Molly was on edge the next day`, she was frightened that Moriarty would come back for something more. She tiptoed into the morgue, checking around her first before she got to work. If Moriarty could fake his own death, then hide out in her morgue, he could certainly be here again if he wanted to.
After she had thoroughly checked every nook and cranny in the morgue she tried to get some work done. She had not been able to do the paper work for Mr. Lancaster last night as she had turned into a teary eyed pool of pulp once regaining her movement and voice after Moriarty little visit. She went to her desk and began the paper work but only an hour into it Sherlock burst through the door, causing Molly to jump and emit a tiny squeak of terror.
"Molly? What are you doing there, Lestrade said you'd have Miss Baines' body ready for us by now." Sherlock asked, slightly annoyed at her lack of preparation.
Molly slid the paper work to one side and looked at her list for the day, he was in fact telling the truth, she was her first body of the day. She sighed and stood up from her chair swaying slightly. Head rush she blamed it and began to make her way to where the body was placed. "I'm sorry Sherlock, I had to get Mr. Lancaster's paper work finished before I could begin with my dailies."
Sherlock tilted his head to the side in a point of confusion. "I thought you did the paper work last night?" He asked curiously at the irregularity.
"Well I didn't...I...I didn't feel too well after you left so I had to push it back until this morning. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry Mol, he has that effect on all of us."
"What?" Molly went into a panic, thinking they already knew about Moriarty's return. "No, I didn't say-"
"John, this is hardly the time for your little jabs." Sherlock scolded.
Molly glanced between the two men, relief washing over her as she realised that it was a joke. "Oh" She nervously chuckled "You were referring to Sherlock. I see."
"Who else would I be referring to?" John asked, glancing at Sherlock and then back to Molly, trying to see if he had missed something.
"No one, I just thought...never mind." She replied dismissively.
"If you have quit your rambling Molly, we would like to see the body."
"Yes, right." Molly said as she moved to get the body. "Oh John, I never asked! How did your-" Molly tried to say before she began coughing.
"You alright Molly?" John asked, slightly concerned for the pathologist. While in contrast Sherlock couldn't look more bored.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I've just got a bit of a sore throat I guess." Molly just managed to croak out as she went to get a glass of water. "Sorry about that. Anyway how did your proposal go? Sherlock told me last night."
"Oh! Very well, I mean she said yes."
"Congratulations! That's great."
"Yes, isn't it just?" Sherlock said with mock enthusiasm "Now, Molly if you could please prepare the body!" He snapped getting more irritated at the both of them with each millisecond that past by whilst they blabbed on.
Molly prepared the body for them as quick as she could and then took a step back to allow Sherlock and John to assess the situation. "58. Single, widowed, he died a while ago, almost 11 years ago. She decided against remarrying, loyal to her husband. Dirt under the nails and greasy hair, she didn't care for her appearance. Traces of dog left on her skin, scent and partially in her hair, 11 years on her own, she must have wanted company. Wedding finger has no indent so she must have taken off the ring shortly after her husband's death, but why? She was so loyal to her husband why take it off?"
"She must have wanted to keep it safe." John piped up, tearing his gaze away from Molly who was currently looking very pale and opening and closing her hands repetitively. "Molly, are you sure you're alright?" John asked again, ignoring her last answer.
"John, stay focused. Molly is-" Sherlock stopped suddenly, taking a proper look at the pathologist. He stared at her carefully for a few minutes before striding around the table and head on towards her making Molly back up against the wall of the morgue as he silently scrutinizing her and softly placing his hand either side of her face. "Molly, you need to be truthful with me now." His tone had changed completely, it was no longer exasperated or irritated, instead it was calm and soft yet still held strong. "Tell me what you have taken?"
Molly was trapped in a corner, literally. She knew Sherlock would be furious if she lied to him, especially about drugs but she knew that if she said anything about Moriarty everyone's lives could be at risk. She quickly tried to fumble a sentence together. "I- I didn't take anything." She rushed out.
"You're lying." Sherlock stated.
Molly tried to free her head and squirmed under his hold but to no avail. "Sherlock don't-"
"You swayed when you got up, had a sore throat, pins and needles, and now you've got extremely dilated pupils." He leaned in closer staring her down with his cold eyes that could pierce the soul "You're. Lying." he growled out.
Molly was like a deer in the headlights, petrified to move or even utter a syllable. She simply shook her head, and didn't bare say another word that would only make everything worst. "Sherlock, please" She whispered, tears brimming on the edges of her eyes as she gave a faint push to make him let go of her.
Luckily for Molly John was there. John was quick at hand and led Sherlock away from her, murmuring to Sherlock to keep calm before quickly turning his attention to Molly. "Molly, it's for the best that you tell us what you've taken, so we can help." He said soothingly as he led her away from the wall and into her side office, Sherlock remaining in the main area of the morgue out of stubbornness.
"John, I can't."
"Can't what, Molly?"
"I-I just can't." She whined again, stuck for words. She didn't even want to try and get away with small hints to tell them. She knew that if she messed up she would have everyone's blood on her hands. With that disturbing thought she felt as if someone had bashed her head in, she had a splitting headache now to top in all off. She clutched her head in hands, whimpering from the pain wanting it to desperately go away.
"Sherlock!" John shouted from Molly's side, immediately checking her pulse and breathing. Sherlock ran in and stared at them both.
"Make it stop, please." She cried helplessly.
Sherlock stood infront of her lifting her chin so she would look at him. "Molly, you have to tell me the symptoms." He ruthlessly commanded her, he didn't have time to be nice, he needed answers.
"Headache, nausea, err, pin and needles, vision slightly impaired, and I feel faint."
"Arsenic." Sherlock whispered mostly to himself. "Molly did you take arsenic!"
She didn't know what to say. If she said yes he would hate her, be furious with her, and loathe her to the ends of the earth and possibly more if he ever found out that she had lied to him about it. If she said no, he would surely know. She looked at him with a pained and desperate expression before hoarsely cried out and collapsed to her knees.
Sherlock quickly grabbed her and carried out of the morgue and up to the hospital, he knew it was critical for Molly to get arsenic treatment or soon her organs would start shutting down. Sherlock's mind buzzed, with a hundred questions, urgently trying to make sense of why Molly would take arsenic and why she would lie to him about it? What she had meant when she looked at him? Her usual cheerful expression filled with such pain had been haunting.
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