Sherlock had to be careful. There was a full moon tonight and he had to solve this case before the change began. Mike Stamford was leading him and John to the morgue to meet with the new pathologist, Doctor Molly Hooper.
"She's a genius!" Mike exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone solve causes of death like she can."
"Hmf," Sherlock grunted, insulted that Stamford found this pathologist to be more competent than him. So what if he was jealous? He'd never admit that out loud, though John suspected he was.
"Hello Molly, this is—" Mike was interrupted by the baritone voice of the man beside him.
"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective," he spoke with pride.
"Oh, I've heard of you," she smiled brightly, her deep brown eyes sparkling.
"Uh, yes, well…" he trailed off, gulping heavily. "I need to see the body, so make it quick." His tone was clipped. Molly narrowed her eyes at him. He's lucky I don't sew his mouth shut.
"As you wish," she complied, her tone dripping with a thick sweetness that could have caused cavities. Sherlock felt his teeth ache momentarily and Molly watched with amusement as he furrowed his brows. The pain went away as fast as it came but she was sure that would teach him a lesson.
"This man was obviously drowned," Sherlock pointed out.
"Yes, and judging by the marks around his neck, he was facing his killer, which means he knew this person," Molly added.
"And his killer was so obviously a jilted lover," he continued.
"Boring and cliché," they spoke in unison. John and Mike looked between the two who's eyes have been locked for longer than thirty seconds.
"Okay, that's getting a bit scary now," John remarked. This was definitely going to be an interesting work relationship for his friend.
One Hour Earlier
"Alright, Mr. Duncan, let's see if you remember who murdered you," Molly said, mostly to herself. With a jolt of electricity from her index finger, the corpse on the slab shot right up.
"Where am I? Why am I so cold?" he panicked.
"I need you to calm down, Mr. Duncan," she told him. "Who was the last person you saw before everything went black? I need you to focus."
"My—no…yes—my girlfriend. She was angry with me for cheating and—oh my God did she kill me!?" he exclaimed.
"That will be all, thank you, Mr. Duncan," she smiled. Another jolt from her finger and he was dead once more.