Chapter 1: Nothing is what it seems.

Bip-Bip, Bip-Bip. My alarm clock woke me up. 8:15. Time to get up! I thought to myself.

It was going to be the usual day. I removed she sheets and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. The usual me greeted me with tired eyes and messy brown hair. I brushed it and went to the kitchen, where Toby, my cat, walked to me happily.

"Good morning to you too." I said smiling as I stroked his soft fur. He was my company. "Do you think he will come today?" I asked. Toby looked at me, like he actually understood what I said; it was a reprimending look. "Okay, I know I souldn't make my daily life around Sherlock, but if you'd see him, and were a girl, you'd do the same!"

I cooked breakfast, ate, and went to put some clothes on. I chose to put on a white shirt with a navy blue cardigan and my favourite jeans with my black shoes.

I said goodbye to Toby, after giving him some food for the day and taking my coat on the way, I went out.

Barts was not so far from my flat so I walked everyday to work. It only took 15 minutes.

I said 'hello' to all my colleagues I past by to the morgue. When I arrived at my lab, I took off my coat and put on my white doctor's robe, checked my list to see who I had that day (I wonder If any of these are in one of Sherlock's cases.) and I made my way to the postmortem tables.

The morning went slow, autopsy after autopsy. Women and Men, all past by. I had finished my fourth one of the day when I decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch. I took of my gloves and washed my hands in the sink.

Just when I was going to open the door... BAM! It suddenly opened, I somped my face at it and fell down on the cold hospital floor.

"Oh, Molly, just who I wanted to see!" Sherlock said as he closed the door, ignoring the state of my bleeding nose and me being on the floor. He walked to the corpe's tables when he turned around and looked at me like I was dancing around. "What are you doing on the floor, I thought the cleaners cleaned every night."

Trying to stop the bleeding and to hide it because I didn't like to apear too vulnerable to him, I tried to stand up. I failed at that because I was still a bit dizzy and I would have hit myself on a table if Sherlock hadn't caught me in the very last second. He was holding me by the waste and I had my hands on his forearms.

"You hit me with the door when you got in." I explained. My voice sounded a bit nasal, which added more points to me being pathetic.

"Um." He looked at my nose, getting closer, still in our embrace. "That doesn't look good. Let me have a look at it." He finale let me go. "First save kit?"

"At my office, under my desk." I said as I tried to stand up for more than 10 seconds. Not a good idea. I tried to walk to a chair at the corner of the room. I felt myself fall again. I hit my left side with the chair as Sherlock came in.

"Hey, slowly!" He said softly as he helped me sit on the chair. "Now, let me see that nose."He delicately moved my face for the right angle to look at it. He opened the kit and took some cotton and started to clean. "I'm sorry." He said after some seconds of silence.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry, for hitting you with the door. It...wasn't my intention." He repeated as he kept cleaning.

"It's okay, I didn't look either." I looked at him. He looked so concentrated. His blue eyes paying attention to what he was doing. "So...Why did you come?"

"Um?" He simply said.

"Why are you here? Since you said that the door thing wasn't on purpouse, I don't think you came here to hit me. So, why are you here, Sherlock? What do you need?"

"Oh!" He said like he just remembered. "I came here to ask you if I could borrow your lab for a minute, I need to run some experiments on a prove." He smilied a little bit. "This is done." He closed the save kit. "Can you get up?" He asked politly.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I pointed at the kit. "Give me that, I'll put it back. You go to the lab and help yourself. You know everything about it already... so I don't have to explain anything to you, do I?" I said smiling at him.

"Thank you, Molly." He smilied openly at me as he handed me that case and walked to the lab, his black coat following him.

I sighted. Is it me, or did he get more and more handsome each day? And why was he so nice to me? He never is so nice to me. He might be up to again, they say nothing is what it seems...

But I didn't care at all. All I cared about was about his smile. And so, dancing around I left the kit at my office and went to see what the smart detective was up to.