Sorry for the wait. So here is Chapter ten. Oh my this is my longest and most popular story That makes me so excited your resonce is what keeps me writing. Please read favorite review and follow. If not done already.
Work, that's where Molly was headed. A place of gossip and too many memories.
Dead people were surprisingly good company. They would never tell your secrets and they would never make you feel bad or inadequate or worthless and they never used you.
But unless Molly started killing people she would have to work with living people to be with dead people. And this was her current predicament.
As she entered she saw the looks people were giving her. Someone was a snitch. Probably Mrs. Hudson. The woman was lovely, but she was a terrible gossip. Well at least she didn't have to tell answer that simple question. Now she could focus on the difficult ones.
Molly bypassed most of the people and went directly to the morgue. Now she only had to deal with was Mike Stamford.
"Molly I heard what happened and..." Mike said as he entered the morgue following Molly.
"What do they want to know?" She asked interrupting him.
"I wasn't going to..." He was cut off again.
"I'm going to have to tell them any ways." Molly sighed in response.
"Not if I tell them to leave you alone." He stated almost proudly.
"Mike..." Molly started, but ended by just shaking her head. "Just go." She sighed softly and pulled out the body of Stewart Garrison. Looking at his card he was a construction worker, 56, and unmarried.
Molly stayed in there doing autopsies. No one bothered her thankfully. She had only seen a few people whispering and looking at her through the window. Now it was lunch and she needed to get something.
When she had just decided it was time for her to brave the gossip and get lunch two people she didn't want to see burst in.
"We need the autopsy report for Paul Reynolds." Anderson commanded.
"Just one second." Molly muttered and went to get the report.
"So I heard you and the freak broke up." Sally sneered.
"Yes, but it's none of your business." Molly replied quickly.
"Oh, but it is, because you see if we bothered you when you two were together he wouldn't let you just take it. Now he won't even know." Anderson responded smirking.
"Well good for you now you've got what you want so leave."
"Well Philip got what he wanted. I on the other hand want to know what the freak did." Sally prompted.
Molly shook her head. "I'm not telling you." She stated and started to clean up some tools to keep herself distracted.
Anderson moved so he was standing next to her and placed his hand on her lower back as if to comfort her, but Molly did not feel comforted.
"Please don't touch me." Molly commanded, but was ignored.
"Such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be on her own." He whispered suggestively.
"I suggest you remove your hand immediately." Molly stated hoping her voice didn't waver.
Anderson backed away, but not far. "Is that better?" He asked and raised and eyebrow at her.
"So when will you quit and move away?" Sally asked casually.
"What? I'm not doing either!" Molly replied sharply.
"Oh well we figured you'd want to get as far away as possible. After what he must have done." Anderson smirked.
"How do you know he did something. What if he broke it off with me?" Molly asked.
"Molly he must have made you feel real bad." Sally murmured almost caring.
"I bet he did an experiment on her." Anderson responded smirking
Molly remained silent looking at the two vultures. They looked so happy. They knew they had hit her weakness.
"How hard is it to get-" Greg was cut off when he noticed what was going on. "Out." He ordered Sally and Anderson. Then he walked over to Molly.
"Thank you." Molly murmured and hugged Greg as she let herself shed the tears she didn't want Anderson and Sally to see.
"Anytime Molly." Greg whispered making a mental note to never let Anderson or Donovan near her without supervision and to talk with them.
After a few minutes Molly had calmed down and they released the embrace.
"You okay?" Greg asked softly.
"I'll manage." Molly responded. "I was going to get lunch when they came in."
"Let me get you lunch. Think of it as a sorry."
"You don't need to say sorry. It's not your fault." Molly murmured.
"I should have remembered how Sherlock never wanted me to leave you alone with them. I always assumed he was afraid they would convince you to leave." Greg murmured.
"No. I was freak by association, and in school I got good at sitting and taking it, but Sherlock wouldn't stand it if I did that." Molly explained.
Greg nodded. "I won't either." He responded. He then took Molly's arm and led her to the canteen. They walked in a companionable silence. Greg gave everyone who started whispering a sharp glare that made them go silent immediately.
"I'm fine Greg. Really." Molly sighed as they entered the canteen. "You can go back to work."
"Nope I am taking my lunch break then walking you back to the morgue." Greg stated.
"You don't have to." She protested.
"I want to." Was the response.
"Well I was going to get the soup because it's really good." She suggested and smiled as she started to walk in that direction and Greg smiled as he followed.
"That sounds like a good idea." He said and followed her lead in getting Chicken Noodle Soup.
"Let's sit over here." Molly suggested.
"Sounds great." He responded and moved to the corner seat. He watched her carefully wanting to make sure she's okay.
"What?" Molly asked looking up at him surprised. "You were staring."
"Just what you said before about school. You always seemed so nice. How could anyone be mean to you?" He asked looking at her.
"I was smart and I have a hard time dealing with ignorance. I also am not a very social person. I prefer a book and a dead body to talking to most people. And when I finally trust someone I can become clingy. It made it hard for me to make and keep friends. I went to a small school in a small town. Even though I moved there when I was four I was and would always be an outsider. Bullying was just something that happened to me. I always found it easier to take the abuse than to make a fuss."
"Am I most people?" He asked softly.
"No of course not." Molly responded quickly. "You protect me. You treat me like a human being. You are always there for me."
Greg reached over to hold her hand for a few reassuring seconds. "And you do the same for me."
After that they fell into another companionable silence as they ate. Soon their soup was gone and they were walking back to the lab.
"Alright now I have to go. Will you be okay?" Greg asked softly.
"I'll be fine." Molly murmured softly and started to get to work as Greg left.
The rest of the day was uneventful. A few people came in, but didn't say anything and left her alone. Molly assumed this was Mike's doing and silently thanked him.
She walked home, got into pajamas, made microwave popcorn, and sat down to watch Glee.
Sherlock set off to drop the letter off at Molly's flat. He knew she'd be home and he could be in and out before she even got to the door.
The streets were surprisingly busy, but it was a nice day and it had been raining most of the month so maybe it wasn't so surprising.
Molly's flat wasn't far, and he wanted to gather his thoughts.
Once the letter was done he had showered, changed, and became presentable to the rest of the world.
"Excuse me." He heard someone mutter as he bumped into them, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was getting the letter to Molly.
He entered the building and went up to her flat. He stuck his hand in his pocket and froze. Where was the letter? He had lost the letter.
In the time it took Sherlock to work out the five places he could have lost it Molly was tipped off by her neighbor that he was there.
"I was surprised that you had followed my directions this long." She stated her words like ice.
"I had a letter..." Sherlock replied softly.
Molly put out her hand and when no letter was placed there she retracted it and shut the door in Sherlock's face.
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