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Chapter 2

Sherlock walked through the morgue doors to see a dear friend of his. Not. Anderson. The idiot who can push him to the part where Sherlock can (would) kill him. Sherlock turned his head the see John talk to a nurse, also a friend of Molly's. He turned to see Anderson lift up the hand of the corpse, pulling off a piece of flesh for testing. Anderson looked up when Sherlock entered the room fully, turning to Anderson, Sherlock pulled a chair out from under the desk, all the while staring at Anderson.

"What do you want, freak?" Anderson sneered.

"I'm waiting for you to give me the cause of death?"

"I don't know. I'm not some-" Anderson ranted, before Sherlock waved him off.

"Yes, but it is so clear to me, is it to you?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow before continues with his statement," But then, your brain is a brick. The cause of death, which is so clear may I say, is posion. To be exact, Botulinum Toxin. She ingested the posion, I would say, last week. Someone who was close to her."

Sherlock finshed his deduction and with that, turned and exit the room begore anderson could say anything in return. Passing by John, he grabbed his arm pulling him without a backwards glance. When they got outside, John pulled his arm from Sherlock, spinning round John face the idoit detective.

"What the HELL! Sherlock! What was that about!" John waved his arms about.

Sherlock pulled his coat around his neck and face, waving down a taxi. Getting inside, Sherlock waved for John to get in. Shuffling to the taxi, John slide himself across the seat, while sherlock told the driver where to go. Pulling off, John turned to face the detective.

"Are you ready to explain what happened back there?"

"That was Molly's friend. Mary Morstan. She like you John." Sherlock stated, making John eyes widen in shook.

"But...but..." John stuttered, looking red.

"John, it is very obvious. I would make your move soon, Anderson likes her as well."

"Sherlock, you can say 'make your move' to me. You like Molly don't you?" Sherlock stiffened at John's accusation.

"That does not concern you." Sherlock sanpped, clearly irritated. John broke into a huge smile. He started laughing, making Sherlock look on in confusion making John laugh harder. Sherlock leaned back waiting for John to calm down.

Five mintues later, John had just finished laughing, only wiping away the tears that are left from laughing so long. Sherlock had anfrown plastered on his face, due to John laughing his head off. John sat straight, turned to Sherlock looking him in the eye.

"Sherlock, it's clear as day. You like or should I say love Molly." John stated.

"Molly is a friend. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh really." John raised an eyebrow,"What was with and Lestrade then? Sherlock you told him you would kill him, though not those exact words though, but you did imply it didn't you?"

"Fine, I have feelings fornthe pathologist. But John, if you tell anyone you might find youself sleeping outside. Got it?" John shook his head, still has the smile planted on his face.

The taxi pulled up to the front of scotland yard, with Sherlock jumping out and walking quickly to the steps. John slowly trail behind, wanting to look over his friend. Sherlock got the desk, asking for Lestrade. The women smiled at him but shook her head.

"Sorry sir, Detective Inspector Lestrade is still not back from lunch yet. You may wait for him in his office though." Sherlock turned without another word and strode off to Lestrade's office. John thank the women walking behind Sherlock. Reaching the office, Sherlock walked in placing himself behind the desk. John took a seat across, both now waiting for the return of the inspector.

SMSMSMSMSMSM

Molly meet Lestrade at a coffe shop down the street from Scotland yard. She really didn't do dates but she need to get of her crush for Sherlock, so she decided to go out with Greg. Turning the corner, Molly saw Greg sitting down with a coffee infront of him. As she strode forward, Greg got up and kissed her soundly on the lips. Pulling back from him, a small smile spread across her lips.

"Hello Molly. You look great. Care to join?" Molly mearly nodded, not trusting her voice. Pulling out a chair, she sat across from Greg. Pulling the meau from him, she pick what she wanted.

"I'll have a tuna salad, with a coffee, black and two sugers." Greg laugh at what she wanted. Molly looked up confused. Greg shook his head and pointed to the couple across. They were suggled up next to each other. Molly smiled, standing up she movec to sat next to Lestrade. She suggled up close putting her head on his shoulder. Everything was perfect. Until, Lestrade pulledmout his phone. Sighing, Lestrade stood up, pulling Molly with him. Taking her with him, he went out the coffe shop and to his car. Molly stumbled making Lestrade catch her. He pulled her close placing a sound kiss on her lips.

"Sergent Dovnovan just called. Sherlock and John are in my office. I need to get back before...well...you know..." Molly shook her head, a small frown forming on her face. "Hey."Putting his finger under her chin, he pulled her head up placing a small, quick kiss on her cheak. "Come to the office. After I get Sherlock out, then we can continue with out date, yes?"

Molly smiled,"Sounds like a plan."Getting in the car, Molly smile about what will happen next when both her a Sherlock meet. A grin flashed on her face. Things are going to get interesting. Very interesting.