Rose POV
"Rosalyn, sweetheart. We talked about this, you're to bring me my lunch, everyday at the hospital. Remember?" This is what my lovely little husband told me over the phone at 11 in the morning, monday. Of course he wanted his bloody lunch served to him. Might as well put it on a fucking silver platter along with my bloody dignity. I began getting up and picking clothes out that were accurate for the occasion of 'serving' him lunch.
"Right away dear, however could I have forgotten." I grounded out sarcastically.
Yep, that high pitched noise in the background is my dignity and pride slowly dying. Eventually he got off the phone and I set to making his lunch, packing it and riding the tubes until I got to his bloody hospital. That was when I realized I forgot to ask the little shit for directions. Where in the hospital did he work again? Might as well work from down to up I suppose. I waved to Evie, the nurse on duty, and she smiled back at me before turning back around to help out a lost patient. I trotted down the stairs, bouncing a little as I went, I came to a hall way and decided left was the best bet, because I was left handed, left has never let me down before. Why would it now? I knocked and heard a "Enter!" in a low baritone voice. I shivered, 'ooooh sexy.'
I strode into the middle of the room and looked around for the voice. It eventually processed that I was infact in the morgue, which kinda grossed me out but it was nothing like it was in biology 101. I can never look at a organ the same way again.
"Its about time, Molly I've been waiting for hours for the sample results." Ah ha! There was some guy crouched over a microscope, no white coat. Interesting. He obviously didn't offically work here so why was he here? I pursed my lips and waited for him to realize I was infact not this 'Molly'. I cleared my throat and eventually he gazed up looking mildly annoyed. The first thing I noticed was his green eyes and pale skin, they suited each other beautifully. William's lunch can wait a few minutes.
Gorgeous eyes glared looking me up and down, then said "You're not Molly," with slight contempt. That pissed me off, there goes the nice adjectives for his arse. I had a knack for picking up on the emotions people thought were hidden in them.
"Well spotted. I can tell we have a real genius on the floor here." I replied smirking, he raised a eyebrow as he came around from his little desk and walked closer to me. I could see his eyes flickering all over, from the phone and paper bag of food in my hand to my feet then up to my head and face. I was being scanned for details.
"You're mid-twenties, freshly married. Unhappily so. However he is rich, perhaps a bit influential gauging by that ring, so you can't really just leave him just like that. You've been to some form biological course or degree seeing as you've not retched yet. Judging by that outfit and and bag you've come to bring him lunch, not really happy about it of course and are goofing off to spite him in someway with a paper bag. You come from money, obviously he could have had better. You certainly hold a level of resentment for him." It was like a computer spitting out little facts and details in a list. At my lack of immediate response he seemed to have grown impatient and irate,
"Well? Am I right?"
"Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. You'll never get a answer out of me." I said in a light singsongy voice as I pranced around him to his desk, enjoying this game with him. I glanced over at him waiting for him to follow, but he just stood there arms crossed looking rather flustered and incredibly annoyed. I was actually quite impressed and figured he pulled it all out of just my appearance but I wasn't about to tell him that.
"So what are you looking at over here Mr...?" I trailed off waiting for him to fill in the blanks for me,
"Sherlock Holmes, and you are?" He came over slowly, each step had meaning and purpose in them. He was still trying to figure me out.
"Rosalyn Grey, call me Rosie." I said flashing him a toothy grin and put down my bag and phone on the desk next to the microscope.
"So what are you looking at Mr. Holmes?" I wrapped my arms behind me as I peering over to look inside the scope.
"That Miss Gray, is copper sulfate in its most organic form. I'm measuring its rate of reaction to decaying human flesh." The words were crisp and clear, each letter pronounced and accounted for as they came closer to stand next to me. This was something he was comfortable with.
"Well thats just all daises and rainbows, eh? About how long as Fred been dead then?" I stood up quickly after that realizing the smell was infact the stench of rotting human flesh, my accent irish accent slipped through as I asked. I looked towards him and was met with a tight black button up over a chest, so I shifted my view upwards towards his actual face which, at my total height of 163 cms, was actually quite hard to do. He appeared to be a whooping 183 cm's tall, bloody hell what did they feed this guy as a kid?
"The body has been decaying approximately 2 weeks, and they fed me very nutritious foods when I was a child. I assume they gave you a diet of bread and water given your height disability." He continued on, looking for a reaction.
"Said that out loud did I?" I narrowed my eyes in thought. Guess whose not getting a reaction today? You are.
"In fact you did, Miss Grey. Pity...I had thought you would have been smarter. Most are so don't feel too bad about it. " He stepped closer trying to shift me out of the way from the microscope and slide, I wasn't having any of that so I stayed put. Rude bastard.
"Was that out loud too? And call me Rosie!" I appeared shocked and confused, making him sigh with some exasperation.
"Yes it was. Do try to keep up with that tiny little brain of yours now. I need to continue my work if you would so please move. Miss. Grey." I didn't miss the way he emphasized the formality, the little pisser. Two can play at that game.
"Alright alright Shirley, keep your curls together. Can't move too fast with this tiny little brain of mine, now. " I said in a sugary sweet voice, paired with a bright smile. I took a step back and appraised the way Sherlock was now struck in-between confusion and annoyance.
