Sherlock focused his eyes on a small weak spot on a cabinet across the room, while he zoned his sense of touch to the smooth feel of his violin resting under his chin, allowing his index finger to run down each string a certain length before tentatively plucking it, exciting his sense of hearing. Closing his eyes after the tone drifted away, he inhaled deeply and allowed his brain to categorize everything that he just experienced. The crack in the wall indicated a leak in the upstairs apartment that needed to be fixed under his watch. While he checked each string he noted one was getting worn, further proven by his hearing. A bloody note was off, faulty string he cursed, but picked up his bow to perform a horrid rendition of any Heifetz and Jack Benny. Jack Benny was in reality, an exceptional violinist, but performed during a time that needed smiles. His sense of smell noted that Mrs. Hudson had a gentlemen caller for dinner.

After he preformed his daily sense exercise, he decided to focus on why his brother Mycroft was pulling up to his flat. Apparently Mycroft was hesitant because the car was slow to approach, so with a side smirk Sherlock waited in his chair for the invasion to begin. Luckily at the time Sherlock didn't have any friends to add to a threaten column. Both brothers avoided friends or packs, it just made more sense to only trust blood even though that wasn't even in writing. It was very unusual for his brother to approach him willingly, because they both possessed alpha spirits. Any visit between the two was like a show of power that had people cowering in a corner or running away. Sherlock however usually gave up simply because he felt that not to doing so was negligence on his part. Whatever his brother was forcing himself to bring to him must hold some failure, and he might be able to hold over his head later.

The request to visit the morgue of St Barts was unexpected but came with a gift wrapped like a Christmas present that he himself never partook in, but was willing to receive now. Stepping outside the building he glanced to the corner as the ever so vigilant CCTV camera focused on him as he lit a cigarette. Sherlock simply tilted his head to the side of acknowledgment and signaled for a taxi. Whatever Mycroft saw in her while simply observing the cameras, Sherlock had felt first hand. Of course Mycroft sent him to do his leg work but she was unique some how, but as a unmarked it was hard to predict how at the time.. Like humans liked to throw around, only time will tell.

Molly was thrown off by the quick departure but relaxed immediately when she heard the sound of the morgue doors closing. 'Well at least he signaled his leave this time...' She thought but once again felt fear creep into her bones. He knew she didn't hear him come in so he willingly made noise to signal to her he left. He studied her with a confronted look when she had first looked upon him but it slipped to a look of slit confusion, then a look of complete astonishment. He was confused and amazed at her intelligence but the fear she felt now was due to the smirk on his face as he left. Did he know? Would he tell? Molly scrambled to finish her work before confirming her hypothesis, it was ricin poisoning. She wrote her report up and finished her paper work in record time even though she spent every other 30 seconds to glance at the doors but no one came.

Tripping over her own shoes as she made her way outside she felt once again 'the eye'. Molly called it that simply because she felt she was being watched but could never prove it without sounding crazy. Expelling a shuddering breath, she shook her head to clear her mind of paranoid thoughts so she could focus on the way home. She need the distance to walk so she could think but dare not let any paranoia slip in. Disaster was already present so no need to add gasoline anywhere near the fire. He knew her name but she did not know his, nor did she stick around to find out if anyone knew him. Cursing under her breath she noticed the blasted black car that she seemed to see whenever she didn't take the tube home. 'Paranoia Molly girl.. It was a different black car, there are a lot of black fancy cars.. Yep different last week.' He seemed to know already what had killed the gentlemen but was surprised she knew. 'Maybe if he did his research he would know that I'm the youngest pathologist at Barts and didn't get that with connection..' She snorted loudly at the idea of anyone writing a recommendation for her and was embarrassed to gain the interests of a cat near her, but could only sigh at her luck. Molly never knew how she could tell at a glance what any human was marked as, she just knew. Over time her suspicions of a mark was only confirmed when a gossip girl or sometimes a boy spilled the beans. Now she trusted her instincts to tell her what she was dealing with, but the man the had rudely disturbed her haven... She had no warning.. She had retreated within herself because she had no idea what he was. That had never happened before so she didn't know how to conduct herself, but she did know he was a high alpha of something so she needed to let it go. He had what he wanted so let him continue his alpha way of life and she would continue her happy unmarked pathologist way of life.

*** note***

sorry for the short chapter but like I have informed some I am getting my computer fixed so I don't have to write this on my Ipad anymore and chapters can be longer. I just felt I needed to do something in the time being to pull some stuff together with a short chapter. Hope you all enjoy.