Jolliarty
(John, Molly and Jim)
When they got back to the flat there was a note left on the T.V from Jim. It said,
'I've got some bodies for you at the morgue Molly.
Jim x'
Molly sighed, "John, you go to bed, you look a little...uh... pale... I have... something I need to sort out." She took the note off the TV before John could see it and helped him into her bed.
"OK Molly. Thanks." He smiled at her.
Molly forced a smile and left the flat, making sure the door locked behind her. She made her way to the morgue where there were people running round everywhere, panicking about the fact that there were suddenly several hundred old people there, they were doing DNA tests on body parts that had been blown off left right and centre and outside were some worried looking families, waiting for news of their grandparents and parents. Molly pushed past them all and walked into the morgue.
Sherlock was in the morgue. "I guess John was right when he told me Jim had blown up some old peoples' homes."
Molly nodded "Yeah... We let him... I feel kind of bad about that... So many people dead, because of us."
"Yes they're dead but nothing is going to change about that." Sherlock said simply.
Molly nodded sadly. "I'd better get to work..." She mumbled.
"Mmm..." Sherlock said thinking.
"Hi" Jim said.
Sherlock turned around and saw Jim standing there smiling.
Molly ran up to Jim and punched him in the face.
"Oww"
Molly punched him again.
"Molly, stop it." Sherlock pulled Molly away from Jim.
Molly slapped Sherlock.
"Ow"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to. I was angry." Molly muttered to Sherlock.
"Why aren't you sorry to me?" Jim asked.
"Because you deserved it and you're an idiot." Molly said. She ran off to help with the DNA testing.
"She sure told you." Sherlock said to Jim.
"Shut up Sherley."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at Jim.
Jim walked out of the morgue grinning.
Sherlock walked after him. "You're being boring."
"As are you my dear. As are you."
Molly was looking at an old lady's burnt, mangled body. She should be used to this by now, why wasn't she? She'd seen thousands of dead bodies in her time, why would these be any different? Because it was partially her fault, she knew it was and nobody could tell her otherwise, she had said it was fine for Jim to go and kill people, she hadn't tried to stop him and now all these people were lying on slabs and it was her fault. It was all wrong, she thought as a tear fell onto the lady's face. "I'm sorry." She whispered to her as she started doing the necessary tests on her body, "I'm sorry for everything." John would understand her, he had killed people, watched people die. He had to understand. I'll talk to him when I get back, she thought. If he isn't still drunk. She sighed and got back to work.
