okay so this is my first sherlolly fanfic and English isn't my first language sooo ... point out any mistake that I will avoid in the future :)
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Molly held her breath , she was constantly sweating as she leant against the door to keep it shut. Molly opened it just a crack and peeked her head round , "oh god , its just not possible it isn't " her statement was answered by a low groan "its not " .
a hour earlier
Molly was just doing her usual work at the morgue, looking at bodies , examining wounds when a body was brought in with a distraught family following behind , she sighed to Sherlock as he strode through the door with john walking behind " same as the last , mauled but by what ? its unknown ?" he looked puzzled " well ... um... I don't know " John stood behind him laughing , Sherlock bloody Holmes doesn't know the answer , well that's a knew one he thought to himself, Sherlock scowled at John " John i do not see why you laugh for you also , are clueless , unless you know the answer then shut up " this caused John to snicker under his breath. Sherlock grabbed his coat and called John after him as he walked away , Sherlock hated not knowing , in fact he despised it.
Molly resumed to looking at the wound when the hand reached up and grabbed her wrist. Shock filled every corner of her as she struggled to free herself from the grip , the hand went limp and molly ran into the small cupboard room just in time because the body slowly began to shuffle toward the door. this is where she is now , wondering how this is possible ? and most important , what to do. Her hands fumble in her pockets and pull out her phone , Molly hurriedly taps to call , but who ? she could call 999 but she would get arrested for wasting police time though she wasn't , lestrade was on holiday there was one option , Sherlock.
instead of ringing she texted him ' get to St. Bart's now ! bring a gun , could be dangerous ' . mollys breath was quickening as she waited , surely he wouldn't just ditch her , even if she didn't count to him , he wouldn't do that. her hope was running out fast as the minutes passed soon turning to hours , oh god why wont he come ? as molly begins to panic when the doors swing open and she hears Sherlock shout " molly , what the hell is that ? " a ear-splitting gun shot fills the morgue and molly sighs with relief, she stumbles out the door " I-it just started moving , I don't understand it ju-just " she was stuttering now and didn't know what to say, all she could remember about what happened next is sherlock grabs her and pulls her into a warm embrace , butterflies fill molly's stomach as he holds he close.
John stood at the door , mouth ajar , in shock. He didn't know what was more surprising , the fact that a dead man just started moving or Sherlock Holmes was comforting molly and not being rude ! Sherlock gently let go and pulled over a chair for the very distraught but love-struck molly " tell me exactly what happened with the man thing " his tone was soft and gentle yet had a hint of urgency about it " I need to know the same about where are the other bodies who died the same " he glanced down at the bloody man on the floor and noticed his finger twitch , or he was just very conscious about the happenings , not sure which was true Sherlock sent another three bullets into the supposedly dead corpse. Molly slowly explained what happened and a thousand thoughts crossed Sherlock's mind , when the story was finished john spoke for the first time " so , what's the perfectly logical and reasonable reason for this then Sherlock ? " Sherlock scowled at him " the impossible , that's what's happening "
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really short I know but I am in a hurry so I will update soon 3
Abby xxx