A/N: Hello everyone who has decided to try my writing, I shall start with the typical warnings. This is my FIRST fanfiction and I have tried my hardest to not have Sherlock or Molly OC, but I assume that is something I will get better at. I do apologies if I being to not make sense or tangents, so PLEASE feel more than WELCOME to send me reviews or PMs with helpful criticism or ideas. I'm not going to upload the second chapter to this story, until I feel confident that this isn't the ramblings of a crazied fangirl.

My biggest apologies for BAD grammar or anything like that. Do let me know if you find mistakes or have tips for first time writers.

Chapter One

From time to time Molly's mind did fantasise over the man that so causally stood in her way demanding to see the John Doe's body from this mornings crime scene. Rather than taken in the words that fell from his perfect mouth she just watch them move with each word. Molly had to violently shake her head so that she would not fall into the trap of day dreaming about Sherlock Holmes, especially in his presence.

"Molly!" Sherlock almost screamed at her with utter frustration and annoyance, although Molly did discern a hint of confusion in his voice. "I need to see the John Doe from this morning. Now only if you could actually comprehend what I said and do what I asked we could both be doing something more enjoyable."

Moly caught on the sprinkle of humour in his voice that was stirred in with all the arrogance and annoyance at her. His comment last comment did cause Molly to immediately feel the warmth of her blood rushing to her face causing her to blush. Molly's mind became flustered and overact with the suggestive comment Sherlock had made. Even if it was in jest and was ludicrous to think that he meant anything seductive by it.

She was a professional women who could not let an unrealistic fantasy of a man get in the way of that. Molly was starting to move from her lab in to her morgue, when she caught the face of Sherlock. Sherlock was abnormally attractive not only to her, but she suspected to many of the women around London that read or watch him on the telly. His hair was long, (compared to the average male hair length for his generation), curly and has the deepest shade of brown that sat just before jet black. His eyes were mysterious at the moment they were a fresh sea green shade, but when his mood changed so did the shade. The strangest, and sexiest according to Molly, part of Sherlock's face was his abnormally high and sharp cheek bones.

Molly's gaze at Sherlock hadn't lasted five seconds, but she had taken all that she needed. When she turned away she noticed that Sherlock was running his eyes over her face as well, but she could not determine why. Keep moving before you make a complete idiot put of yourself. Molly abused herself as she speed up her pace towards the morgue.

Sherlock was slightly behind her when she pushed the doors of the morgue open. Before she had a second to remind herself what she was here for she was already removing the John Doe from the refrigerator cabinet.

The woman that laid on the cold metallic slate, that Molly pulled out of the cabinet, stereotypically beautiful. Molly mentally noted that she reminded her of Gemma Arterton from the action flick "Clash of Titan", which was a waste of her time. As Molly begun to feel a sliver of envy at this women for her beauty she remembered that she was dead and in the presence of Sherlock so she had to get thoughts and emotions in check. This 'man' can read you like a open book. She reminded herself with a spite full inner tone.

"She is quiet boringly beautiful, isn't she?" He said innocently.

Confused by the juxtaposed adjectives and out of character statement Molly was unsure whether to answer that question or not. Molly decided against her crushing ego to answer with a question of her own. "Yes she is beautiful, but what do you mean boringly beautiful?"

"She is obliviously beautiful and there is no question to it, hence the fact I find it boring." Sherlock rambled off in his usual factual tone that saw absolutely no indication of interest.

Molly understood what Sherlock had meant. She wanted to desperately wanted to interrogate him on what he finds non-boring beauty to be, but she knew better. Instead she nodded and professionally began informing him of her findings. "So, she died at approximately six pm last night from a slash from a knife that served her Carotid artery. She was in prestige health before her death and her last meal was from a ridiculous expensive resturant. She had not had sexual intercourse or consumed any alcohol the night she killed and she was not pregnant."

Sherlock stood looking at Molly for a good few seconds after she had finished and she had wondered if he had listened to a single word that came out of her mouth, but as she went to open her mouth to abuse him Sherlock started to scan the body in front of him.

A/N: Please do leave me a review to help me, but I do apologies for to much OC to come or present.

Smut will be on it's way so don't quit yet..please? :P