*** I do not own any of these characters. At least Molly was able to vent out a bit of her frustration but will she pay the price for it? Sherlock's up to his old scheme and railroads the poor pathologist. Your feedback has been so amazing :) Reviews are always much appreciated. ***
10
I was eating breakfast at the kitchen table, when Sherlock came in the front door holding a large box.
I raised an eyebrow but continued to eat, deciding that asking him any questions would prove too exhausting.
"I'll need to come with you to Bart's today," he said walking into the kitchen.
"No," I answered quickly, refusing to even look up to him.
"I have a lead, and I'll need access to two of the bodies on your list for today," he said, ignoring my flat out refusal.
I put my dish in the sink and went to finish getting ready. Sherlock followed me through the living room but I closed the door to my bedroom. For a second, I contemplated climbing out the fire escape but remembered that there's about a ten foot drop at the bottom. I guess no fire escape then, I thought glumly. Quickly, I took a shower and got dressed. When I walked back into the living room, I screamed. There was a tall blonde man with an equally blonde mustache standing by my bookshelf.
"Molly! Stop screaming! It's me!" came the voice of Sherlock coming from a man who certainly did not look like Sherlock.
Wordlessly, I grabbed my purse and left my apartment.
As I hailed a cab, Sherlock came to stand next to me.
"You're not coming," I said, as a cab pulled up.
He opened the door for me and then slid in after I stepped into the cab.
"They aren't going to even let you in," I added staring out the window.
"I've got it covered," he answered in a strange voice. I turned to face him as he held out a 's badge to me with the name Joseph Yezhov M.D. printed on it.
"I'm not going to ask you where you got that and I'm definitely not going to let you come into the morgue with me and that's final."
An hour later, I stood beside Sherlock as he examined the second of the two bodies that he had requested to see.
"There must be a connection. They both have the strangest bruises but what are they from? There has to be some clue that these two were murdered by the same person for the same reason," he said, with an air of exasperation in his voice.
"Sherlock, you have to leave now. I let you examine them. Now get going," I said trying to sound assertive as I walked towards the door and held it open for him.
He walked out into the hallway and turned back to look at me.
"If you find anything else, text me," he said before turning to leave.
"Yeah sure, why don't I just package them up and ship them to you," I said arcastically.
"Molly!" he yelled, a smile on his face.
"You're a amazing," he said grabbing my face and planting a kiss on my lips. He pulled away and a strange look flashed across his face before the turned and bolted out of the hospital.
"Molly?" came a voice from behind me.
"Oh, hi Joaquin," I said, feeling the heat in my face.
"Who was that?"
"Sher- Joseph Yezhov. My… intern." I said fighting back a giggle from calling the great Sherlock Holmes my intern.
Joaquin raised an eyebrow.
"My overly affectionate intern," I added.
"Well since he's just an intern, I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to grab dinner tonight after work," he said, turning a slight shade of pink.
"Of course!" I chirped happily before having to apologize and rush back into the morgue to get started on my work.
"Sherlock the intern," I said out loud before nearly doubling over in a fit of laughter.