It's been a week since Sherlock last slept over but he's come by Bart's almost everyday. The first two days, he just came in and used the lab. She would help him occasionally, and if he wasn't too involved, they would sometimes discuss what type of experiments they would like to do if they actually had reanimated corpses. Although both couldn't decide which experiment would take advantage of the situation most, they both agreed that if the samurai woman from the television program didn't experiment on the corpses soon, she would be wasting an amazing opportunity. The next day he comes in, he asks if he could get a foot from her, and that if possible, two would be ideal. She smiled, looked up at him and jokingly said, "Sure, but I hope you're not planning on using them for dancing, because I only have two left feet!" She couldn't help but to laugh at her own wit, her laughter growing by the fact that Sherlock had no reaction at all.
That was two days ago, and now he's here asking for more parts.
"Any eyeballs Molly. The last set you gave me fell in my tea."
She looks at him, eye brows raised.
"What?", he asks, confused as to why she seems confused.
"Nothing. I guess I'm just surprised that I'm still surprised," she says, confusing him even more.
"Is that supposed to be an answer?"
Shaking her head, she says, "Nevermind. Come on, you can pick what set you want. I have quite a few."
They leave the lab, Sherlock following her to the cold storage. Molly unlocks the door and they both enter. Once inside, Molly switches the lights on and says, "Oddly enough, there's been a several donations this month. Lucky for you, not so lucky for them!" Again she chuckles, amused by her own statement.
Ignoring her, Sherlock's eyes widen, looking very much a child taking their first steps into a toy store. There are several jars of lungs, livers, stomachs, hands, etc. Basically every part of the human body is tucked away in there, in some liquid, contained in some jar.
Not knowing where to look, Sherlock's eyes move rapidly over everything. He wants it all. Sensing this, Molly quickly grabs him by the elbow and directs him over to the eyeballs.
"Here you go. You can have your pick!", she says, in a manner not normally used when one is surrounded by human remains. He doesn't respond right away and when she looks up at him, she sees that he's still distracted by another shelf. The one with the hearts.
She gives him a little shove. "Come on Sherlock. Pick a set."
He looks down at her, "Is it possible for me to have a heart as well?"
She smiles, "No. You asked for eyes and I can give you eyes. If I let you take a heart, you'll want more and end up clearing out the whole place!"
He gives her a half smile and is about to say something when suddenly his eyes shift above her head. "Huh. That's interesting."
"What is?", she asks looking up, following his gaze.
"These." He picks up a jar containing a pair of brown eyes. "The color. They're very similar to yours." He looks at them for a few more seconds, then his eyes shift over to her, looking into her eyes.
He stopped talking and she doesn't know what to say. He hasn't broken eye contact tho, and she's been keeping herself from blinking for so long that her eyes are starting to sting.
Finally he says, "But yours are more interesting."
Molly inhales and Sherlock blinks, breaking eye contact. He smiles at her and says, "Is there really no way for me to take a heart?"
Back in the lab, Sherlock is smiling to himself, carrying two medium size coolers.
"Really, Sherlock. That's it. I can't give you anymore. You'll have to wait until next month."
He nods his head, "Yes, yes. I won't ask for anything until next month."
Just then Molly's phone rings. She looks down and sees that it's Tom. "Sorry I have to take this," she says, then swipes her phone to answer. "Hello?"
Sherlock places the coolers down, walks over to the station he was working at earlier, and begins to put on his coat and scarf.
"No it's okay, I understand… yes… Okay yeah, tomorrow night… I'll talk to you later. Have a good night Tom."
"That was Tom then?", Sherlock asks just as he finishes looping his scarf around his neck.
"Yeah," she says, locking her phone and placing it back into her pocket. She looks up at him, "Just found out he has an early meeting tomorrow so he had to cancel on dinner."
"That's unfortunate."
"It's okay. I'm kind of tired anyway," she says, giving a shrug. "Spending the night in sounds ideal right now."
"That it does," says Sherlock, agreeing whole heartedly.
She smiles at him, "Well, Sherlock, enjoy your specimens. And make sure to not have a brew unless they are all properly contained and stored away."
"Of course."
Bathed, hair slightly damp, and dressed in her pajamas, Molly sits on her couch clicking away at the remote trying to find something interesting to watch. She knows she should get up and order for take out, but she can't seem to bring herself to get up. Oh well, she thinks to herself. Looks like it'll just be toast tonight.. Oh! Maybe I'll boil an egg.
Just then she hears a rattle outside her front door. She looks over and the door suddenly unlocks and pops open. The intruder, however can't get in because Molly, smartly enough, always locks the chain on once she's inside.
"Molly!"
Honestly, who else it would be?
Still too tired, she yells from the couch, "Sherlock, why are you here?"
"I'm hungry! Open the door!"
"I'm tired! Just break in!"
"I refuse to replace your chain lock again and I'd rather not climb through your window! Just let me in!"
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, she gets up, unlocks the chain, and opens the door to see Sherlock standing there holding a take-out bag from her favorite Thai place.
He pushes pass her, holds up the bag and says, "Pad thai and yellow chicken curry."
"How'd you-"
"Please," he says placing the bag on the coffee table and shrugging out of his coat. "You have 4 menus scattered around your flat." He looks over at her fridge and sees one stuck on it. "Make that 5 now."
She walks over and takes a seat on the couch as Sherlock begins to take the food out.
"This is really nice of you Sherlock, but why-"
"Saying thank you for earlier. I know you didn't really want to give me all of that."
"It's okay," she says with a small smile. "We really did get a lot of donations this month and I checked the schedule, and we actually have quite a few more parts coming in soon."
His eyes light up.
"No, Sherlock." Her voice stronger than normal.
His smile drops, but only just.
He grabs a plate and utensils, hands it to her and opens up the containers.
Half an hour later, Molly's coffee table is covered with empty plates and food containers. Sherlock and Molly are sitting on the couch having a passionate discussion as to whether or not it's actually possible for re-animated corpses to become a reality.
"Honestly, Sherlock, you can't dismiss my argument by saying 'because'," she says laughing at him.
He looks at her and starts to chuckle himself. He's about to say something when Molly's front door unlocks and swings opens on it's own again. They both look over.
"Tom! Hi!"
