Okay, this isn't going to be a very long story. Sherlock will remain asexual for the duration of this story and if a say anything else it'll give everything away… Enjoy! ShellyMay

Thank You

Everything happened in a blur. She was on her way out, her bag hung from her shoulder, her hand almost at the door. Then he was there. Saying that she'd always counted. Her heart pounded in her chest and she clutched her bag. She struggled to breathe when he said he'd always trusted her. The instinct took over then. "What do you need?" She had to help him, in any way she could.

Her heart skipped a beat when he simply said. "You."

"Me? What can I do?" Her voice was surprisingly strong, when internally she was panicking. Then he was leading her back to her office, sitting on the couch in there and talking about this crazy plan to fool Jim from IT. Only it wasn't sweet affectionate Jim. It was James Moriarty, the consulting criminal, Sherlock's opposite in all ways.

Of course she agreed. So when the time came and he was again lying on her autopsy table, a statue of ice and crimson blood she forced herself to be strong. She called his brother, quickly. Arranging for his pickup and some new clothes then turned back to the thin body on her table. She had to steady her hands and take a few deep breaths. If she got it wrong he'd go into cardiac arrest. She carefully prepped the adrenal extract. Found a strong vein despite his almost non-existent heart rate and injected the clear liquid into his blood stream.

As she waited for it to work and him to wake up, looking at her smugly in success of his improbable plan she started cleaning the blood from his face, neck and hair. She'd been humming to herself feeling impossibly alone and small in the darkened room.

"Thank you." She whipped around sharply at the sound of his voice. Cursing herself from taking her eyes of him to put the bloody towels in the wash piles, she started over to him. As she walked he moved to sit up, only to slump back down.

"Sherlock, you've got to wait half an hour before you'll be able to move, even then you'll need assistance. You've got some minor injuries that will heal quickly." She told him, placing her hands on the edge of the table. "Mycroft will be here soon."

He gave a small nod at this though frowning like a child then looked at her face carefully. His voice was hoarse and she was taken aback by his question. "Why are you crying?"

"Oh, it just happens when I get stressed." She said wiping her face self-consciously. "A side effect of my anxiety."

"Oh, um, okay" He said still frowning. She gave him a small smile to show him that everything would be alright with her then turned.

"I'll get you a class of water. You sound croaky." She walked to the small kitchenette outside the morgue.

"Thank you." He said as she helped him into a sitting position before holding a glass to his lips. He sipped a few times before she put the water on the table next to them.

"Mycroft should be here with fresh clothes soon. Then you can get out of your bloody ones." She informed him as the man in question strolled in with his umbrella and briefcase and a pile of clothes tucked neatly under his arm.

"I can see that." Sherlock told her smiling slightly.

"What?" she asked, turning around to look at what Sherlock was staring at past her head. "Oh."

"Good evening Dr Hooper. You've really out done yourself this time brother." He said as he started placing things on the table. Wordlessly he handed the clothes to Sherlock, who took them with great effort only to have Molly catch them when he couldn't hold them on his own. "My, my brother you're weak as a kitten. Well I'm sure Miss Hooper will be happy to assist you. Then my dear we've got business to discuss."

"What?" She squeaked, turning crimson. Then looking confused she turned to Sherlock. "Business?"

"You haven't told her?" Mycroft looked surprised.

Sherlock glared at his brother over her head before looking down at her. "If you could please help me off the table, I'd like to get out of these bloody clothes."

"S-sure." She stuttered, beginning to revert to her meek self.

He leaned heavily on her and she tucked his clothes under her arm before leading him down the hall to a locker room.