A body comes into the morgue. A suspicious death, found in an alley. Molly's to perform the autopsy, identify the cause of death. A simple matter for her. Then she notices the name on the paperwork. She recognizes it. A girl she went to school with. Happily, she cuts her open muttering, "I never liked you..."
"That's a bit dark, even for you my dear." Molly looked over her shoulder to see Mycroft standing in the doorway, shadows crossing over his face.
"You know when you stand in shadows like that your eyes glow like cats eyes." She turned back to her work. Mycroft glowered in response, stepping through the door into the morgue.
"May I inquire as to why exactly you're so gleefully carving your 'Y' incision so precisely today?"
"Don't mistake that I'm happy to see a body on my slab," Molly answered soberly. "But if there was anyone from my teen years who I expected to find here, it would have been her." Mycroft stepped forward, peering down at the corpse.
"A schoolyard bully, hmm?"
"Worse," Molly became thoughtful, and she worked silently for a while. Mycroft let her, knowing his sister in-law was choosing her words carefully. "Some girls," she began at last. "Are mean because they don't know any better," her scalpel clattered on the tray and she selected a set of clamps. "Some girls are raised to be competitive and use meanness as a weapon," a pause. She looked up at her brother in-law. "And some girls are mean for sport."
He rocked on his heels, studying the body of the woman Molly once knew.
"I take it she was an above-average bully then?"
"Melanie certainly wasn't stingy when it came to doling out torturous plots to me." Molly shrugged, pushing down the hurt feelings that were so hard to throw off. "Don't mistake-" the liver was transferred to a bowl, and Mycroft immediately produced a kerchief, anchoring it over his nose and mouth. "I don't want you to think I do nothing but sob about my school days, but they certainly have impacted my adult life to some extent." Mycroft, kerchief still firmly over his face, quirked an eyebrow. "My shyness for one," Molly supplied, and he nodded. "I only ever knew her to be cruel, I guess I never expected her to be a vulnerable corpse in front of me. Or at least I never thought of it."
"Aren't you pleased then that she shan't hurt you anymore?" Mycroft asked, finally pulling away his kerchief. Molly smiled up at him, nodding.
"Even if she tried, I doubt you or Sherlock, or anyone else would ever allow it to happen."
"Certainly," he smiled, lowering his gaze to the swell of her belly, hidden by her lab coat, the buttons beginning to strain in their hooks. "Especially since you are carrying such precious cargo as my nephew. I cannot have my favorite sister in-law being upset." Molly's smile was soft and warm, her eyes shining.
"I'm your only sister in-law." He bent, gingerly pressing her cheek.
"All the more reason to be protective." He swept out, umbrella on his arm. "Do call when your shift is up. I'll send Sherly around with the car, sister-mine."