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Molly and Sherlock pulled away from each other as soon as they heard the door opening. Sherlock looked back down at his slides with a satisfied smirk while Molly went back to her desk and looked through files with her cheeks burning red.
"Molly! How you doin'?" A young college student walked in with a confident smirk. He was studying abroad for the summer from the University of Alabama. For the past couple of days, he had been flirting with Molly nonstop. Sherlock was undeniably vexed by this but he tried not to let such a trivial thing bother him too much.
"Hello Andrew. I'm doing fine. You?" Molly kept her head down but kept a close eye on Sherlock's reaction. He had never witnessed it first hand; he only heard Molly complaining about it.
"Well seeing you just made my day a whole lot better." He shot her a wink, causing her to duck her head, pretending to be focused intently on her work. Molly glanced over at Sherlock who seemed to have a poker face. She didn't want to be rude, so whenever Andrew dropped by the morgue to hit on her, she tried to brush off his flirting attempts politely. However, he never seemed to get the hint, so Molly figured that she might as well endure his harmless yet slightly annoying pursuits, seeing as he would be leaving at the end of the summer.
"So how are you enjoying your time in London?" She asked casually, trying to change the topic to something more casual.
"Well, I'm likin' it so far, especially the pubs. Hey, I bet you know the best place to get a drink around here. … maybe you can show me around sometime?" Andrew sauntered over to her and leaned against her desk. "Tonight maybe?"
"Oh, erm, I have quite a lot of work to do, I'll be here all night."
"How about tomorrow night then? You've gotta take a break sometime." He leaned closer.
"Sorry, I don't think I can." Molly studied Sherlock out of the corner of her eye. His hands were balled into fists and his jaw was clenched.
"Why not? A beautiful woman like you deserves to be taken out."
All of a sudden, Molly saw a test tube flying towards Andrew's face. At the last instant, he quickly stepped back from her, letting the glass shatter against the cabinet beside them. Molly's head whipped over in the direction it came from, and Sherlock was still calmly looking into the microscope.
"What the hell was that? You could have scratched my face up!" Andrew shouted as he stepped towards Sherlock with his hands flexed into fists.
"You were lucky to be given a warning. Usually I don't give out warnings, but Molly is standing there and I'd rather not upset her." Sherlock answered nonchalantly, as if nothing happened.
"Warning for what?" Andrew shouted indignantly.
"For you to stay away from my girlfriend. Next time I won't be this nice. Who knows. Maybe the next time you're in here, you will be on one of those slabs. You never knooooow..." Sherlock turned around and glared at Andrew as he sang the last couple of words.
Andrew slowly backed away, "You're a psychopath."
"If you are trying to insult me, at least get it right. Idiot" Sherlock rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Whatever. I'm out of here." Andrew huffed as he stormed out of the morgue. Molly smiled as he walked over to Sherlock's side.
"I thought you said little things like that don't bother you." Molly teased as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down to his lap.
"I guess you mean more to me than I thought," he mumbled, embarrassed, before kissing her.