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"Pathologist?" Little Sherlock asked, "that's the people who operates on dead people, right?"

"No," Little Maurelle pouted, she didn't like how he worded it, "Yes." She said after a few thoughts "But not only that, they do examinations too." she smirked at him.

"Ew. Working with dead people is unsanitary." He scrunched his face and moved a few steps back from her. "That's ridiculous, choose a better job!"

"Being dead is unhygienic as being alive." She crossed her arms and turned her back on him.

"Okay," he said after thinking , "We won't be able to see each other then." he walk and stood in front of her.

"Why? What are you going to do when you grow up?"

"I'm going to travel the world, Molly! In my own ship!" He jumped in excitement.

She frowned, "Are you going to be a captain?"

"Yes, a pirate captain."

She tilted her head, "Well, that sounds a bit unrealistic."

"I'll look for treasure and I'll give it to you!" He smiled broadly.

"I'll work hard and earn my own money so you don't need to give me anything."

"Oh," he said disappointed at his friends rejection.

"Instead of sending me treasure," she said while biting her lips thinking of a better gift, "How 'bout telling me your adventures?" She asked brightly.

He was taken aback by his friends question, "Of course I will!"

She laughed, "Geniuses love being praised, huh?"

He blushed, "Can't I just share my story without being teased?"

SHMHSHMH

"You're leaving me." She stated with puppy eyes, leaning at his room's door frame.

He was packing his clothes in a bag, "Don't be dramatic, Molly. You can always visit me, I will always come home for holidays. Pen pals?" he laughed.

"Make sure your place is clean for surprise visit then," she stuck her tongue out.

He scoffed, "What a brat."

"What are you taking?" She walk and sat at the edge of the bed, taking a shirt and folded it neatly."I'm pretty sure college don't offer class for piracy."

He grabbed a pillow and hit her with, she squealed when it made contact.

"Sherlock!"

"You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"Nope." She said with a pop.

He groaned and plopped on the bed, his legs dangling on the shorter side of it. She laid on her stomach vertical from him, forming a 'T'. Her arms cushioning her head.

"Stay healthy."

"I will."

SHMHSHMH

There was a knock at his door. It was soft and reluctant.

He didn't answer. The door opened a after a few minutes.

"Don't look at me." He said with a hoarse voice, pulling the blanket over his head.

"You never wrote nor went back home for holidays." she said as she padded across the room to his bed.

"Leave. I don't want to see you."

She stood at the foot of his bed, "I'm going to a medical school, Sher."

When he didn't reply, she continued. "It's a boarding school. It's a bit expensive," she nervously chuckled, "So I don't want to spend unnecessary transportation." She sat near his foot, and observed the not

moving body under the sheet. "Sherlo-"

"When?"

"I'm leaving tonight," she smiled even if he can't see her, "It's a good thing My brought you home today."

"I'm studying chemistry." he offered from under the blanket. She tilted her head, trying to decipher his words.

She clapped and brighten up, "Then our paths may cross again someday!"

"I hope not on your table."

She swatted his legs, "I'm going to slap you if I see you again like this! Don't OD on me young man!" then started giggling that went to a full on laugh.

Sherlock didn't join her but she knew he was smiling.

"I want to keep contact with you actually," she said after she stop laughing, "but you don't want me to see you like this," she said with a pain in her voice, "And it hurts me to see you like this too." She sighed heavily, "So if you're ready to quit that hobby of yours..." she said with venom, "permanently... Contact My and look for me."

SHMHSHMH

"What will mummy say, Sherlock?" Mycroft was sitting in the stool next to Sherlock's bed.

"I don't care." His voice was weak, he was found unconscious in an alley in the middle of the day.

Mycroft sighed, he hated seeing his little brother like this. "How many times will you disturb the nice sergeant? He'd been rescuing you in different drug dens."

Sherlock was acting up, he hated the hospital. The cleanliness of the place taunts him, mocks how weak he is.

"It seems the sergeant will be promoted at the end of this week." Mycroft continued watching his brother, "He wants you to tag along in some cases if you want too." He saw how he perked up. "In one condition, be clean." His face instantly morphed to a scowl.

There is hope, Mycroft thought. "It's hitting two birds with one stone. Ah, three birds if you want to." He smirked when his brother looked confused. He waited for him to throw the towel.

"What exactly am I hitting?"

"You stop using poison," He counted off, "Sgt. Lestrade will give you cases." He paused letting him get more curious. "And if you're ready, you'll meet her."

SHMHSHMH

"Where will he be taken?" Sherlock asked Lestrade as the paramedics lift the body.

"Royal London Hospital. I'll give you a lift." He said while examining the crime scene one last time.

"No. Barts is closer. Tell them to bring it there."

"What?" the DI asked. "Is it closer or you just pissed off the medical crew there?" he teased the young consulting detective.

"Both." he admitted, "there's a new pathologist in Barts and I heard she's good."

"She?" Lestrade smirked, "You just want to check her out." he elbowed the other man.

He scoffed, "I don't do those."

"Sure you don't. Ten quid you'll be dating the new doctor in a month?" He wiggled his eyebrows then walked to the paramedics and ordered them to take the man to St. Barts. They hopped in Lestrade's car following the Ambulance, "Just this time, Sherlock. It's nearer."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes on the driving man, "Your bet, if I don't date her in a week, or a month, you'll keep bringing the bodies there."

The DI was just kidding when he said that, he fully well know that Sherlock was not the kind of man to gamble, except when proving a point. Maybe the new girl really is good. He contemplated for a while, it won't hurt to try, if she turns out stupid Sherlock would be the first to throw tantrum anyway. "Deal."

"Deal." He replied.

A/N2: This is the last chapter. I'm sorry it's short.

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