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It was some time before Molly returned to her quite morgue, and she was noticeably flustered when she finally showed her face. Her hair was untidy and her cheeks flushed, the buttons on her shirt were done up wrong and, probably most noticeable, her neck was displaying incriminating and distinctive red marks. She took a deep breath and returned to the body, trying to ignore the look Sidney was giving her.

"Are you alright, Doctor Hooper? You were gone an awfully long time."

Molly nodded her head, clearing her throat and making a point not to lift her head to really look at him.

"Yes…yeah, I'm fine…," the morgue doors swung open and the Molly saw the familiar swish of a coat from the corner of her eye, "perfectly so, in fact."

Sidney nodded, still not entirely convinced. The evening passed by rather slowly; Sidney wondered why Sherlock was still there, even though he seemed to be doing nothing except watching Molly intently, a greedy look in his eyes. It made Sidney quite uneasy, actually. Molly was bustling about the lab, filling in papers and dissecting the body further. It had been when she needed to reach a folder on the highest shelf when Sherlock's attention had been really focused. She had stretched high, standing on a chair, and her lab coat had been pulled up as well, revealing the backs of her long, lovely legs. Sherlock's eyes travelled up and down them, for what probably was the hundredth time, and he marvelled at their length…and he wasn't the only one. Sidney was being even less subtle than the consulting detective. He was blatantly staring, open mouthed and childlike. Sherlock rolled his eyes and secretly delighted in the fact that he was allowed to touch as well as look. Sidney suddenly shuffled over to the body and began searching for something. For what Sherlock was unaware; he was currently…distracted. Molly turned to look at him.

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"No way."

Sherlock replied with a firm smirk, settling back into the bench behind him. At this moment, much to Sherlock's disappointment, she had found what she had been looking for. Molly hopped down from the chair and waltzed over to him, standing close enough to whisper into his ear.

"Shows over. Back to work, Mister."

Sherlock sighed and raised an eyebrow, glancing at her in the way that made her weak.

"Never mind. We can finish it later…only with more contact involved."

Molly smiled and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. Sidney let out a startled gasp, his vision still concentrated on the corpse. Molly rolled her eyes at Sherlock before checking to see the mess he had no doubt caused.

"What?"

"Look, Doctor Hooper."

Molly peered at the body to where Sidney was pointing and couldn't see anything. She shot him an irritated glance before he started frantically pointing again. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"There, you have to lean right over. Here."

He took her arms and, standing directly behind her, leant her forwards to get a better look at the body. Sherlock frowned, his knuckles whitening from the bench he was unaware he was gripping. He's pushing his luck…

"Ok, thanks. You can let go now."

Molly wriggled free and Sidney, with no other choice, let go and took a few steps back. A few more than was necessary. Molly peered deep inside the body, a little crease appeared in her forehead. She was standing on her tiptoes and Sidney was making no effort to hide the fact he was attempting to look up her skirt. Sherlock wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to resist the temptation of hitting this bastard.

"Doctor Smith, is it? I assume there is work you should be completing?"

Sidney gave Sherlock a look that seemed to say 'You're not my boss', complete with a cheeky smirk. The look he received in return…well, if looks could kill…

"It's ok, I can assist Doctor Hooper in any way I can…"

Sherlock was going to say something, anything to wipe the smug smile that was creeping onto that git's face. But instead, Sherlock spun around and huffed in silence.

"Or, in any way she likes."

It had been a quiet whisper but the detective had heard it nonetheless. Molly was too absorbed in her work to have heard his little jibe. Sherlock jumped to his feet and rounded on the pathetic student who really had nothing on him. So, why was he affecting Sherlock in such a way?

"Sherlock? Are you alright?"

He was glaring at the innocent looking Sidney, who had his arms folded across his chest, hiding the smile of triumph. Sherlock straightened his coat down and gave a small smile in Molly's direction.

"Yes." He paused suddenly, as Molly gave him a worried look before shrugging and returning to her work. "Actually, Doctor Smith, may I have a word?"

Sidney looked shocked and nodded, the smile had returned. He gestured out into the hall and Sherlock followed him and waited until the doors had shut again. He took a deep breath. I must not lose my temper, he looks quite fragile. Sidney looked at the taller man with an interested expression.

"It seems your…interests in Doctor Hooper lie beyond the field of medicine."

It was a statement and one that Sidney didn't even bother denying. He nodded clearly.

"Yes, it's true. She's rather fine, is she not?"

Sherlock thought it best not to reply and instead settled for approaching the subject at hand.

"Leave her alone. She does not require your unnecessary attentions."

Sidney actually laughed and dropped his folded arms by his sides. His eyes flashed dangerously and he stepped forwards. He was much shorter than Sherlock and looked very weak. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. It seems I have touched a nerve.

"Don't worry, Mr. Holmes. There is nothing to worry about. I am waiting for you to screw this up. A little birdie told me it's just a sexual thing anyway. It will not last and when it is finished…I will be there to pick up where you left off. Starting in her bedroom…"

Sherlock, losing all self-restraint, grabbed Sidney by the scruff of his neck and hoisted him off of the floor. Sidney's eyes widened in shock, his hands jumping to his neck as he stared into the furious eyes of the consulting detective.

"I have got news for you 'mate'. Molly likes men not boys who cannot control their perverted thoughts. She is more important to me than anyone I know and I will not lose her. It may be just sex but every time is new, exciting and pure ecstasy. I have never experienced anything like this. Molly keeps me coming back for more…she tortures me from the inside out. She is inside my head and I cannot seem to get rid of her…I do not want to get rid of her. Yes, I probably will screw this up because she is too good for me and may realise it at any moment. I will take every opportunity to prove to her how much I appreciate her…"

"Things change…she will want more…I can give it to her…"

Sherlock's fingers tightened their grip and Sidney wriggled in pain, gasping for air. Sherlock slammed him against the wall and lowered his voice sinisterly.

"You see, that is where you are wrong. You will never be that person. I have ruined men for Molly Hooper."

Sidney was amazed when he was suddenly released. He collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. The detective looked horrified at what had just spilled from his mouth. His innermost thoughts had just been revealed. I need some air. He turned around and began to walk down the corridor. He heard a quiet chuckle and glanced over to see Sidney smirking, clutching his throat.

"That's…pretty…egotistical…don't you think?"

Sherlock shook his head; it was his turn to smirk now.

"No, it's the truth. Well, it is screamed at me every single time I am with Molly."

Sidney frowned, rubbing his neck. With one last smirk, Sherlock swished his coat around and turned to leave. Sidney wasn't giving up, however.

"Just you wait, Mr. Holmes. One mistake and…I'm as good as in."

Sherlock silently fumed as he hurried out of the hospital. I need to think. I cannot believe I am even suggesting this, but I think I need to ask for John's advice. I must be going mad…

That Sidney…he's a bit of a dick, isn't he? Lol. Thanks so much for reading again, and let me know what you thought, always interested in anything you've got to say ;p xx back real soon guys, stay tuned xx