Hello, everyone reading this! First off HI! And secondly thank you for taking the time to give this a go. I've actually had this story in my head for a while… I've never written any fanfiction before so this is my first, I have written before through roleplays and pointless school essays. So, I'm a little nervous to how this will be viewed. I'm also pleased to say this is a Sherlolly story! I hope you all like this and please excuse my horrible grammar and possible run on sentences. I haven't written in a while. Please review and let me know if you want a second chapter!

Oh! Also I own nothing Sherlock related, I wish I did, but I don't, unfortunately.

Two new bodies at Bart's want to help me examine them? xM

Yes! On my way. SH

Molly bit her lip lightly to hide back a smirk ever since Sherlock's return from the dead their friendship had really gone to the next level. Sherlock had hidden in her flat while he brought down Moriarty's network and now everything was sort of back to normal. Except for a few minor things like Sherlock being nicer and considering her feelings a little more, not to mention a little more protective. It earned a lot of questionable looks from John and anyone around them. They had bonded and that was all that mattered... Plus, It was sort of nice, to have someone care for you the way. Molly tucked her phone in her lab coat she enjoyed it when Sherlock came and helped her examine bodies, she sometimes felt she learned more from him than she had ever done at school. The Pathologist smirked to herself before getting back to her work.

As Molly set up her equipment the lab doors swung open and in came DI Lestrade. Molly tilted her head in confusion as the man approached.

"Greg? This is a surprise." She told him.

The older man smiled at her kindly before giving her a serious look.

"Molly, We've got two more bodies in for you. This is starting to become more of a problem than I thought…" he said the last part more to himself than to Molly.

The brunette watched the man run his fingers through his hair quickly, Molly could already see the stress building up on his face; they had brought her two bodies earlier that day, but she had yet to examine them. Judging by Lestrade's face they seemed to be related to whatever was currently happening at Scotland Yard. Perhaps, she shouldn't have called Sherlock to come help her. Lestrade suddenly looked up at her as if he had forgotten she was there.

"Do me a favor?" he asked.

Molly nodded in response.

"Don't tell Sherlock. He's forbidden from investigating this case."

The pathologist suddenly frowned

"Why?" she asked him curiously.

Lestrade usually never forbid Sherlock from doing anything, the man had been so grateful for his returned, and grateful for all the cases he'd solved since he had returned. Lestrade suddenly let out a shaky breath and shook his head.

"Just do this for me, alright?" he sighed.

Molly twitched her lip lightly and nodded.

"I'll try my best. But, I can't guarantee you anything. Maybe you'll have better luck asking John?"

Molly didn't know how she was going to keep Sherlock away, she could text him and tell him the bodies had been given to one of her co-workers, but that would surely raise suspicion. Lestrade suddenly nodded at her he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his phone, pulling it out of his pocket he looked at the screen before looking at Molly

"Please, if it's important take the call. I have to get ready to for the autopsies." she said a little too quickly.

The man nodded and rushed out the lab.

Molly unzipped the first body and took and pressed play on her recorder.

"Body around mid-thirties and female." She said out loud.

Taking her gloved hand over to the victims face she looked around for signs of trauma

"Hit in the cranium, blunt object. Teeth pulled out…."

Molly pursed her lips and lifted the dead woman's arm.

"Fingers burned no signs of fingerprints."

Whoever did this didn't want the body identified. Molly walked over to the tray of neatly placed instruments and grabbed her shears she quickly began to cut the victims clothing, careful not to damage anything that might be possible evidence. As she cut the woman's blood soaked sequenced shirt, Molly let out a sudden gasp at what she saw.

Molly sat at the lab when Sherlock and John arrived; she was staring blankly at nothing in particular.

"Molly?"

The Pathologist heard the familiar baritone toned voice call out, she let out a shaky breath and suddenly felt a pair of hands on her cheeks.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he said sternly

Molly locked eyes with the Consulting Detective briefly before pulled away, she had forgotten he was on his way, shit. She had otten so distracted with the autopsies, it must have slipped her mind. But, nonetheless Molly managed a smile.

"Nothing, Just thinking." She said as she hopped off her chair.

she glanced over at John Watson and gave him a friendly smile

"Hello, John."

The sandy haired man smiled back at her.

"Hello."

After a few more exchanges between the two she turned to look at Sherlock, who was staring intensely at her, mostly likely trying to deduce what was going on with her. Which was not good, she needed a plan of escape and fast.

