Molly's head snapped up as she dropped the scalpel onto the table.
"What was that?" she asked quietly.
"Simply an observation. Your decision to be a dithering dupe denotes a desire to have others dictate your life for you. You wish to be taken advantage of, whether it is by murderous maniacs or by the more mundane elements of society, and you are uniquely talented so as to make your wish come true," Sherlock sneered.
Molly smiled a small, timid, shy smile at Sherlock and nodded.
"Oh of course, Sherlock," Molly spoke gently. "How stupid and insipid of me to not realize that it's my own fault that deranged killers decide to stalk St. Bart's as well as police stations and Baker Street. After all, you know that I go looking for trouble all the time. And I'm really so sorry that you don't have any excellent cases to work on," Molly snapped sarcastically, her tone having become more and more irate with every word that she spoke.
"After all, every body in here by rights belongs to you and should be as gruesome and gory as possible. But of course, any time that's not the case it's my fault, now isn't it? And while you go mad with boredom, I'm struggling to keep up with the work that has been pouring in. But of course, none of this could possibly interest you since it doesn't involve a psychopath." Doctor Hooper's face was a violent shade of red in her anger, her entire body shaking as she glared at Sherlock.
"You are being – "
"You know, Sherlock," Molly raised her voice, interrupting Sherlock for the first time in their acquaintance. She took a step towards the consulting detective, the scalpel gleaming red in the fluorescent lights, fresh blood dripping off the blade as she pointed it in his direction. "I don't think you've ever really focused before on how difficult my job is. Let's talk about that, shall we, hmm? Let's talk about the hours first.
"If I am lucky, I work fourteen hours a day. However, I am the pathologist that is on-call. Do you know what that means? That means that on top of my regular work schedule I can be called in at any moment on any day on any occasion to come into the lab and conduct an autopsy on whatever bodies NSY finds. And then there's you who knows no boundaries when it comes to work protocol! You parade in here whenever the fancy strikes you, take up my lab space and my equipment, leave it dirty and sometimes in pieces for your bloody experiments! And you do it all. The. Bloody. TIME! You've dragged me here at one in the morning on my vacation days, Sherlock!
"But every day's a vacation day for the great Sherlock Holmes, oh how could I possibly forget that? You who were born with a silver spoon shoved down your throat. You who have never had to keep an actual job for a single day in your life, and don't you dare interrupt and tell me that your 'consulting detective' job is a continuous one. You go when you feel like it, you have a rating system that is absolute rubbish and you know it! You couldn't keep a real job down if your life depended on it, you freakishly overgrown baby!"
As Molly had explained (screamed) all of this to Sherlock she had stalked closer and closer, the fires of hell sparking out of her sweet brown eyes. Sherlock had (wisely) moved back at her approach, offering her a wide berth of space, but unfortunately finding himself having no place to run to when his back inevitably met the wall.
"Now Molly…"
"Don't you 'now Molly' me! I'm not finished! You want to know what else there is besides the ridiculous hours and the damaged lab equipment? There's the research, my research, which you continuously interrupt and contaminate with your pointless experiments like needing to prove that mucus can kill a woman if heated to precisely so and such degrees! I am a respected doctor, Sherlock, and I have published work. Not that you would ever understand that, doing your ridiculous little experiments then acting as if you're the best bloody thing to happen to humanity! You're a selfish prick who only researches what he feels like when it suits him, who only helps the helpless twats of Scotland Yard when you deem it not beneath your so-called standards!
"You don't care about others unless it benefits you. You certainly don't respect others! You use us, the 'ordinary' people and you think we don't know it, you think I don't know that I'm just a way for you to get body parts and a laboratory. Well I do know, and I've helped you regardless, even when it almost cost me my job! A job that I happen to love when you're not lurking around making it a living nightmare! I love my job, and I'm good at it! I do my best to help everyone as best as I can and I do it with a smile even when they're idiots. Like YOU are! That's right, Sherlock, you're an idiot! Sherlock Holmes, you are an egomaniac and an idiot!" Molly shrieked, finally stopping to catch her breath.
"Molly –"
"And you know what? I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"