OMG i have not been on here for AGES. Be warned i am writing this at 00:30 so it may not make much sense but i wanted to upload again :) Enjoy and check out my other stuff :D
Sherlock and John swung out of the taxi and into the hospital, Sherlock fiddling with the dart between his long fingers. They were on a mission to find Molly Hooper and crack the case of the bloody dart and nothing got in their way as they strode down the corridors to find the correct lab where she was sure to be working.
"Any theories so far?" John asked his friend as they burst through countless doors, their shoes making a tap that echoed around the walls of the hospital.
"Hmm" Sherlock replied, with a clearly baffled expression. He clearly did not want to admit that this case was confusing even to him.
John nodded, understanding Sherlock perfectly even if it was not the impression sherlock was intending to give off. He was used to the way things worked with the consulting detective now and, although others at the police department couldnt begin to understand, John was generally fine with his concept even if it did get on his nerves more often than it should.
Bursting through the final set of double doors and into the familiar lab, Sherlock advanced towards his beloved microscope and proceeded to take apart the dart which he'd looked after on the way over. Molly was in the next room and spied them through the glass. Hastily, she dropped the bloody looking object she was holding into a tray and made her way to the door connecting the two labs.
By the time she had come in, sherlock has already spread the blood across two microscope disks, leave spare in the dart just in case something bad happened, which was unfortunately all too common for the pair.
"Check this blood for chemical infection or any type of disease, results must come to me immediately." He ordered without so much as a hello to his trusted lab assistant. John, feeling responsible for sherlocks impolite behaviour and gave Molly an awkward smile as she took hold of the disk Sherlock was holding out, his eyes glued to the scientific equipment.
"A new case?" Molly said meekly, turning the disk in the light.
A moment of silenced past as Sherlock turned knobs and wrote equations down on a sheet of paper. Eventually John nodded, telling Molly about how the dart had come through the window and that they thought there was a case in it worth an investigation. Molly nodded understandably and after another awkward smile, walked stiffly back through the door she had come in through.
John sighed at Sherlock, who paid no attention, still scribbling on the paper.
"You couldn't be a bit kinder?" John suggested .He had been thinking about how sherlock barely talked to Molly outside of Imperative and even then you wouldn't exactly call it an in depth conversation.
In true Sherlock fashion, the detective acted as if no one had said a word and rose from his work sweeping up the scruffy paper from the desk. John just sighed and got ready to go out again, turning for the door.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock said quietly, with his back turned to John while he fiddled with another machine. Then he just turned and swooped out of the door with his coat and scarf. John stared at the door in silence as it slowly came to a close before he followed sherlock to where ever he'd decided to take off to this time.
Sherlock was a confusing person to understand, but it didn't take an expert to work out that the case of the bloody dart had baffled him to the point where not one deduction had come to mind. This would be a hard case to solve, but as john chased Sherlock he was sure that together they could manage it.
There we go :) im a little (lot) out of practise with fan fic rn, but i felt in the mood so why not.
i Know its not that long but the time is now 1:28 and my back hurts D:
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