"Shirley? Are you deaf? I said I was Sherlock." He said confusedly looking down at me.
"You've never seen Annie?"
"What is Annie?" He mimicked.
"Oh my goodness. You poor thing, you've not had a childhood have you?" I leaned up and hugged his chest while petting his head. He was frozen, maybe slightly uncomfortable I couldn't tell from his body. He seemed to be caught between relaxing and freezing up by the way his shoulders would droop then tense.
"Sherlock I couldn't find the-...Oh, whose this?" The doors opened behind us and I turned my head to look at a shorter blonde and tanned man come through. He had tension in his shoulders and a line going down his brow signaling stress with his hair nearly gone in what seemed to an army cut. His voice was friendly and comfortable until he realized I was standing there.
"Rosalyn Grey. Its a pleasure to meet his friend." I greeted, letting go of Sherlock and skipping over to greet the man. He had a limp as he struggled over towards me with a hand extended for me to shake, no tan below the wrists. He was most definitely army with a handshake like that.
"John Watson. Same to you, Miss Grey." He greeted with a small smile, his eyes were curious as they jumped from my browns to Sherlock's again. I supposed Sherlock wasn't touched much.
"I uh, I was wondering how you knew Sherlock or that I was friends with him? I mean the man obviously doesn't have many. Much less women." John finished awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh he was quite stressed, sounded like he thought he knew every one in Sherlock's life to find out I existed.
"Oh! I've just the man, wandered in here but before I answer the other I must ask, where did you serve?" I tilted my head as the curiousity got to me. I wanted to know things and hated when they seemed hidden to me.
"Oh bloody hell, its another one. I came from Afghanistan." He shook his head and put his hands over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Shes nothing like me, John. Shes entirely ordinary, any idiot could see you've served." Sherlock spoke up from his area for once as he pronounced the idiot with a hiss. I looked back to see him pouting demurely as he leaned over his microscope.
"Oh, thats rude." I giggled in response, completely unoffended by his statement.
"But really, how did you meet him?" John motioned back to Sherlock who was still pouting.
"I really did just wander in here. I figured you were acquaintances because you knew his name then friends when you looked confused that you didn't know who I was." I smiled warmly as I folded my hands and sat down.
"So a complete stranger wanders in and hugs you and you're fine? I thought you didn't do relationships." John asked incredulously as he looked back to Sherlock who shrugged.
"Shes married." We chorused in some amount of unison excluding the different pronouns.
"Bloody creepy." John stared at us for all of second, looking entirely off put by this situation.
"Is he always like this?" I sighed and swiveled back around to face Sherlock. He nodded, going back to his microscope. Right at this moment my phone began ringing. His eyes snapped towards the phone then back at me for a reaction. I just shrugged and leaned over to answer it.
"Where are you?" Its William. Lovely. And right as I was having fun with Shirley, damn. He sounds pissed too.
"Um, I think I'm at Morgue gauging by the bodies, why are you asking William?" I leaned on the desk, scratching at a mark on the table. How strange, everything in here pretty spotless.
"Where is my lunch then?" Oh my god the bloody spot wont come offf.
"Rosalyn!" I scratched hard at the mark, willing it to disappear.
"Huh?" I shifted my focus from the spot to the actual conversation, then to the clock. It had just struck 12 with a loud TOCK. Hey what do ya know its lunch time already. I swore I came in here for something.
"My lunch Rosalyn. Mid-day meal. Remember?" Oh shit. His lunch I glanced down at the bag. Crap I came in here to give him lunch.
"Rightt. Sorry love, coming right now. Where are you by the way?" I said in a rush as I grabbed the bag and my stuff off of the desk, I could feel eyes on me as I rushed.
"I'm on the second floor, break room. Be snappy about it alright?"
"Will do." I hung up at that point and remembered in my rush that I didn't actually know where the break room was, I glanced back at Sherlock who had the looks of going back to his microscope but was obviously listening to me on the phone by the way his head was ever so slightly tilted.
"Say Shirley, do you know where the break room is? On the second floor?" I turned back around to him holding the paper bag in my hands.
"I might." He stood back up looking at me, smug, a single eyebrow raised in a delicate fashion. I could hear John scoff with disbelief at Shirley.
"Well might you show me where it is then?" I said exasperated while doing a mini head bob to display my annoyance.
"Might not." He leaned back down to the microscope, incredibly smug at his manipulation of my words.
"Sherlock! Miss Grey, I can show you where it is." John scolded then tried to make up for his distant friend. I made a wave of dismissal as I tromped up to Sherlock's side and leaned down to his ear.
"Either you show me where it is, or I knock your precious specimen over and onto the floor kay, love?" I put so much sugar into that one sentence I hoped he had a toothache from it. He looked over at me, his eyes widened slightly and quickly went back down to normal size. I suppose he realised just how close we were. I was like a centimeter away from his face, that must have been a bit traumatizing seeing as he seemed to be a human robot. Abruptly he stood up and began putting on his outdoor gear that included a trench coat and scarf and began to walk away.
"Coming, Miss Gray?" I grinned and trotted after him trying to keep with with my little legs and his enormously long ones.
"It was nice meeting you!" John yelled as we left with some disbelief colouring his voice as he took in me running after the man.
"And you as well!" I yelled back with a grin on my face. These two were far more interesting than anyone I'd ever met.