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Chapter 3
Sherlock and John were not waiting long when a grumpy detective inspector walked throught he door with a woman trailing behind. Coming in after Lestrade was Molly Hooper, the last person Sherlock wanted to see. Lestrade turned to Molly who sat on the couch in the office, setting her with a stare.
"Molly, I'm sorry for dragging you with me." Lestrade apologied, but Molly mearly shook her hear.
"Don't worry, Greg. I'll wait until you finsh with them then we can get back to our lunch date." Sherlock turned to Lestrade, an eyebrow raised.
"Thanks Mol. So, Sherlock what did you want that you had to pull me away from my date?"
"Well, while you were out, I managed to find out what killed Ms. Richardson. Botulinum Toxin. Administrate 48 hours before her death. More likly from a jealous ex boyfriend. Has you talked to any of her previous boyfriend at that matter?" Sherlock turned, placing Lestrade with a piecing glare. Shuffling under his stare, Lestrade was saved by a knock on the office door. Turning, Lestrade waved for the officer to come in.
"Sir, the toxicology report." Turning, to Molly the officer gave the report. Nodding his head, the officer left the room. Molly opened the report, reading the contents. Looking up, she smiles at Sherlock.
"Your right Sherlock. The poison was in her system for 48 hours before her death."
"Of course I was right. I'm always right." Sherlock stated. Molly's smile disappeared, and was replaced a scowl. She looked atJohn, who was giving Sherlock the death stare. Molly turned back to Sherlock, standing up she walked straight up and into his face,"Sherlock Holmes, I gave you a compliment and you just brushed it off. God, how do you deal with him, John." Turning from Sherlock, Molly walked towards Lestrade, placing a kiss on his lip. With that, she walked to door slamming the door close. The men stood there staring open mouth at the door. John cleared his throat, making the men snap their heads towards him.
"So, Lestrade. Did Ms. Richardson have any ex boyfriends?" Lestrade turn to his desk, picking up a file. Giving it to John the file, he ficked through it while Lestrade glared at Sherlock.
"What was that about?" Lestrade hissed at Sherlock.
"I mearly said I was right all the time, that's all." He replied, unfazed of Lestrade anger. He turned towards him, pacing back and forth.
"Not the point. Sherlock," Lestrade placed his hand on Sherlock's shoulder, stopping him pacing," Sherlock, Molly is your friend. If you keep pushing her away, you could lose her Sherlock. "
Turning to looked at the door Sherlock whispered, "I already did."
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Molly walked out the office, coming face to fcae with Sergent Dovnovan. She smiled, walked past the sergent without a word. Leaving Scotland yard, Molly walked to St. Barts to started her shift. Walking down the road, Molly thought, 'Why does he need to such an asshole.' Sighing, Molly walked down the corridor, turning the corner she nearly smacked into Mary. Backing up, Molly smiled at her friend, who was also stopping herself falling over. Not being able to hold it inany more, Molly started giggling then looking at Mary again she started laughing. Mary looked on at Molly with a smile while she, as well, started laughing. When they both calmed down, Molly was wipping tears from her eyes while Mary was trying to stand up without falling over. Molly looked at Mary, gesture to some seats in the corner of the room. When they both sat down Molly stared at Mary making her uncomfortable.
"Hey Molly. What have you been up to?"
"Oh, had a nice date with Greg. Meet Sherlock and John back at his office, ran into you here and I know you and John had a date." Molly replied innocent, while Mary sat open mouthed.
"How...How what..." Mary sputtered, trying to understand how Molly knew she had been on a date.
"Well, you lips are red, your cheeks are flush and when I saw John he had some chilli sauce on his shirt sleeve." When Molly finished, she looked back at Mary who sat open mouth at her. Getting up she said her goodbye to Mary who was still staring at her.
Entering the lab, she set her purse on her desk while walking next to the stack of paperwork on the right-side, picking up the stack of paper, she places them on the lab desk.
"Better get started." Molly mummbled.
A hour and a half later, Molly just finished the last of the papers when two men walked through the lab. Turning, Molly saw John and Sherlock arguing about somthing on the case. Ignoring then, she turn back to the paperwork, finishing off the last page. Frowning when the pair got louder and closer, Molly turn not happy that Sherlock was close to her. 'Too close' she thought. Getting up from her desk, she cleared her throat gaining the attention of both men.
"Sorry to bother your arguing but some of us have work to finish, so would you be so kind as to leave to finish your arguing or shut the hell up! Ok?" Molly smiled innocently before turning back to her work. Sherlock muttered something under his breath while John shook his head. Placing, herself back in the chair behind her desk while Sherlock was working on the case he had on his hands. 'More like head', Molly though to herself. She turned to John who was on his phone texting. She smiled. Looking at her work she called at John,"How was you date with Mary, John?"
Looking over she saw John's eyes wide as saucers while Sherlock had a small smirk on his face. Molly looked at the clock, standing up she stretch her arms, sighing. "Well, I'm done for the night. See you later, John. Sherlock." Picking up her purse and bag, Molly made her way out of the lab with a small smile tugging on the sides of her lips.
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John sat with eyes wide for the remainder of the visit in the lab. Sherlock finished his work, getting up he tapped John on the shoulder, snapping him out of his little world. Shaking his head he muttered,"How the hell did she know?" Sherlock grab his coat and scarf, leaving John in the lab. Running to catch up with the detective, he walked next to him through the hospital until they both got outside. Waving for a taxi, Sherlock turned to John saying,"Take the next taxi. I need to think." With that, Sherlock was in the taxi and gone down the street before John has even blink. Shaking his head, he waved down the next taxi while muttering,"He is going to be the death of me."
Half way down the street, Sherlock remember when Molly help him fake his death. Her smile, her laugh, her lips. Sherlock groaned, he put his head in his hands. 'This can't be happening. I don't do feelings' Sherlock thought. Next looked out of the window. He made up his mind. Sighing, Sherlock got out of the taxi waiting for John. A few minutes later, John's taxi pulled up. John got out, paid his taxi and Sherlock's before following him up to their flat. Getting in, he sat in his favourite chair, while Sherlock took of his coat and scaf.
"I've made up my mind, John." Sherlock said suddenly, making John blink.
"What do you mean, Sherlock? "
Sighing, Sherlock turned round to face John, "John. I love Molly. I'm just too late."
Getting up from his chair, John placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sherlock, it is never took late."
Sherlock looked up a wicked glare in his eyes, turning he pick his violin, thinking, 'Molly, my Molly. Only mine'. With that he started playing, a plan to win Molly's affections planing in his mind. He smiled to himself. Molly will love him, just as he loves her. Sherlock played and played, all the while he thought of Molly.