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Hahaha I know I'm not that good at writing- but I try my best. :P.

Love,

Waer.

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"Adrenalin! I NEED ADRENALIN!"

Molly sighed. As if things couldn't go worse today. Got dumped by her new boyfriend (she should have listened to Sherlock's "never dating again" advice) and now she was stuck in the morgue working the graveyard shift. Molly needed peace and all she got was disappointment.

"MOLLY! Are you even listening to me?"

Sherlock was now making circles in the room. He might walk a hole into the floor like in the cartoons, she thought to herself, smiling at the idea of Sherlock in children's-cartoon form. Her smile promptly faded when he shouted again.

"Molly, I need fuel to think. I NEED FUEL!"

Then Sherlock looked at her. He gave her a long, deducing stare. Molly was perplexed in running away or staying and being insulted. Instead, she ran up to Sherlock and looked into his black hole eyes. Finally, she had the nerve to speak.

"You need adrenalin, I need cheering up. Maybe we could make a deal..."

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH CLIFF HANGER! FINISH THIS STORY! WRITE THE ENDING IN THE COMMENTS! I PROMISE I'LL READ THEM AND REWRITE THE WINNERS!