Molly leans over the exam table, reaching as far as she can to spray the disinfectant evenly over the stainless steel surface. "Wednesdays," she mumbles. "It's always the stab victims on Wednesdays."
"And the gunshot victims on Thursdays!" a deep voice rings from the hallway.
"Sherlock," Molly exclaims, reaching her hand out for a handshake, only to have it refused by the consulting detective. It's been a while since he had paid her a visit. "It's a pleasure."
"The pleasure is all ours," John says, striding into the room and returning Molly's handshake. Sherlock flounces over to a microscope, sets down a pre-made Petri dish, and clicks the microscope on.
"Sorry about that," John says. "He's very interested in this case. There are hints that the African slave trade never stopped, and we both know that's right up Sherlock's alley."
Molly turns to Sherlock, a smile spreading across her face. "Of course."
An awkward pause fills the room after that, and Molly returns to her table, scrubbing furiously at the metal until it catches the light and glints back at her. Sherlock studies the Petri dish intently, and John stands just behind him, watching over his back.
Molly lets the table consume her and gives it another coat of disinfectant.
She's on her fourth wipe-down when John clears his throat and walks over to her. "Molly," he begins.
Raising her head, Molly gives him a curious look.
"I know I told you we were here about the slave trade, but there's another reason on top of that. You see, we know someone who actually took us back in time to see it in action."
Molly draws in air. "Took you back in time!?" she exclaims. "Please don't tell me Sherlock has you hooked on hallucinogens as well."
John laughs. "No, nothing like that. He's actually been drug-free for over a month."
Molly raises an eyebrow. "Nicotine patches?"
"Patch-free."
"Good for him," Molly replies, but her face quickly sets again. "What was this about going back in time?" she asks again.
"Well," John says, clipping the end of the word. "I think it's better if we show you. Sherlock?"
"I know," Sherlock blurts. "I've been done for the past thirty-six seconds."
"Then let's go. Molly?"
She nods. "Yes, let's go."