It was early afternoon and Sherlock had been told there was a body that needed examining in the morgue yet again. It wasn't as if he really had anything else that needed doing and Lestrade had seemed so desperate it was almost sad. So here he was again, retracing his steps to the morgue for the second time that day. At least Molly was working and it wasn't one of the other morticians. Then again this wasn't too surprising as Sherlock had point-blank refused to work with most of the others. He stopped suddenly, midway down the hall. There was a strange sort of squeaking noise coming from the mortuary. Sherlock quickened his pace and pulled his hands from his pockets. He was still wearing his black, leather gloves, not having had an opportunity to take them off after coming inside and the insides were slick with sweat. It sounded- it sounded like Molly. Sherlock began to run down the corridor, dropping his coffee without giving it a second thought.
A moment later he burst into the morgue and was infuriated to see a strange man that he didn't know, pinning Molly to the wall. She was obviously terrified, no longer really trying to struggle away from him. Sherlock stalked over to the man and ripped him away. He grabbed the man's neck and shoved him roughly against the wall.
"You really should think twice about where you assault people," Sherlock remarked with deceptive calmness. He tightened his grip on the man's throat until he was gasping for air. "Are you still enjoying this?" Sherlock was interested to note the alarming shade of purple the man's face had turned. He continued to enjoy the full range of colour the man's face expressed until he was lying unconscious on the floor. Sherlock kicked him in the stomach for good measure and pulled out his mobile before dialling Lestrade's number.
"This is Sherlock, yes I'm in the morgue there's been an assault send an officer right away." He hung up the phone before Lestrade had a chance to reply and was at Molly's side a moment later. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head mutely. He guessed that she was probably in shock. Sherlock helped her to her feet, removed his coat and wrapped it securely around her. She was shivering. Definitely shock. He wrapped an arm around her and led her to a chair. "Don't move until the police arrive." He had places he urgently needed to go, but he wasn't about to leave her with the man, so he dragged the man onto one of the tables and locked him in one of the freezers. Call it an added punishment. Pity the officer would get there before any real damage was done.