I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.

Second story I've wrote and comments are most welcome. I do apologise now for any bad spelling or grammar that I might have missed. xx

Chapter One: Sick of Sam.

It was cold and wet and windy and a Monday! Molly really didn't want to go outside. But work is work and when you live in a house that as left you with a crippling rent to pay you need all the money that you can get.

By the time she had got to work he was already stud outside of the Hospital waiting for her. She sighed as she got out of the cab. "Cheer up love it'll be over soon." Said the cockney cabbie.

"Oh let's hope so. I can't stand that arrogant git." She said with a tiered smile.

"Ya boss?"

"No that prick waiting for me under the arch." Molly did not point or do anything that might signal she had seen him.

"Ah. Tell him."

"Tried, but he thought it was a joke."

"Unlucky."

"How much do I owe you then?"

"For you darlin' let's call it fifteen." Molly glanced at the meter. The price was clearly twenty-five pound. It said it in huge red numbers. She looked confused. "Well you sound like you're going to have a pretty crap day."

"You're an angel." Molly smiled at the bald man with far too many rings. "Thanks." She turned and began to walk over to the hospital entrance. "Hello Sam. How are you this morning?"

"You're late."

"Yes Sam, I am." Molly sighed on the inside. The sooner this internship was over the better. This twenty something was doing her head in and it had only been three days.

"Why are you so late?"

"It's Monday."

"That's not a great excuse." Jesus it's like having another Sherlock around. Only this one wasn't a sociopath he was just a total prick.

"So Sam who was you weekend seen as you didn't have to work it?" Molly wondered if he would get that she really didn't appreciate him specking to her like that. She wasn't one for conflict, though when pushed to the edge of her limit she did have a nasty bite.

"Good thanks. Went out with a few friends on Friday night. Woke up with a splitting headache the next morning…" 'Lucky sod' thought Molly as she began to drown out his never ending list of things he got up to when she was working her arse off. There had been house fire a few streets away from where she lived and the bodies had ended up with her. Both parents and the two little girls were killed. She had tried hard to pretend she didn't know them though it was pretty hard. She had seem them once or twice. The girls seemed so sweet and kind. It was a real shame. And Molly had done her best job on them taking a great about of time on them to make sure that no evidence was missed. If this was a murder like Greg had said she wanted the bastards who did this caught.

"Right then." Said Molly as she entered the lab. "Yesterday. Another two bodies were brought into the morgue. I think it's time you saw how an autopsy is done. Don't you?" Molly left no time for him to answer as she threw him his scrubs and his medical mask and gloves. "You have done the theory now it's time to see it for real." She walked passed him and out the lab allowing herself to grin as she headed down the hall hearing him muttering. The first time she met him she placed a bet with her friend and college Dave that he would throw up at the first sight off a human been cut open in fount of him. Fifty quid was a lot of money, but the money wouldn't be as satisfying as seeing him be sick. It would made her day it really would.

It just so happened that Dave was walking down the corridor in the opposite way. "Hey, taking the new lad to his first autopsy. Fancy watching?" Molly gave a cheeky smirk and a wink. Dave looked at her and smiled in a similar way.

"My first break of the day and I could do with a laugh."

"Oh what's up?" Molly continued the conversation as they walked.

"I found out Richard was cheating on me with some Irish twat last night."

"Aww Honey. I'm sorry." Dave was such a sweet guy. He didn't always get along with Sherlock, but he did try to be nice to him. Sherlock only disliked him because of the amount of breaks he took. Though she did think it was also because Dave was a bit too much of a flirt. But who can blame him. When you have looks like his why not have some fun? If he was straight she'd have him too. She had told him that countless times.

"Meh you win some you lose some. Speaking of which I'm going to win this bet you know? He seems far too proud do anything like that."

"Exactly. That's why it's going to be even better when it happens." She winked as she stopped at the doors to the morgue. "Okay Sam, Dave is also going to be observing today so you have someone to explain to you anything you don't understand if I forget to mention it. Okay?"

"Yeah sure." Smiled Sam weakly.

"Boys to the left Girls to the right."

…

"Let's get started shall we? Dave could you give me a hand getting Jane out please?" she said as she walked over to the rows of stacked freezers that held the bodies.

"Yeah sure."

"You call them by their first names?" queried Sam with furrowed brows.

Molly and Dave both did their best to supress their giggles. "Oh no that's not her name. Jane is the name we give the women whose names we don't know. Ya know the Jane Dow rhymes with don't know thing?"

"It's the same for blokes only it's John instead of Jane." Added Dave helpfully.

"Oh, oh right. Okay then. But…uhmm…what happens if that's the person's actual name?"

"Then we call her Miss/Mrs/or Mr Dow. Otherwise we refer to them as the first name."

