Hello, I was watching Elementary today and I thought about my OTP Sherlolly and I came up with this idea where Elementary Sherlock and Molly meet and fall in love *insert wistful sigh*. I hope you like it, I might need some ideas for a murder plot, so any ideas would be appreciated, however if not I'll just borrow a plot line from Elementary. I hope you like it, oh there is also no Jamie Moriarty/ Irene alder...that would be too confusing.

Elementary chapter 1.

Joan Watson awoke to the usual sight of Clyde the turtle on her stomach with a note attached to his shell, she groaned as she picked up the note.

'Get dressed, we're going to the morgue'

Joan looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was 9:15, knowing that she wouldn't be able to carry on sleeping she grudgingly got ready, picked up Clyde and went downstairs.

"Sherlock, why are we going to the morgue? oh and you said you'd stop putting Clyde on me in the mornings" she walked in the kitchen, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite Sherlock at the kitchen table who was typing madly at his laptop.

"If you would prefer I could wake you by hitting a saucepan with a spoon, personally I think waking up to Clyde would be a lot more peaceful… anyway we are going to the morgue because apparently there is a detective inspector and a pathologist coming to examine a body, I overheard detective Bell said that they were having trouble and his cousin recommended them, I have no idea why since they have us but I suppose it would be interesting to meet them."

Joan smiled knowingly, he couldn't stop himself from eavesdropping.

"So you want to meet the people that have caught the attention of the NYPD?" she finished her coffee and stood up.

"Yes, now brush your teeth, we're going in five minutes" Sherlock closed the laptop, tucked it under his arm and walked to the lounge.


One cab ride and a lecture on the mating habits of turtles later they arrived at the morgue, Sherlock walked as fast as possible down the hall with Joan trailing behind him, he finally strode past the doors and down into the main lab, what he saw made him stand still and straight. Joan noticed this and looked around him curiously, then she saw her.

Sherlock looked at the woman who was elbow deep in a mans chest murmuring things to her self and the tall grey haired man standing next to er talking to captain Gregson.

"Yeah well our Sgt. Donovan is related to Detective Bell, she mentioned this particular case and Molly decided to come down to New York as fast as possible" the greying man said with an obvious British accent.

"Well she looks like she's having fun, she seems just like our consulting detective- Oh hey Sherlock" Gregson turned and walked up to Sherlock and Joan.

"How did you know about, you know what, never mind. Greg, Molly this is Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson. Joan, Sherlock this is Greg Lestrade and Molly Hooper." Lestrade and Molly both looked at Sherlock and Joan, their mouths gaping open.

"You've got to be kidding me, is there one in every bloody continent?" Greg practically shouted, Molly glared at him and then turned her attention back to Sherlock and Joan.

"Sorry about him, it's just.. well you see. We have a Sherlock Holmes back home, he consults for Scotland yard" Joan and Sherlock looked shocked.

"What! really?" Sherlock seemed interested by the thought. Greg shouted again.

"British accent! Molly he's a Brit, They're exactly the same, they've even got the same bloody job!" Molly shushed Greg,

"No they're not, they look completely different and anyway back home Sherlock hangs around with JOHN Watson not Joan, see completely different. Don't be rude." Molly gave one last glare before taking off her gloves and holding out her hand to Sherlock and Joan.

"Hi, I'm Molly as you can see, I'm a pathologist I'm sorry if we stumbled onto your territory so to speak, it's just.. when I found about this case I just couldn't stop myself from wanting to figure it out, I hope you don't mind"

Sherlock looked at her, She was pretty..no she was ethereal..her delicate features and big brown eyes that seemed to almost sparkle even against the harsh light of the morgue made her look innocent despite the gore of her Job.

Sherlock shook her hand, He liked this Molly Hooper.

I hope that was okay, I had some problems with my laptop mouse so it's a bit of a short chapter but I think I could fix that soon. Please review about anything that you would might like to see in this story... or anything else. Thank you for reading.

M xx