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Molly Hooper glanced at herself in the mirror and swiped some lipstick on her lips. The words Sherlock said to her that first day, came back. I thought it was an improvement. Mouth's too small, now."

She sighed and adjusted her tight shirt. She normally didn't wear such form fitting clothes, but Sherlock would be coming to the lab.

Maybe he'd actually look at her. Maybe today would be the day.

She hailed a taxi, a rare luxury for her, but she didn't want to ruin her hair. When she got there, she slipped into her lab coat. She went into the morgue and began working. She was so engrossed she didn't notice Sherlock enter until he cleared his throat. She looked up, and her heart began to pound. Get yourself together, Molly. She straightened.

"Is there something you need, Sherlock?" She flashed him her most winning smile.

He didn't even look up from his phone.

"Yes, I need to see a body. Male, 6", 35-40." He looked up from his phone and gave her a small smile. "Please."

She sighed inwardly. She could never resist him and she knew it.

"I'll get what you need."

He nodded his thanks. He completed whatever he needed to do with the body and left.

She stared longingly after him. Maybe tomorrow.