Molly was just reading over some files quietly with a cup of coffee when… oh no. Not again.
Some guy had just walked into the lab at St Bart's. He was tall, skinny, and had long curly dark hair. His curls fell across his striking cheekbones like misty clouds across the brightest summer sunrays. Molly was awestruck.
What was he even doing here? The others had just said that he was just here to help out with another autopsy. Since when did the police consult amateurs?
"I need three glasses of water, uncontaminated, an unused smartphone and three painkillers."
He spoke with a certain force, without even glancing up. He just expected everyone to understand, even though no one did.
"Pardon?" Molly's colleague, Christine asked, incredulous to this new authority. But Molly was already on it, luckily seeing as the mysterious stranger didn't answer Christine's question.
See, Molly knew that she was already falling for him, even though she didn't even know his name yet. That's why she left. She hated this, falling for nerds, because hot nerds were still nerds. That's how Molly saw it anyway. She wanted to get out before she starting sweating.
She returned three minutes later having somehow acquired the seemingly random objects that had been demanded. Placing them on the desk, she quietly remarked;
"My name's Molly by the way. Molly Hooper. You're new here right?"
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes" He didn't glance up or make eye contact at all. Molly did notice, however, that he'd mirrored her speech pattern, but quickly dismissed her thoughts as just wishful thinking.
"You're Sherlock?" Molly asked, eyes wide "Lestrade's new guinea pig?"
Molly remembered now, Lestrade had said something about a new guy, he was just going to help with this case, and would be into the hospital later in the week.
"I would prefer that you didn't…"
Sherlock had looked up at Molly, and had stopped talking when he looked into her eyes. Just for a second, Molly saw his pupils dilate slightly, and he bit his lip. For just a second she saw a crack in his hard exterior which she already knew well. What she saw was affection. Love at first sight.
"Please don't call me a guinea pig. I'm actually far more genius and in fact, have amazing powers of deduction that a guinea pig could never achieve."
Molly sighed. He'd gone back inside his shell. It was just wishful thinking.
"In fact" Sherlock continued unawares "the distinct lack of opposing thumbs is probably the main reason for the lack of evolution of the guinea pigs." Sherlock continued to talk as Molly walked away.