A/N: I was listening to Adele's 19 Album (henceforward known as the Sherlolly Album, much like 21 is the Paric Album) and was inspired. The songs quoted are 'Daydreamer' and 'Best For Last.' The song in the next chapter is Steven Curtis Chapman's 'Your Side Of The World.' Hope you enjoy :)

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The Singing Pathologist

A jaw dropper
Looks good when he walks
Is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase
But good to catch
And he could change the world
With his hands behind his back, oh

Molly Hooper smiled to herself as she caught the words that always made her think of Sherlock.

Actually, the whole song reminded her of him; even though she was reasonably sure that he'd never do anything as…irrelevant as daydreaming.

She hummed along with the last few bars of the song as she finished her paperwork. Sherlock hated the distraction of music when he was working, but she rather liked having the background noise when she was alone.

Her face split into an involuntary grin as the next track came on.

She'd heard many songs in the past that seemed to have been written about her feelings for the world's only consulting detective, but Adele's 'Best For Last' was just…perfect.

It said everything she ever wanted to say and even had words she could imagine him saying in return.

Absently she turned the song up and started to sing along, unaware that she now had an audience.

And I think I know that things may never change
But I'm still hoping I might hear you say
I make you feel you feel a way you've never felt before
And I'm all that you need and that you'd never want more
Then you'd say all of the right things, without a clue
But you'd save the best for last like I'm the one for you

At first John Watson felt incredibly awkward walking in on the singing pathologist, especially when she seemed to be singing from the heart. He had intended to usher the unaccountably silent Sherlock out of the morgue when Molly's posture and voice had suddenly changed.

John found himself torn between fascination and amusement as Molly continued to sing; doing a passable interpretation of Sherlock's imperious attitude.

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This is not rooted with you
It doesn't mean that much to me
You're just a filler in the space
That happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away
With trying to play me

John's amusement faded as Molly's shoulders slumped and she continued to sing along in more subdued tones.

But, despite the truth that I know
I find it hard to let go
And give up on you
Seems I love the things you do
Like the meaner you treat me
More eager I am
To persist with this heartbreak…

John and Molly both jumped as the doors to the morgue slammed behind Sherlock as he abruptly left the room.

Molly turned tentatively around, blushing furiously, to find John standing awkwardly behind her, also turning an interesting shade of red.

Molly bit her lip as she realised what that meant.

Sherlock had seen.

Sherlock knew.