After my last one I wanted a more fluffy story so he's a bit of light heartedness.
This is told entirely in Molly's point of view.
WARNING: Unlike my other stories this does have language in and drug abuse.
DISCLAIMER: I don't now, nor will I ever own Sherlock, and even more sadly I don't own Benedict Cumberbatch.
Enjoy, please do.
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"I don't count." – Molly Hooper Reinbach falls.
Normal day at work, look at the list, start the tests, close them up, next.
Easy.
I sit at my desk still wondering what on earth to do.
My fingernails soon begin to drum on the table, and to my dismay I seem to have been quite tidy, no blood, nothing to clean up, and nothing to do.
The door slams open against the wall with a resounding bang, so much so that my heads snaps up to see the commotion.
The guy stood in the doorway is quite simply gorgeous.
Curls frame his face, black as jet, eyes as white as the snow, turned up collar, coat actually clinging to the top half of his body.
I immediately scramble up dust myself off and stagger towards the man in determination.
I trip over a stool in my haste, bring myself up and land at his feet; I can already feel myself turning the colour of a ripe tomato.
"H-hello. Molly Hooper. At your service!" I throw in a cheesy grin for good measure only to realise minutes later that it failed drastically.
The man seems unimpressed at my efforts and raises a brow, making his beautiful eyes open up more.
God help me I'm going to die.
"Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective." He says his words like he is the most important person on the earth.
In a last ditch attempt to salvage the situation I throw out my hand for him to shake, I can almost feel; the desperation surging through my eyes.
He doesn't take it.
I sigh, he's as cold as the winter weather it seems, instead I try to impress him by hardening my face a little.
"Well? I'm very busy Mr. Holmes." I reply sarkily and failing to be sarky.
"You aren't. You were sat at your desk looking at the table. Hardly busy." He replies with twice as much sarkiness.
My mouth opens like a goldfish and I turn the colour of my red nail varnish as I look down at my shoes in shame.
"W-well. What business do you have here?" I ask timidly, securing my hair self-consciously.
" Just to inform you that I am working with D.I Lestrade, I may be making frequent visits here." He examined the room with a slight air of distaste around him.
"Only authorised people are-" I see the look on his face and trail away in defeat.
"Good day Mr. Holmes." I sigh miserably as he gives a short nod.
He leaves the room and I collapse into a chair, letting the last few minutes hit me.
Time to get home I think.
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Right, part two will be up tomorow folks! Don't forget to review, thanks :P