"I'm going to the canteen for a cuppa, would anyone like one?" she stuttered out.

Molly stood there for few seconds before turning quickly on her heel.

"I'll have a cup if that's alright?" she heard John say.

Molly nodded before hastily making her way out.

Stirring John's coffee, the mousey pathologist let out a sigh, she felt horrible for lying. She really wanted to tell Sherlock, especially what she had discovered about the bodies, but she had promised and Molly Hooper never broke a promise, but boy, had she found something..disturbing. Molly entered the lab to find each male in their designated areas, Molly handed the cup to John as he nodded his thanks, Sherlock hunched over his microscope paying no attention to her. Good. Molly sat across from him and grabbed the nearest file to her; it had nothing to do with the bodies she had examined so she knew she was safe from prying eyes.

"I already know about the case." Said Sherlock out of the blue.

Molly looked up from her paper.

"Oh?"

"John, isn't exactly good at keeping secrets. Especially from me, I'm surprised at you, very good self-control. You should learn a thing or two from Molly, John. She lasted longer than you."

Molly heard John let out a sigh and mumbled something under his breath. Sherlock looked up from the microscope and stared at her.

"Now, to why Lestrade would want to keep me away from this case has me curious…"

Molly let out a sigh; she might as well tell him.

"I think I might have an idea to why."

She hopped off her chair and made her way towards the door, she looked over her shoulder at Sherlock.

"Coming?"

A smile crept onto his face, making him look ten years younger, that made Molly smile. How cute was it when he got excited over murder? Sherlock got up from his chair and followed Molly out the lab.

Molly handed Sherlock a pair of gloves as she slipped on her own pair. She uncovered the body of the woman she had examined earlier and saw Sherlock's expression change he looked up at her and Molly noticed his jaw tense up.

"Show me the others." he demanded.

Molly nodded and walked over to the other bodies, uncovering them one by one

"All females around the same age…." She heard him say."

"Yes, but what do have to say about the teeth marks?"

His eyes met to hers for a brief second before looking back at the body in front of him

"Cannibalism, Very rare to perform such an act now a days. Did you managed to gather samples of the saliva? Could you draw up any dental records?"

"No, I thought of that, the body was cleaned thoroughly, the teeth marks came back inconclusive. I've got nothing. The bodies were all missing internal organs, Heart, lungs, liver, and pancreas. Also, signs of sexual assault on all of them."

Sherlock was scowling; he pulled out his phone and quickly punched a number. He exited the morgue leaving Molly by herself.

Molly was covering up the bodies when John entered the morgue.

"Jesus. Are these the bodies from the case Lestrade wants Sherlock away from?"

His eyes trailed over at the remaining bodies before settling on Molly

"No wonder he's shouting at Lestrade on the phone, Jesus Christ, those poor women."

Just then Sherlock strode back into the morgue a permanent frown plastered on his face

"Molly, we're leaving now. You're staying at Baker Street from now on."

"What? Why?" she said with a frown.

The consulting detective let out an irritated sigh.

"Really, Molly? Have you not noticed yet? The similarities you have with the victims? Look at them!" he half shouted at her.

Molly forced herself to pay closer attention to the bodies that were still out she had been too busy and shocked to noticed the similarities in features, swallowing a lump in her throat she turned to look at Sherlock.

"I….I-I must've not been paying attention…" she said stuttered.

"No. There's no reason for me to stay at Baker Street, Sherlock. You're overreacting, I'm in no danger." she continued.

"One of the bodies was found near Bart's. If this murder is targeting women who have features like you do. You're not safe."

"That's ridiculous." she almost shouted.

"Just stop, you're overreacting. I can't go to Baker Street. I have responsibilities at home. I have to take care of my cat!"

He walked up to her and placed both hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"I will not walk into this morgue and see you on one of these slabs."

Molly held her breath suddenly. She was certainly not expecting Sherlock to say suddenly placed her chin on top of her head

"You've saved me once before, now let me be the one to save you, Molly Hooper."

Or that...Molly closed her eyes and nodded in defeat.

"Ok, I'll stay at Baker Street." she whispered.

Sherlock pulled away from her and smiled.

"Good! Let's go pack shall we?"

Molly watched Sherlock walk over to the hook near the door and grab her coat and scarf. As she took off her lab coat she could see John staring opened mouthed at the scene that had just unfolded in front of him. Sherlock held her coat open for her to slip it on, he wrapped her scarf snuggly around her neck as she buttoned herself up. Without another word the trio was out the door.