Hi everyone! I hope you're all enjoying my story! I was going to wait a little while longer to post chapter two, but what the heck. I like living on the wild side. I promise you there will be some Sherlolly action soon! I promise! I still don't know if I'm going to write any smutty scenes for your entertainment... But I'll see what happens while I'm writing, I'll possibly have to change the rating. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm having so much fun writing this! Keep the reviews and likes coming! Don't forget t follow! Positive reviews motivate me tons! I still don't know where I'm going with the cannibal thing I'm making it ups as I go. Haha.

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It had been a week of hell at Baker St, for poor Molly Hooper. Living there was a mad house, especially with Sherlock Holmes. She didn't recall him ever being this annoying when he was living in her flat. Sherlock had managed to stay out of her way as much as possible, isolating himself in her spare bedroom and coming out occasionally for meals or to watch telly with her. Now that he was back in his element it was a disaster. Sherlock Holmes was a complete nutter..

Molly now sat on the couch in her nightie, it was late and both John and Sherlock hadn't arrived home, she had become used to it so she wasn't worried, much. The Pathologist heard the familiar jingle of Toby's collar, the cat jumped on the couch beside her and began to force his face between her hand and the couch cushion, a smile tugged the corners of her mouth.

"Are you hungry, kitty?" she cooed.

Toby began purring and nuzzled himself closer to her. Sherlock wouldn't admit it, but he liked her cat, she remembered coming home from work one day and catching him talking to Toby in his bedroom, she could occasionally hear the cat meow in response in which case Sherlock would continue on with his pointless babbling. Molly picked up the cat and made her way to the kitchen, thanks to Mrs. Hudson's help the kitchen had been cleaned up, after about three hours they had managed to scoop up moldy gunk from the fridge and scrub the counters spotless. Molly had also cut back on her hours at Bart's since moving to Bart's, to Sherlock's request which had caused a big argument between the two. Molly was pretty sure it would have led to violence (mostly on her part). Thankfully, John broke up their argument. Molly had finally agreed to cut back, curse her submissive self. Molly Hooper hated missing work. At least Molly was still helping with the case, not that Sherlock liked it very much, but none of the other staff members could tolerate him like she could. So he had no other choice, if he wanted to get things done, she would have to be there.

After feeding Toby and making herself some tea, she heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Sherlock, I told you that would lead us nowhere." she heard John say.

Molly took out two more cups and poured some tea into them, she walked over to the men who were now settled in their seats. Molly noticed how exhausted John looked.

"Long day?" she said as she handed him the cup

"What makes you think that?"

"You look like you want to punch Sherlock in the face."

"I thought that was how I always looked?"

The two laughed, John took a sip of his cuppa before speaking.

"Sherlock, here thought it'd be a brilliant idea to go on a wild goose chase! You know what? For someone who claims to be a genius, you're a complete idiot."

"I thought I had a lead."

Sherlock had hos hands settled in his "thinking position" his hands were lightly placed on his chin with his eyes closed. He open one into a thin slit to look at both John and Molly. Molly extended her hand to offer him some tea; he seemed to hesitate but took the cup anyways.

"How was your day, Mols?" asked John suddenly.

"Rather boring. I have nothing to do here. I'd rather be at work doing something useful, rather than sitting here doing…"

"No." Sherlock interrupted.

"No?" she repeated.

Sherlock took a sip of his tea, before deciding he didn't like it and putting it on the table.

"If it was up to me you wouldn't even be back at Bart's but."

He let out a sigh

"I need my Pathologist."

Molly looked at him and suddenly frowned

"You can't say no to me, Sherlock. I'm not in danger! There hasn't been another body in days! You can't just keep me in the house all day. This is bloody ridiculous!"

She suddenly got up and began walking, she needed to go before she started another argument with this impossible man

"Where are you going?" he said in a bored tone

Molly set her tea cup on the kitchen counter and made an angry noise in the back of her throat

"I'm going to take a shower! Or am I not allowed to do that too?" she shouted

Before he could answer, Molly practically stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Maybe she was being a little over dramatic she wondered. Molly stared at the bathroom door before saying.

"I should probably go apologize for that…"

She put her hand on the knob but stopped should she? Molly didn't even want to be here in the first place! It was all stupid Sherlock's fault she was so frustrated! She was in no way going to apologize for her outburst. Molly let go of the door knob and went to turn the shower on, after waiting for the water to heat up she stripped down and climbed in, she let out a relaxed sigh and let the water relax her muscles, after a few seconds all the tension and anger had disappeared. Molly began washing her hair, there was an assortment of shampoos and conditioners on display and Molly couldn't help but snicker, bless the souls of the people who made Sherlock's hair products, they were certainly doing god's work. After gooping some shampoo in her hand she began to lather on and massaging her scalp, she began humming a little tune forgetting about all her troubles, Molly turned away from the water to rinsed out the leftover shampoo; she opened her eyes and suddenly let out a startled yelp at the figures peering through the shower curtains.

