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"This case is finally solved! Let's celebrate tonight at The Fox, my treat." Molly Hooper, the world's only consulting detective announced with a bright smile and everyone in the morgue happily agreed to her invitation except for one. "Sherlock, would you like to join us? Without your help, we wouldn't have solved the case this quickly." Molly approached the pathologist and asked in a jovial manner, not at all daunted by the frown on his face.
"Thank you for the offer, Molly but anyone with functional eyes would see that today is a very busy day." Gesturing to the corpses, Sherlock replied curtly. "Well, I'm sure they can wait. After all, they are not going anywhere right?" Undeterred, the consulting detective joked. "I'm also sure that if you could work as hard as you 'celebrate', you would be solving cases at a faster rate, Molly."
"Sherlock!" John admonished him and the morgue descended into an awkward silence. "That's actually quite true," the consulting detective chuckled to herself, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere, "but life is not all about work, Sherlock. Sometimes we just need an excuse to let loose." Molly winked at the pathologist, "If you want to, you could always join us later when you are done with your work," before walking out of the morgue.
"What a weirdo and a rude one too. I don't know why you even bother asking him in the first place, Molly." Following the consulting detective, Sally said loudly, not caring if Sherlock would hear her. "Don't say that. There's nothing wrong in taking his job seriously." Their conversation eventually reached beyond the pathologist's hearing range and he resumed his autopsy. A sigh from his best and probably only friend just made Sherlock all the more crossed. "Go back to your doctor duties, John, before any of your patients die. The morgue is already at its full capacity, mind you."
"Molly? Hello? Anyone home?" Mary snapped her fingers in front of the consulting detective's face. "I thought I saw him standing outside." Molly gave the nurse a confused look. "Who?" Mary questioned but she could already guess the answer. "Umm…" Distracted, Molly stretched out her neck, wanting to get a better view from the window of the pub closest to them. The consulting detective's strange behaviour attracted the attention of others and they all looked at her.
"Excuse me, I'll be right back. Drink up, everyone!" She rushed out of the door, turning her head to the left and right when Molly caught a glimpse of his signature coat, "Sherlock!" The man stopped in his tracks but did not turn around. "Don't say you just 'happened to pass by' because I know your flat is on the other side of the city. Since you are here, why didn't you come in? We were waiting for you." Without her realizing, the consulting detective grabbed his sleeve. "I highly doubt that, Molly." Sherlock looked down at her hand and pulled his arm out of her grasp.
"Did I do something wrong, something that put me on your blacklist? If so, tell me. I can apologise. I don't understand why you need to be like this?" Feeling hurt, Molly was defeated by Sherlock's aloofness. "You're the consulting detective and yet you couldn't deduce the reason?" The pathologist asked mockingly before continuing. It was apparently the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Ever since you first entered the morgue, you constantly disrupt my work with your presence. You somehow managed to affect my mind with your cheerfulness, raising my heart rate and making my palms sweaty. How the hell do you expect me to hold my scalpel properly? My mind used to be brilliant but every time I see you, it turns into a lump of bloody jello! So whatever you are doing to me, cease it!" Taken aback by his unexpected outburst, Molly watched as the pathologist left angrily and did not try to stop him. "I don't think I can apologise for that, Sherlock." The consulting detective told herself.
Author's note: I always wanted to write a swap!lock and I hope it's not too bad for an introduction. Please enjoy :)