Just one word
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Sherlock.
Molly had just finished the paperwork on her last autopsy that day. She was leaving the morgue when she heard an electronic voice behind her.
"EXTERMINATE!" It said. She turned around. There it was. It looked liked a giant salt shaker with a toilet plunger and an egg whisk stuck on the front. Despite its goofy design it was terrifying.
Suddenly she felt someone's hand grab hers. She turned to see a tall skinny man with spiky hair wearing a long trench coat and trainer (weird).
He said just one word
"RUN!" They ran down a corridor then to an exit.
He pushed her out side and slammed the door as he went back in to the building. Molly turned around expecting to see him but he was nowhere in sight. She tried the door but he had locked it behind him.
Molly longed to feel that adrenalin running with the mystery man gave her, but she never experienced it again. Until, that is, the day she met Sherlock Holmes.
AN: This is my first crossover, my first one-shot, my first Sherlock story, and my first attempt at writing 10. Please tell me what you think.