"Sherlock! What the hell!" she yelled.

She grabbed the nearest object, a rubber duckie, really? and tossed it in his direction. Sherlock easily dodged it, Molly grabbed the shower curtains to cover her lady bits

"I'm showering!" she shouted

"Yes, I am aware of that." He replied calmly

"Can't you leave me alone for one second!?"

"There's been another body found, we have to go."

Sherlock handed her a towel which she gratefully took she shut the water off. Molly wrapped the towel around her petite body and stepped out the tub she could see a light blush on Sherlock's pale cheeks, but it could have been due to the steam in the bathroom. Molly let out a huff of air as she walked passed him. Walking down the hall to Sherlock's bedroom she caught John's eye.

"Oh hell! Sherlock! You went in the bathroom! She was showering! I told you to wait until she was out!"

"We need to go now! Murder is more important that personal hygiene!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes, it is. John!"

"You're an idiot."

"Well we need to go now, and she's the only one with access to Bart's at this hour! This is important! And I am not an idiot."

Molly shut the door to the bedroom to hear the rest of the argument, she grabbed her suitcase from it's spot and gathered up some clothes to wear.

It was cold outside, which was bloody brilliant since her hair was still completely wet, John kept shooting her apologetic looks in the cab and then glaring daggers at Sherlock's seconds after. The trio arrived at Bart's and in minutes they were looking at body of the latest victim.

Molly felt sick to her stomach, the body was completely butchered the face chunks of it torn off; it doesn't look like something a human could be capable of doing. Molly swallowed a lump in her throat and with shaky hands began to examine the body.

"S-Skin on the f-face has been cut off. S-Sloppy work, unlike last time… It seems… r-rushed." she managed to say/

She let out a deep breath and looked at up to notice both Sherlock and John staring at her.

"It's ok, if you're scared, Mols." Said John reassuringly

"I'm not scared." She began "I've just… never seen anything like this." she confessed.

It was true in her years of work she had never encountered a murder so brutal, Molly licked her lips nervously and continued on, she lifted the sheets from the rest of the body.

"Dead approximately three hours, signs of sexual assault, looks like she fought back. Same organs missing, clean cuts made throughout, the face must have been a last second thing…."

Molly grabbed a pick and began scraping whatever she could gather from her fingernails, she set them on a petri dish and handed them to Sherlock.

"You can have a look at these while I finish up here."

Without a word Sherlock got up and walked towards the lab.

Molly heard Sherlock shout as she entered the lab, it was late and she was exhausted.

"Thinking. I need to think!" he shouted.

Molly came in with three cups of coffee that she had somehow miraculously managed to not spill. Molly placed one of the cups besides a sleeping John, his head laid on the table as he softly snored. Molly nudged him lightly causing him to twitch awake, he instinctively took the coffee from the table and began to gulp it down

"Thanks." He said tiredly.

Molly nodded and walked up to Sherlock.

"Your coffee." She told him

The man looked down at her and scowled

"I don't want coffee." He blurted out

Molly let out a sigh, she was not in the mood to deal with him tonight.

"You kept bugging me for coffee a few minutes ago!" she told him.

Molly set his cup on the table and took a sip of hers

"I did no such thing." He said irritably.

Molly rubbed the bridge of her nose and let out a yawn

"Sherlock, John and I need sleep. We can't stay up like you can." she whined.

Sherlock placed both his arms on the table and closed his eyes, which caused Molly to frown this was not the right time for him to enter his bloody mind palace.

After a few minutes Molly placed her head on top of a few stacks of papers, it was almost comfortable… or maybe she was just tired

"Molly?" she heard Sherlock say.

The Pathologist opened her eyes and looked over at Sherlock

"Did you look at the sample you provided me with?" he said as if he were talking to a child.

Molly shook her head tiredly

"Too tired." She groaned

"If you look at the samples and tell me what you see, we can go home."

Molly let out a tired groan

"Bloody do it." said John from across the room.

Molly lifted her head up and watched as Sherlock pushed his microscope across to her Molly lazily pulled it towards her and looked through it. Molly suddenly made a face, what was she looking at?

"Exactly." Said Sherlock out loud as if he were reading her mind

"It's a sort of plant…flower? Which is weird since.."

"Since you got it from her finger nails! Oh, this one was smart! She knew if she scratched her attacker he would clean up the evidence so she did the next big thing, she gathered at much evidence as she could in her surroundings…."

Molly looked at him excitedly

"That means she was killed somewhere other than the warehouse they found her in. The warehouse was merely a dumping site. The true location has the contents of whatever plant this ends up being. That could help narrow down the search!"

Sherlock nodded and grinned suddenly

"Oh! I've got you now! John, wake up!" he suddenly barked

John had drifted back to sleep

"Wha? What's wrong!?" he slurred.

Sherlock looked at him as he put his coat and scarf on

"Take Molly home."

"Where are you going?" he said as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, but before John could finish his sentence he was out the door.