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The tall man walked briskly down the hall. He wore a long, black coat and a dark blue scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck. His dark hair was a curly mess on his head, and high cheekbones made his icy eyes pop. At first look, one could assume he was in a rush - perhaps late for an appointment. But upon looking at the man's face, one could see a look of almost enjoyment.

The man slammed through the set of double doors leading into the morgue, where instead of the usual couple of dead bodies and Molly, there was one body, Molly, and a man and woman never seen before.

The tall man masked his surprise well, and quickly studied the two strangers.

"Sherlock," Molly grinned. "This is Valerie, the new worker I was telling you about, and her fiancé, Matt. Valerie's started working here a few weeks ago."

Sherlock didn't respond, his eyes raking over the couple before him. The man, Matt, was of average height, with short, curly blonde hair. His eyes were a deep green, and they regarded Sherlock wearily. Valerie had dark, almost raven hair, and it easily reached her waist, flowing with natural waves. Her eyes were deep chocolate, with a bright sparkle. Her white lab coat washed her out, making her look more pale than she really was. Even with her sneakers, she was a good two inches taller than her fiancée.

His eyes went back to Matt. Red lipstick slightly stained his collar, and even from where Sherlock stood, he could smell a faint floral perfume. That made three. Molly's soft lavender, a strawberry scent from Valerie, and the floral from Matt. The lipstick was much too dark for Valerie, and besides that fact, the dark haired woman was wearing a clear gloss.

"Cheating," Sherlock stated, making Valerie's eyes flash for a millisecond, and Matt's to widen slightly.

"Excuse me?" Matt asked. He had a slight northern accent, and Sherlock could tell that he had been in The States for some time.

Sherlock ignored him, taking in Valerie's reaction. Her back had stiffened, and her eyes darkened incredibly. She already knew.

"I said hello," Sherlock said, taking off his scarf and coat before throwing them to Molly.

Valerie tucked her hair behind her ear, and turned to her fiancée with a smile. "You better go, so you're not late for your meeting," she rushed. American.

Matt glared at Sherlock before kissing Valerie on the lips and walking out the door. "I'll see you Saturday," he called, and was gone.

Valerie glared after him. "Not in this lifetime," she muttered.

Molly sighed in relief, and marched to the body of a man lying on a table. "I thought he'd never leave," she huffed.

Valerie smiled, and offered her hand to Sherlock. "Valerie Wess," she introduced. "I was beginning to wonder when I would meet the famous Sherlock Holmes."

"Hardly famous," Sherlock shrugged, ignoring her hand. "You've known for nearly two weeks, and haven't said a word. Why? Revenge. Nothing major, simple enough." His deep, baritone voice resonated throughout the room. "So, what is it?"

Valerie blinked, taken back by the detectives straightforwardness. She turned around and gawked at Molly who smiled and nodded.

"I've been planning on moving out," Valerie shrugged. "It's not a revengeful plan."

"No, there's something else," Sherlock pressed. "It's in your eyes, you're angry. His thumbs - he's into the video games." Valerie blinked, and Sherlock smirked. "That's it, something with his games. I'd be careful if I were you. Don't want to get into trouble."

"The famous Sherlock Holmes," she sighed, and turned to help Molly. "I heard you're into dead people. Sorry to disappoint, but it's slow coming today."

Sherlock could hear a smirk in her tone, but ignored it. "I heard it was a murder," Sherlock stated, taking out his magnifying glass, and leaning down to study the victims pupils.

Molly nodded, looking at a clipboard. "Will Vixon," she said. "Found-"

"In an alley, obvious," Sherlock cut her off, his eyes still studying the dead man. "Check his pockets, you'll find he's been mugged. Ribs are bruised, and is beginning to form a black eye. Simply wrong place wrong time."

"And how do you suggest we find the suspect?" Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sherlock stared coolly at her, before lifting Mr. Vixon's upper lip. There was a faint red stain on his two front teeth, and Sherlock smirked. "Check the blood, and you have the murderer. During the struggle, our victim bit his attacker."

Molly grinned, and Valerie nodded. "Impressive," she decided, and swabbed the corpse's teeth.

Sherlock watched, before turning and walking out the door. He immediately backtracked, and stared at the dark haired woman for a few seconds. "When did you start working here?"

Valerie raised an eyebrow, and sat down next to a computer. "A few weeks ago."

Sherlock nodded. "You're slightly allergic to your cat, and your fiancée has been cheating on you with your twin sister for three months."

Valerie's jaw dropped, and her eyes shot to Molly, who looked apologetic. "But we've only been here a month," she stated.

"Someone's been busy then." Sherlock tied his scarf with a sarcastic smile, and once again, disappeared through the door.

"Is he always like that?" Valerie asked, staring after him.

"Unfortunately, yes," Molly sighed.

"And you used to like him?" Valerie asked, raising his eyebrows.

Molly shrugged. "He can be kind, in his own way once in a while. You just have to be around him as much as I have."

Valerie chuckled, and spun around in her chair. Molly had become her best friend in her short time in London. It was amazing how fast the two had clicked, but they didn't pay much attention to that.

"So will you start moving your things in tonight?" Molly asked, sitting down next to the American woman.

Valerie nodded, resting her chin in her palm. "Are you sure it isn't a problem? I don't want to get in your way."

Molly rolled her eyes, and smiled. "I'd hate to see you suffer another minute in that awful flat with that moron."

Valerie giggled, and the two set to work, determined to finish their report.