Hello guys and welcome back. Ok, this is a different take on Sherlolly (oh, and Sherlock and John already know each other, also) J xx I'm not sure how many chapters just yet, but we'll see how it goes. I hope you like it…. xx

Molly Hooper wasn't often late but, as she dashed around her flat collecting various items, she realised today was going to be one of those days. It was her first day at her new job and turning up late wasn't going to create the best first impression. She had selected a well-fitting black skirt and tights, loose fitting silk top and flat shoes, perfect for a day of standing around dissecting corpses. Molly ran from room to room, until deciding she had lost her keys. Shit!

"OLLIE! Have you seen my keys?"

Molly entered the bedroom where her boyfriend, Oliver Braxton, was snoozing softly. He mumbled incoherently and rolled over, snoring softly. Molly tossed a pillow at him, causing him to jerk awake.

"Huh? No…maybe you left them in…the car…"

Oliver slumped back into the pillows, closing his eyes. Molly huffed before stomping out, picking up her bag as she left. Oliver lifted his head, rubbing his eyes slightly.

"Have a good day! Love you."

Molly, who was halfway out of the door, called behind her as she raced out of the flat.

"Yeah, me too."

Oliver rolled his eyes and collapsed against the pillows once more, Toby jumping up and snuggling next to him, purring softly.

Sherlock Holmes raced through the streets, pushing past various different people, trying to keep up with the escaping man. He had been chasing him for nearly seven minutes and the man had not stopped, surprising for his build. Sherlock had been watching him for days and was not about to let him escape. Not one person attempted to stop the criminal, either, who darted across the road, suddenly, narrowly avoiding the traffic. Sherlock followed with haste and ran into the path of a woman, who had been rooting through her bag, holding a cup of hot liquid in her other hand. They collided which caused her to spill the burning hot coffee all over herself, hissing in pain as it burned her skin.

Shaking himself down and swearing violently, Sherlock scanned the crowds across the road, spinning around on the spot; there was no sign of him, unsurprisingly. The woman was also swearing, wincing as she dabbed her shirt. Sherlock rounded on her, anger in his voice.

"You stupid bitch, I was this close…"

Molly blinked in confusion before glaring furiously at the tall stranger. Sherlock had turned back to scanning the streets, oblivious to her fury. He turned when he heard her shrill, anger filled voice shouting at him.

"Excuse me? You're the twat that ran right into me," more dabbing and patting, "Oh, look at this," when the stranger didn't say anything, she frowned, her hands on her hips, "are you going to apologise or not?"

Sherlock frowned at the woman, folding his arms, a stern look set on his face. Molly tutted loudly, shaking her head, muttering about 'typical men'. Sherlock titled his head slightly, his voice icy cold.

"I think not. I do not see why I should apologise; it was clearly your fault. Meanwhile, you just aided the escape of a potential murderer. If you had been looking where-"

"Don't you fucking dare, mate," she rounded on him, her voice rising slightly. She wasn't usually like this, patience was her middle name, but due to the fact she was running late and having a genuinely bad day wasn't helping matters. Besides, if he had apologised…, "I am having one hell of day already and I don't need you having a go. Just piss off and let me get on with my crappy day, yeah? I'm late enough…," Molly checked her watch whilst Sherlock was attempting not to smirk, "let's just take relief in the fact we'll never see each other again, ok?"

Sherlock quickly frowned at her, many deductions about her forming in his mind, although he didn't know why. It wasn't like he was going to see her again…but she intrigued him. More than any case could at the moment…

"You are a bitch, do you know that?"

His voice had softened and the hint of a smirk was back. Molly, however, frowned and swung her bag onto her shoulders. Molly faltered slightly as she noticed his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue with green tints mixed in. And his voice…

"Yeah, well you're an insensitive dick."

She pushed past him fiercely, trying not to think about his intoxicating presence, and huffed loudly as she ran down the street. Sherlock pressed his lips tightly together as she disappeared around the corner, his eyes raking over somewhere they really shouldn't be: her legs. Really, what a bitch.