"Right. Got it." Sam began to right in his note pad.

"Is this kid for real?" whispered Dave.

"Looks like."

The two of the brought her over to the metal slap and put her on it. "Right, stats." Molly grabbed the top clipboard from her pile. "Female. Ageing around forty-five to forty-eight, but that will be determined by the examination of the spin. If only people where more like horses…"

"Would make things easier." Sighed Dave.

"Horses? Easier?"

"You can tell a horse's age by inspecting its teeth." Smiled Molly. 'This is going to be fun.' She could still remember her first observation class. Luckily she had Mike as her mentor so she didn't have to worry about these sorts of jokes. "As I was saying forty-five to forty-eight. Approximately five foot six inches. Dyed red hair. No cuts or stab wounds to be found, though there is extensive bruising around the wrists, ankles and neck. Suggesting what Sam?"

"She struggled against her killer Doctor."

"A struggle is correct. Well done." Molly snapped on her gloves. "You know what Dave could you do most of the talking during the middle of this? I concentrate better in silence."

"You sound like him."

She laughed and then pulled down the sheet that had been momently been covering her body. "Now when you make the incision it needs to be in a 'Y' shape okay. So you go from the left collar bone to the breast bone. You can start from the right if you prefer. And then from the right to the same place. You then cut from that spot down to the naval. The bellybutton to you and me and fold the skin over like so."

Dave watched Sam out of the corner of his eye. The poor lad had gone green.

"Now one the breast bone and ribcage. For you to be able to get into examine the victim's organs you have to break the rib cage. It's the only way to get the right amount of access to them. Now of cause when you are doing an autopsy your job is to catalogue all of the injures that the person has. On the inside as well as the outside. This helps narrow down the ways in which the man or woman was murdered or in fact prove that it was not murder. Okay?" She looked up at the young student. If he was a cartoon his face would have been painted a lime green. He looked awful. Molly pretended not to notice. 'Fifty quid.' She thought to herself with a smirk.

"Now I did say that this was a practical. So what I want you to do is write down any injures that you see straight of before you delve deeper. Now don't worry if you miss any it's all part of learning. So off you go." Said Molly sweetly. She stepped back and stud next to Dave. "When I crack the breast bone that's when it will happen. Gets them every time." She whispered softly.

"He's doing well though. You have to admit he's very focused." Molly hummed in agreement.

"Right then let's see what you have got then." The pathologist stretch her hand out for him to give her his notepad. Molly looked at it looked at the body then looked at it again. "Well done Sam you got them all." The girl had two broken ribs on the left hand side and one to the right. The one to the right had punctured the edge of her right lung. "Would the punctured lung be the cause of death?"

"I couldn't say."

"Yeah not?" she crossed her arms.

"Because I…we haven't fully examined the body." Molly gave him a large smile. She didn't like the Kid but at least he listened.

"Great Sam. You should never theorise before you have all the facts."

"Sounding like him again."

"Oh shut up." She sighed. Molly picked up the huge cutters after she had finished writing down the resent findings. She placed them at the bottom of the breast bone and cut. The bone snapped in two like a dried twig with a rather satisfactory crack. And there he went. Sam had manage to throw up in one of the metal dishes that rested on the other trolley table. Molly turned her head sideways and held out an open palm lower enough so that if the student turned round he would not see the exchange of money. "You win some. You lose some. And I have definitely won some." She whispered pocketing the two twenties and the ten. Before walking over to comfort the student.

"Hey it's okay, same I did the same when I first heard that noise." This was a lie it had never bothered her at all. "You get used to it, trust me I'm a pathologist." She smiled at him handing him tissues to clean himself up with.

….

It had been a long day with a less than advent full lunch. Sam had gone home, he had not fully recovered from the accident in the morgue. Dave and she had had a good laugh about that once he was gone. But he left shortly after that to. It was on his half day, how that man got half days with all the breaks he takes Molly did not know. However none of that mattered to her right now as all Molly Hooper wanted to do right now was go home and watch TV.

She ached all over from carrying folders from the morgue to the lab, from lifting bodies in and out of the freezer. Molly fumbled for her locker key in her lab coat pockets. "Where the hell has that gone now?" she was always misplacing her keys to her locker which just so happen to have the key to the lab and the morgue on too. When Sherlock had been around he had always been the reason for them been misplaced. Somehow he would always manage to nab them off her without her even noticing. She knew he pick pocketed Greg when he was being annoying but doing it to her was taking the piss considering she already let him into those places anyway. Molly thought he did it because he could and no other reason.

"Looking for these?" Molly heard the tinkle of the small silver coloured keys hitting together. She closed her eyes and savoured the sound of that voice for a moment.

"Sherlock." She whispered as she turned around. "You…"