and Ulna bones, another cut at the elbow Ulna Collateral Ligament, and the last was cut at Transverse Carpal Ligament.” Molly tucked her hair behind her ear and looked up slightly.
Embarrassment became confusion and Sherlock near rolled his eyes. It was a clear enough request, was it not? He wanted a hand, maybe two, there was nothing particularly complex about it. For a moment he wondered if he’d perhaps said something normally connected with a strong subtext, John repeatedly seemed to tell him off for it or face-palm. It took him almost two seconds to realise the misunderstanding that his wording had caused. Perhaps he was more tired than he had understood. Or perhaps this insistence on politeness was the cause of this misunderstanding.
Molly had gone straight to business, which really was what Sherlock preferred. Waiting was so awfully dull.
"Lovely, I’ll take the second one." His voice not all too different from someone who was ordering take-away. "Did the severing of the wrist of the first one result int he wrist getting crushed or merely displaced?"
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