I don't own sherlock, if I did Sherlock and Molly would be married by now.
I have changed Mollys character a lot because I wanted to make her a bit more…. sassy.
Chapter 1
Sherlock looked around his newly rented flat, 221b Baker street, it was expensive, but thanks to his close relationship with his landlady Mrs Hudson (a former client ) and his best and (admittedly, only) friend John Watson he was able to rent it without his brother Mycroft's help.
He had only been in London for a week or so, but this place already felt like home, the constant noise and bustle of the city were a stark contrast to his previous home in the country, He did like his parents home, it was full of new things to discover and it was the place where he met john but once the excitement started to wear off he had to find extra stimulation to keep his mind occupied and after tedious interventions and a rehab facility he found London to be the perfect place to live, his new playground.
"SHERLOCK! WHY ARE THERE FINGERS IN THE FRIDGE?" Sherlock sighed, wasn't it obvious?
"Experiment" he simply replied not wanting to explain, he was bored, and john's incessant nagging didn't help.
As if reading his mind, john walked towards him and threw his newspaper angrily on the sofa.
"If you are so bored, then why don't you call Lestrade, i'm sure there's is a body or something to exa-" the swishing of a coat and hearing the door slam, told john that he already left. John smiled to himself sadly, his best friend was odd and he knew how to handle him, but he wished he didn't have to be a babysitter. He looked at his watch and inwardly smiled when he saw that he didn't have to start work at the practice until 7. He just sat down when he heard his phone beep signalling a text, he sighed when he saw Lestrade's number and a text that wasn't from Lestrade.
' Left my phone at the flat, bring to barts morgue, Lestrade is acting odd - SH '
He let out a frustrated groan, 'no relaxing day for me then'.
For the first time in his adult life, Sherlock was confused, the ignorant staff at the morgue (even Meena, the usually calm pathologist) were more annoyed at him than usual and kept mumbling things like 'my god there's two of them'. His confused state was not helped by the lack of his phone and the fact that Meena wouldn't let him see the body Lestrade requested him to examine until he came back from the coffee machine with her cappuccino and a warrant. He looked at Meena and and slowly smiled his 'dedcucing smile'.
"So Meena, how long is your girlfriend making you sleep on the sofa, i'm sure if you apologise and take the dog for a walk she won't be angry with you as much" He smiled his cocky smile as she flushed red with annoyance, planning to slap him.
"Sherlock! I've got your phone," john said as he walked down the white corridor of the hospital unaware of the assault he unknowingly prevented with Lestrade at his heels holding three cups of coffee.
"Ah john, thanks, you can go now if you want i'm sure your half eaten jammie dodgers are waiting" he said as he took the phone and coffee from each man.
"No it's fine, Lestrade told me there's a body to look at, i might aswell have a poke about as well" he said trying to hide his curiosity.
As they all turned to the doors into the morgue, Four of them wearing different expressions of glee, anger, curiosity and exasperation, they heard the distinctive beep of an Iphone alerting a text, Sherlock ignored it while walking towards the body but stopped when he heard Lestrade mutter "Oh no, not now."
Sherlock and John looked at Lestrade with the same question in their eyes, except Sherlock was more vocal with his.
"What is it? The wife threatening to leave again?" Greg ignored his remark and cleared his throat,
"Well, you see, before you started to help us there was someone who, sort of, ummm.."
Lestrade was flustered, Sherlock noted. Wringing of the hands, foot tapping and eyes darting around the room.
'what's he got to be nervous about?' Sherlock's brain started working rapidly, cataloguing every detail desperate to figure him out, however his thoughts were interrupted when the door swished open and in entered two women, both panting, one holding a phone and texting quickly while the other bent down to catch her breath. Sherlock's brain went into overdrive, picking out each detail of the women. Both in early 30s, one texting - 5ft 5, brown hair and eyes, no makeup, used to running judging by fast recovery time, blood stains on shoes and bruised knuckles, 2nd woman blonde, single, previously married, former teacher?..
His musings were interrupted when John introduced himself and Sherlock to the two women.
"Hi, i'm John Watson and this is my friend Sherlock, umm, Who are you?" John said while looking at the blonde woman. She smile in return.
"Hello i'm Mary, Mary Morstan and this is My flatmate Molly Hooper."
I hope you like it, i'm new to writing so any help would be appreciated, thanks.
love, sherlollypops :)