"…and there was the fact she had her car keys. Why? Not to mention her clothing…"

John Watson sighed as Sherlock paced in front of him, waving his arms around like a madman. He had been listening –well, ignoring as he was trying to read the paper - to his flatmate's story for about twenty minutes now and the time had come for an intervention.

"So, what was her name?"

Sherlock stopped dead and frowned at John, who was looking at his friend with interest. Sherlock blinked, giving John a strange look.

"What?"

John shrugged, casually returning to his paper, occasionally glancing over the top. Sherlock shook his head and continued pacing, and deducing.

"Her shirt was smart, newly bought until the coffee incident. Her fault entirely, of course. I would say, going by her irrational anger, it was important she looked smart. First day at her new job, then. Now the real point of interest," Sherlock whirled around to face the window, pacing up and down furiously beside it. John let out an exaggerated sigh, clutching his paper tighter, "her skirt was nicely fitting; smart, tight and mid-length. It is not something generally suitable for standing around in all day, and, judging by how good she looked walking away, I would say she was dressing to impress suggesting a meeting with the boss…"

John's eyes widened and he lowered his paper. He smiled smugly and pointed his finger at Sherlock accusingly. Sherlock stopped pacing when he realised John was pointing towards him.

"What did you just say?"

Sherlock waved a hand dismissively avoiding John's direct gaze.

"I simply observed."

John raised his eyebrows in a 'yeah, right' kind of way before returning to his paper with a shake of the head.

"Thank you, Miss Hooper. You know where our morgue is, you can get to work immediately.

Mike Stamford beamed at Molly as he flicked through her paperwork. Molly smiled back and stood up shaking his hand vigorously. She stepped away from Mike's desk, heading towards the door.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Stamford. I cannot wait to get started."

Mike nodded and Molly reached for the handle, pausing as Mike let out a surprised gasp.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Mike fiddled with his tie, shifting uncomfortably, "um, before you go…there's something you should know. For the past few months, St. Bartholomew's has been visited by a…detective of sorts from the Yard. He…borrows our facilities to assist with his cases. You will no doubt come into contact with him and I must warn you…he's a little difficult."

Molly let out a little laugh, pulling the door open and stepping through it.

"Trust me, after the day I've had, there's nothing I can't handle."

After the door closed behind her, Mike shook his head and returned to his mountain of paperwork. She has no idea what she's in for, poor girl. Mike glanced closer at her papers, with a smirk. Hmmm, come to think of it, neither does Sherlock.

Molly pulled on her lab coat and hummed to herself as she examined her list. She swallowed at the already large list of autopsies in front of her and Molly realised her predecessor had left her a lot of work to do. She whipped her hair into a quick ponytail and took a deep breath, pushing the doors to the morgue open. She stopped dead when she noticed the sight in front of her. Sitting on the stool, facing her, was the detective Mike mentioned would be dropping in. Molly didn't expect it would be him.

"Well, well, hello again. I was just thinking how I have missed a good argument…"

He was just sitting there, his arms folded across his chest with a smirk plastered onto his face. Molly swallowed again, his eyes meeting hers. Molly stood up straight and frowned at him.

"You…you're the…uh, the detective."

She must have sounded pathetic because he let out a small laugh, standing up. Molly glared at him as he stepped forwards. She hated how his gaze made her feel like she was being studied.

"Yes, Sherlock Holmes."

Molly noticed how he didn't extend his hand when he announced his name. Molly furrowed her brow once more. She walked over to her desk and dropped her bag onto it, before turning to face him. Still no apology…

"I hope you don't expect me to cooperate with your 'experiments', Sherlock, because I can assure you, Dr. Stamford maybe willing but you are not having anything from this morgue under my watch. Understand?"

Sherlock smiled an infuriating smile and Molly huffed. She meant it…she was going to guard the items with her life if she had to. Sherlock returned to his stool and turned it to face her.

"We shall see, Molly Hooper, we shall see."

Molly blinked for a moment before stomping over to her first body of the day. Stupid badge.

I do hope that wasn't horrifyingly awful, lol. Please review and let me know what you thought, always interested :D xx Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned, back soon ;p xx