Molly sat down in her chair, blinking back tears. "Stupid," she muttered as she threw her papers down on her desk. They fluttered away in different directions. Molly groaned as she knelt to the floor to pick them up. "Stupid corpse, stupid Sherlock, and I'm stupid too for absolutely everything!"
"You don't seem stupid."
Molly squeaked at the voice and dropped the papers again. When she turned around, she saw a tall man walking towards her.
"Hi," he said, offering a smile. He had dark curly hair, and, like a certain consulting detective, prominent cheekbones. "Are you alright?"
"Me?" asked Molly. "Yes. I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"Sorry I scared you," the man said, bending over to pick up Molly's papers.
"No, it's alright," said Molly, feeling her cheeks begin to flush. "I'm just a bit jumpy tonight."
The stranger stood up and gave her the papers. Molly took them, but noticed that he didn't retract his hand. "My name's Seb."
"Oh, I'm Molly. Molly Hooper," she answered, shaking his hand. He had a strong grip, and Molly could see his toned muscles through his shirt.
"Nice to meet you, Molly. So you work here too?"
"Well, yes. I do post-mortems."
"That's very interesting."
"What is?"
"Oh, it's nothing really. I've just seen a lot of bodies."
Molly must have had a concerned look on her face, because Seb started laughing. "It's not like that. I'm a war vet."
"Oh!" sighed Molly. "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Afghanistan. Now I'm in London, adjusting to civilian life again."
Molly nodded. "So what do you do here?"
"Just janitorial stuff," Seb explained. "It's a temporary job. I don't think I'll be at St. Bart's for too much longer."
"Oh, I see."
"You sounded pretty upset earlier."
"It's really nothing."
"Some guy named, oh what was it... Sherlock?"
"Sherlock Holmes, yes."
"Ah. Was he giving you any trouble?"
"No, he can just be so..." Molly paused, searching for the right word. "difficult. He gets his way with me, and he does it on purpose. He acts like I'm invisible. I guess I am invisible, really. Nobody ever notices me. I don't matter. Sorry, I'm not sure why I'm telling you about this."
Seb gave her an encouraging smile. "You know, maybe if you write this down in a blog, things might get better."
"I actually do have a blog, I just haven't used it in awhile.."
"There you go! Write about what happened tonight. Trust me, you'll feel loads better."
"Thank you, Seb, for being so nice."
"It's not a problem, Molly Hooper. I need to get going, but it was nice to meet you."
"It was nice to meet you too."
Seb waved and Molly went back to her desk. She pulled out her laptop and went to her abandoned blog. Maybe things will get better, she thought as she began to type.
"Her name's Molly Hooper and she works in the morgue," Seb said, crouching next to Jim's desk.
Jim bit his lip. "Do you think she'll help?"
"She's completely in love with him, but she's got the worst self-esteem," Seb explained.
"What does she look like?"
"Brown hair, nice nose, tiny."
"I suppose I could work with that."
"She's got a blog, and she's going on it tonight. Apparently our detective wasn't very kind to her."
Jim typed the name into the internet. "Molly Hooper, you said?"
"Yep."
"Oh dear me, she is hopeless," Jim said, a grin spreading across his lips. "She mentioned Sherlock in her post tonight."
"So what are you going to do?" Seb asked.
"I think it's time that Miss Hooper meets Jim from IT," said Jim as he typed a comment.
Hi, sorry, are you the lady who works in the morgue? The one with the nose?
"And post," Jim whispered, clicking the button. "Now we wait."