Chapter 1
ST BART'S LAB
"How much longer?" Sherlock was growing impatient, pacing up and down the lab.
"Wait…I think I have something" Sherlock raced over to the computer to see what Molly had found, "We have a match with this man here" She pointed at the name on the screen "I know that name…" He shook his head and ran out the room.
"Sherlock!" Molly went to run after him until her phone began to ring. It was a blocked number.
"Hello?" There was a long pause.
"Molly. Listen to me very carefully," Molly began to look very anxious as she listened to the man on the phone
"Who are you?" She waited several moments for an answer from the mysterious man.
"Molly… Do not leave the lab…. Do not move an inch" She paused and looked towards the door. "If you don't tell me who you are I'll call the police," The man started to laugh hysterically "You? Miss Molly Hooper, You're a socially awkward nobody. You're not telling anybody."
She began to sob, trying to keep it in "I don't know what you want… But I'm not playing your stupid game." She ran out the hospital without stopping and jumped in her car.
SHERLOCKS FLAT
"Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock was laid out on the sofa looking towards the door with no sign of Mrs Hudson.
"Mrs Hudson!" She ran up the stairs as quick as she could. "Sherlock? Is everything okay?" He looked at her blankly "Where's John?" She smiled at him sympathetically
"He's at his house! Are you missing him?" He stared at her completely insulted "Please leave Mrs Hudson." She sighed and walked down the stairs as Sherlock rolled his eyes and reached for his phone.
Come if convenient
If inconvenient come anyway
SH
He smiled at his phone and laid back down on the sofa. Several minutes later John raced in.
"What's wrong Sherlock? Is everything okay?" Sherlock sat up and studied John.
"Jason Lee…" John looked confused, "What?"
"Last night a man was murdered down our road, the witness couldn't see his face but they saw he got shot in the hand by the victim before he died… The blood on floor matched with a man named Jason Lee," John looked around him "So? You solved the case then? Why do you care, you solve murders all the time,"?
"I recognise the name; I can't think where!" Sherlock whacked his hands against his head as John began to laugh. "What?"
"Mary is having contractions and you called me over because you recognise A BLOODY NAME!" John clenched his fists and began to leave before Lestrade ran in pushing past John at the door.
"Lestrade won't you please come in" Sherlock said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"It's Molly… She needs you! Something happened on her way home" Sherlock and John looked at each other before running to the door.