AN: Hello everybody! I hope you're doing great! The Missus Chronicles is a series of short fics about Sherlock and Molly and how Billy calls her "Missus"! I posted this on tumblr already, but I also want to share it with you guys! *hugs* I hope you enjoy reading it and don't forget to review and fave if you want to :D
I don't own Sherlock
"Hmmmm~" Her sweet humming echoed in the morgue, sewing up the last batch of new comers before going to the lab to meet Sherlock who requested her guidance on a case.
Her hair in her signature ponytail and a shy smile on her face, she quickly washed her hands when a loud thud of the door startled, causing her to jump in the process.
"Ah!"
"Sorry, 'bout that, Missus." Bill Wiggins shrugged, looking the least bit formal.
"Billy, I told you to call me Molly." The brunette shook her head as she turned off the faucet and dried her hands with a towel.
"I can't do that. It's a form of respect."
"I'm not Sherlock's 'Missus', seriously.. What gave you that idea?" Molly chuckled, grabbing the last of her files as they walked out, Billy opened the door for her.
"The way you look at each other. You would look at Shezza like he's the only one in the room and the same goes for him." The tall man replied bluntly, making Molly blink a few times as they reached the corridor.
"Uhm… No.. Uhh Why are you here again?" The pathologist stuttered for a moment, knitting her brows together as they took the stairs.
"Shezza wants me to escort you back."
"Sherlock?" Her brows raised, "Very funny.. So what does he really want?" Molly chuckled.
Billy looked at the pathologist blankly at first as they stopped just on their destination. He looked at her for a good few minutes before replying with a high voice, "Fingers and Toes."
"Uhuh, I knew it." She sounded a bit disappointed as she gave a sigh before handing Bill her files, "Could you bring this back to the lab? I'll just get some down stairs."
Billy nodded as he looked at the pathologist make her way down to get some body parts. As soon as she was out of sight, he took a few steps forward before turning his head into the corner to give the file to Sherlock.
"What's your study?" Sherlock asked as they headed back to the lab.
"An obvious tinge of pink on her cheeks, the way her pupils dilate when I mention your name, constant fidgeting and denial. The Missus is still in love with you, don't worry." Billy placed his hands into his pockets.
"Worried? Why would I be worried? I'm not worried." Sherlock cocked an eyebrow to the man.
"You held your breath before I reported my analysis." He said a matter of fact-ly at the detective even raising his brows for emphasis.
"I was simply sparing myself from your stench. There's a bathroom right over there, I suggest you use it." Sherlock retorted.
Billy snorted before nodding and heading to the bathroom, taking his time to give Shezza and his Missus some time together.
