hai guys, o just decided to make this thingy-majigy because it was eating my head. also, there wasn't a lot of BAMF molly fanfic's and i'e started to procrastinate my studies with fanfiction .

"Right, I'm heading off then. You sure you're alright?" Mary, Molly's best friend, called out.

"Yeah I'll be fine," Molly muttered, internally cursing her boss for asking her to complete a damned autopsy at 8:30 pm. everyone knew Molly wouldn't refuse; it just wasn't her nature. Besides, Sherlock popped in before and pointed out every injury on the body, why did she have to do the rest?

"When will you be done? Seriously, you shouldn't be taking so much work on!" Mary advises her. She was right too, why does she take so much work on?

"I guess, but I'll be fine. You go home," Molly assured her and hugged her goodbye. Once Mary had left, she left from working to the report and opened up the cadaver from the body bag; Mary hated dead bodies so Molly would avoid those kinds of things around her.

There was nothing unusual about the body; he had all the injuries and significances Sherlock previously pointed out. The guy had a pale complexion along with pale hair; an albino. She knew an albino before, his name was Henry. Henry used to attend the same university as her except he was a psychology student. They were great friends but never went any further than that; they were a lot like siblings.

She continues to unzip the bag and didn't notice anything unusual. She opened the eyelids to see one a perfect shade of baby pink, the other completely scarred in the shape of a leaf.

Wait, it couldn't be. No, she was wrong; it couldn't have meant what she thought it meant; it couldn't be! What should she do, call the police? Lestrade?Sherlock? Even though she would never willingly call him, Mycroft?

She grabbed her iPhone from the counter and dashed back to the cadaver, suddenly worried that the body could get up and walk away.

Instead she dialled the number to "Maria" when a hand clamped over her mouth. She dropped her phone and froze, prepared for what could happen next.

"Bad decisions, Missus, bad decision… Molly," the deep tone boomed through her ears. Once she cleverly planned out what to do, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and bit his hand cloaked in leather.

When the opponent let out a grunt (in response to her not so anticipated attack), she used her free arm, and jabbed at the defined stomach with as much strength as possible. Shocked, from the impact such a small girl could give; he instinctively holds onto his stomach, giving Molly enough space to run.

But she didn't run; she was more curious to know who her attacker could be. His face was deathly pale, like a moon tossed upon clouds. She could see a lot of his facial features even from the lack of light, he was rather tall and rather handsome, but what struck her the most was his almond shaped eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lights. He seemed familiar, almost too familiar.

He rose back to his feet, ready to approach his target. All the determination faded from her once she realised who he could be; she froze. Her opponent ploughed on her; using all of his weight to keep her down.

"You're gonna pay for that you little cow," he snarled in a familiar French accent.

Think fast Molly think fast.

Semi consciously, she gathered all the saliva in her mouth and spat on his face. bewildered by her ridiculously silly acts of defence, he blinked even a second to spare, she uses all of her energy to throw her head onto his face, and his grip lightened as he recoiled in pain. She used this opportunity and ripped her arms free from his cage; raked her newly manicured fingernails deep into his cheeks. She pushed him away from her and got up, completely unaware of what she done.

She dashed back to the cadaver and grabbed her phone to call the police.

"Now, Now, Molly; just stop for a minute and come with me," the voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Fuck off Sebastian, you can go to hell," she insulted through gritted teeth, turned around to see a trail of blood from his cheeks. Did he really think she'd listen to him after that?

"Well then," Sebastian started. He threw the pathologist in his arms with plentiful ease, and held a shard of glass to her throat.

"I think you know what's going to happen next,"

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"What do you mean we have to see the body again?" Lestrade rushed to keep in pace with the consulting detective.

"If I'm correct, then I may have missed a rather crucial injury of the body," Sherlock began. The two men flung the doors to St. Barts.

"Okay and what's that?" Lestrade began

"The pattern, Lestrade, the pattern! The eye was gouged out in the shape of a leaf,but not any kind of leaf, a needle leaf. This could only mean that that same serial killer that killed those other three doctors are involved in this case." Sherlock explained his deductions

"I see... but i doubt anyone would even be here," Lestrade answered. They headed towards the morgue but Lestrade stopped once he heard a shrill feminine scream that was cut off by a man shouting back.

"Would you shut up?" the voice roared.

"Go to hell!" Molly screeched equally as loud.

He caught up to Sherlock, who was sprinting to the morgue as they both called out for her.

"Molly!" Sherlock yelled in his deep smouldering, baritone; not aware that what he just distracted her by enormous amounts.

He flung the door open to see Molly sprawled on the floor, a man shrouded in black placed his arms high above his head; clutching onto a shard of glass.

"Sherlock," Molly calls out, her eyes fixed on her opponent.

as he swung down to dig the shard deep into her spine, she quickly rolled next to the cadaver; cleverly avoiding the blow. she grabbed the scalpel, that was placed beside the dead body, and gingerley swung it at his leg; staining the polished metal to a deep crimson metal as it cut through her opponent's flesh.

he grunts in anger more than pain; and uses the same leg she mutilated to knock the wind right out of her.

"Urgh," she managed to breathe out, before falling limp onto the bloodied floor.

"Molly!" sherlock exclaimed and rushed to aid. he stroked her hair matted with blood; presumably her own. her head was bleeding, along with her forearm. she must have broken a bone or two, after all she just fought a guy almost a foot taller than herself!

"Where the bloody hell did he go?" Lestrade suddenly asked, also fixed on Molly and her current condition.

"I don't know, i wasn't paying attention to him" Sherlock admitted.

focus Sherlock, focus, who the hell could he be?

the man was around six foot, wore black clothing even down to the gloves, except he didn't wear a mask so he probably wasn't intending to anything serious. he was rather pale, which could indicate that he was either very ill or under stress, it was most likely to be the latter since he had a lot of bags under those almond eyes. the fact that he didn't attempt to cover his face means that he was probably intending to meet Molly, he probably intended to scare her.

he was rather surprised with the fight she put up; he was rather... impressed. he turned back to Lestrade ,who was barking commands into his phone, and then back to Molly, whose heart beat was becoming less and less consistent.

"This is a hospital, WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE DOCTORS?!" Sherlock roared yet again, cradling the woman in his arms; if only she were awake to see his displays of affection.

"I'll go get them," Lestrade offered, oblivious to Sherlock's unusually worried reaction

please be okay Molly, please

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