This is my first attempt as a Sherlock story; I'm kind of new to the fandom, and therefore, I will welcome criticism because it will make me better at this whole writing thing, and hopefully I will learn more about the show that I missed. Rating is subject to change depending on how I feel like going.


The First Game

Chapter 1: A Secret Surprise

Molly ran around the morgue trying to get it prepared for another day, and the mayhem that would ensue with the arrival of the world's only consulting detective to only ruin all of her hard work. However, a smile slowly appeared on her face because in all reality she didn't mind; she was happy to help him. Just like she had been 2 years ago with his "suicide." Killing him had been easy; living with him had been a nightmare; him leaving had been heartbreaking. Though it was a lot easier for her for one very annoying reason…

Molly's train of thought was interrupted by the swooshing of the morgue door with the tall, dark, and handsome Sherlock Holmes gliding through the doors with his coat billowing after him, and his newly reunited sidekick, Doctor John Watson, trying to match his much taller partner's strides. After 2 years of separation, and apparently a couple of punches later; the two had returned to their best friend positions in each other's lives.

"'Ello, Molly," John smiled at her. Over the passing years; the pair had become pretty good friends to deal with Sherlock's "death," and she had even introduced him to his fiance just last year.

"Hello, John, how are you?" Molly beamed at her friend.

"Good, slowly moving into Mary's place, even with the whining and brooding of Sherlock." John poked his best friend's side, but Sherlock's face remained unchanged.

"Hello, Sherlock," She quickly put a loose hair behind her ear out of nerves. Six years of knowing the man, 6 years of fawning over him without any reciprocation, 2 years of knowing she counted, and her heart still leaped like a damn school girl whenever he was around.

She received nothing more than a curt nod, and a smirk before he headed over to the bodies the morgue had just received.

"Have you started?" Sherlock motioned to the morgue's newest body that was displayed on the table. Molly quickly looked down at her clipboard.

"No, he just got in…I can start now if you want to wait?" Molly's brown eyes met his.

"No, just text me the results when you're done." With that, Sherlock turned, and left the morgue leaving Molly and John alone, but not without ushering John to follow, "come John we have a case to investigate."

"I think he is trying to deny the fall ever happened. He wants to think it was all a bad dream," John told Molly with a smirk.

"Probably, how is Mary?"

"Good. Oh, we are having a dinner as a sort of housewarming thing since all my stuff will be moved out by the end of the week, hopefully, unless Sherlock starts taking my things and hiding them," John rolled his eyes with a small laugh which Molly returned because it was a distinct possibility that it would happen.

"I'll be there, just let me know when." Molly smiled, and prepared herself for the autopsies that lied ahead in her 8 hour day.

"That is my cue to leave. Still don't know how you do this job, Molly." John quickly ran out of the morgue to follow Sherlock with a quick wave to the pathologist. Molly giggled, and continued on with the day that was ahead.

8 hours later

Autopsies done. Tox report showed increase levels of carbon monoxide. –MH

That confirms my theory. Solved the case; it was the brother. –SH

Molly smiled, and placed her white coat in her locker thinking 'of course he did'. She grabbed all of her things before heading out of the locker room. Molly placed the files that sat on her desk into her bag so she good finish them at home over a glass of wine and Toby; suddenly she heard a soft click behind her.

Molly panicked; is it Moriarty? What if he wasn't really dead? What if Sherlock didn't get everyone in the web? What if a crazy person had just wandered in? Molly clamped her eyes shut, and slowly turned around. She let out a breath while opening her eyes. Her eyes focused on suitcase next to a pair of black converse. Her eyes traveled up to a pair of familiar bright blue eyes that were framed by a veil of dark hair.

"Hi, Molly!" The girl's eyes danced with mischievousness and delight with an equally as menacing smile. "I'm pretty sure this makes us even now on our game."

"Charlotte?" Well she got the crazy part right.


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-Abby