Hello again! Due to an good response to my first story, here you go again with another!
Because I loved this ep so much Ive decided to do that short scene in the morgue with something i would have like to see in there ;)
DISCLAIMER: I dont own Sherlock, it all belongs to Mark gatiss and the one and only Steven Moffat.
Enjoy!
Sherlock strode into the morgue followed by Mycroft, his older brother.
Molly expected to see John behind him, with the look that said 'sorry about him'
But no, it was just them two.
Irene Adler was laid on the table, dead.
To be honest after what had just happened she wasn't exactly over the moon with happiness.
"Sherlock." She stated blankly.
"Molly." He replied, with a bored monotone in his voice.
Or was she being paranoid? They stood there for a minute until Molly realised what she was there for.
She was about to pull off the covers of Irene but his voice cut in.
"You didn't need to come in Molly." He said staring at her.
He only said a sentence, yet it cuts through her like a knife.
"Its okay. Everyone else was busy with... Christmas." She was trying to contain her voice which was squeaking a little.
She shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, the, t-the , face is a bit bashed up. So it might be a bit hard..."
"That's her isn't it?" Mycroft asked staring at the pulverised face of Irene Adler.
"Show me more." Sherlock demanded. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
She looked up at him, in awkwardness, his eyes bore into her for a second, she shifted the covers back.
"It's her."
Molly tried to keep her tell-tale squeak inside and as soon as Sherlock had left she piped up:
"Mycroft? H-how did Sherlock recognise her from like, not her face?"
She squeaked.
Mycroft threw, what seemed to be an apologetic look at her and left.
They both had left, and seeming that there was nothing else for her to be doing she left the morgue.
She pulled open the door and shimmied past Sherlock and Mycroft, who were deep in conversation.
Trying to be quiet she walked slower, but her heels still clicked into the night, loud enough for Sherlock and Mycroft, both mesmerized in their thoughts, to watch her walk right into the door at the end of the corridor.
"Ouch." Was the only word either of them could say.
I hope you like this, if you do please review!
Lorna
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