This is my first attempt at writing a Sherlock fic so I hope it isn't too disastrous! I love Sherlock and although I like JohnLock fic, I love Sherlolly and I feel like there isn't enough of it out there. This is my little contribution so I hope you enjoy it. Please review and thank you for reading :)

To the rest of the people working in the hospital, today seemed to be like any other. None of them had any idea about what was to come. All except one. Molly took a deep breath as she thought of the task ahead, in about twenty minutes Sherlock was going to jump from the roof of St Bart's hospital and then someone would wheel his 'dead' body into the morgue and she would have to react as everyone expected her to. The plan had been prepared quickly but everything had to be right in order for it work. Molly's heart was beating rapidly as she wondered what he was doing at this exact moment. He was sketchy about exactly what was going to happen on the roof, Sherlock had said he didn't want her to know too much because it could jeopardise her own safety.

Arranging his fake death had been surprisingly easy, she sorted the body, blood packs and legal documents whilst Sherlock would do the most difficult part and fling himself from the roof. It was a crazy plan but Sherlock was adamant that it was his only option; together they ensured that it worked. Every now and then Molly glanced at the clock in the morgue until eventually the phone in the morgue rang and she was informed of what had happened to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn't a great actress but it wasn't difficult for her to feign tears. Molly cried down the phone but insisted that she should carry out the autopsy, thankfully nobody wanted to argue with her so all she had to do was wait.

Molly knew that Sherlock would be covered in blood when his body was wheeled into the morgue but still nothing could have prepared her for how totally lifeless he looked. His pale face was even paler than usual, his ice blue eyes were glazed over, and blood covered his head and drenched his dark curls. For a terrible moment Molly was almost certain that he was actually dead and she stared in horrified shock at his still form. She managed to calm herself down and set about checking his vital signs, the drug he'd taken to slow his heart was taking too long to wear off. Molly offered up a desperate, silent prayer and after a minute or so the effects of the drug did begin to wear off. Sherlock's chest slowly began to rise and fall again, the clear sign of life almost made Molly cry with relief but she held back her tears. When Sherlock opened his eyes, he began to cough loudly and savour the feeling of air reaching his lungs once more. He didn't sit up at first; instead he just stared at Molly with a level of vulnerability in his eyes that she had not witnessed before.

"Sherlock? Are you okay?" Molly asked, slowly. Sherlock smiled slightly,

"Never better Molly" he replied, his voice laced with his usual sarcastic tone. In a weird way it was comforting to Molly because it meant that he was still himself as with the heart being so slowed down there had been a risk of brain injury. "So it has worked?" Sherlock continued. Molly nodded,

"Yes you're officially dead. I have the other body ready and I just need to clean up and sign the official records." There was a long pause and Sherlock finally sat up on the metal table,

"Thank you, Molly."

"You're welcome. Do you know where you're going now?"

"I have arranged for a car to come and pick me up. I intend to head for the airport sometime next week but it is too risky before then because the damn press will be swarming everywhere."

"Okay but um I suggest that we clean the blood off you, it might draw a lot of attention." Sherlock looked down at himself as he heard her words and was suddenly aware of the distinct metallic taste of blood. He had almost forgotten the awful state he was in, his Belstaff coat was now a shade of deep burgundy and most of his face and upper body were soaked with blood. Molly brought over the change of clothes that he'd stashed in the morgue and turned her back as he began to get undressed. This amused Sherlock slightly,

"Molly I daresay you've seen enough bodies to be familiar with human anatomy, I see no reason why you are uncomfortable with seeing mine". Molly blushed furiously and turned around to face him, deliberately avoiding looking at his now exposed chest and instead looking straight into his eyes.

"I-I just thought you'd want privacy."

"Hardly matters" Sherlock stated. Once he was out of his shirt he went over to the big sink and began washing off the copious amounts of blood. Molly placed his ruined clothes onto the prepared body, in case others wished to view it. A couple of minutes of silence passed before Sherlock called from the sink, "Molly, could you help me with this? Only I've got a lot of the blood off but I can't wash it off the back of my head and neck." Molly walked over to the sink and took the sponge from him then tried her best to wash the blood off his neck. Once his neck was clean, she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed his head a bit further underneath the tap until the water rinsed the blood from his hair.

As soon his hair was clean, she turned the tap off and passed him a towel. "Thank you" Sherlock said, taking the towel and ruffling it through his hair. Sherlock got dressed into the dark jeans, t shirt and black jacket and then Molly tidied up the morgue. She signed all of the official papers, uncomfortably aware that she was breaking several laws but she kept reminding herself that it was all for him. When she'd finished, Sherlock made a call from a brand new mobile phone because he could no longer use his own and a car was on its way to collect him. Before too long the car had arrived and Sherlock smiled slightly, "Thank you Molly Hooper." Molly's heart sank at the fact that he was now leaving,

"You're welcome, I'll…um I'll m-miss you" she stuttered and before she could stop herself she'd hugged him. At first he didn't respond but then he slowly wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her gently. Molly savoured the moment and then with a final glance he had gone.