Molly Hooper had had boyfriends in the past.

They'd mostly been alright, but it had never lasted too long. And afterward Molly always realised that she hadn't really loved them. It felt like she'd never truly loved anyone. She had cared for people, but she had never been deeply in love. There had never been any desperate crazy, burning desire to talk again, no pain when he left her at the end of a date.

Molly had even almost come to terms with the fact that she would never really fall fast in love, she was doomed to be single.

It had started as an ordinary day. Molly had been working at the morgue, as she usually did. She could've done something else on Saturday, but had nothing planned. Most of her time was spent at anyway.

Molly's life changed that ordinary Saturday. That day was the day that Molly Hooper fell in love.

She wouldn't have heard him sweep into the morgue if it hadn't been so quiet- it always was with only dead bodies for company.

"I need to see a woman by the name of Shirley Wright."

Molly jumped, the scalpel she'd been holding fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

"H-how did you get in here?" she managed to stammer before she turned around.

Molly turned around to see the most….inhuman looking human she'd even seen. Surely he couldn't be real. No one looked like this, no one- not even the airbrushed men in glossy magazines- was this flawless.

She was looking up into the face of an angel, surely. He was almost a foot taller than her, and had raven black curls and shocking blue eyes. He had such sharp cheekbones. Molly was overcome with a sudden urge to reach out and touch he face, or brush back a strand of his hair.

The tall dark angel chose to ignore her. "The woman, Shirley Wright, is she in here?"

"How did you get in here?" Molly asked. Supposing this man was real, and not one of Molly's fantasies. He would never have been able to get in here.

"Miss Hooper," the man said in an incredibly low voice, "A man's life depends on this. I would like to see the body, if it's not two much trouble." The last words were said with sarcasm.

Molly suddenly realised that he knew her name. How? Unconsciously she reached for the plastic name tag pinned slightly above her left breast. Of course.

"Um, yes, she's in here. I'll take you to her." Molly found herself giving in, even though she knew nothing about this man, aside for his inhuman beauty.

"Just one more thing," Molly said, before reaching the body of the woman. "What's your name?" she asked as boldly as she could.

The man paused. "Sherlock Holmes."

That was the beginning of it all. That was the day that Molly Jane Hooper fell in love.