You talk too much for me to figure out my inspiration
"Here he is," Molly led Sherlock and John to the opened body in the morgue. "I didn't have time to finish up the autopsy before you guys came."
"How did he die?" John asked, knowing he won't hear Sherlock ask this question. He was too proud to admit he couldn't acknowledge the cause of death when he couldn't see it.
"Oh, he was stabbed right here," Molly said and gently touched the lungs and stretched them carefully, so that a whole in them was seen better. "It was a long knife, like a sword. The wound is not very wide, so I'm thinking he was stabbed with a katana sword. I don't know how may people in London have it, but I think it would narrow down the suspects a bit. My dad owned one, you know? It's a beautiful piece. I still have it, if you'd like to ..."
"Thank you, Molly, that would be enough," Sherlock harshly cut off her rambling. Though he found her voice very entertaining to listen to, he had to stop her if he wanted to get inspired with an idea.
"Right, sorry," Molly mumbled and bit her lip. There was a complete silence for some time. Sherlock gladly deduced and thought about the case in peace and quiet, but soon he was otherwise occupied.
Molly seemed different today. She wore her hair down, he gladly noted, but she kept a few strands away from her face with some pins. The eyes, the ones that matched her hair so perfectly, looked, however, sadder than when they walked in.
He needed a moment to figure out what could cause the change of her mood, and when he did, he almost kicked himself right there.
Why did he always say all the wrong things?
"Alright, I have about five ideas so far," he said, looking back to the body, pretending he's been thinking about the case the whole time. He looked up at Molly again and this time she looked back at him, only to make his stomach tingle in a strange way.
"I would very much appreciate if we could borrow your father's katana. We need it to test my first three ideas."
Molly's eyes brightened and that almost made him smile. His try on showing her he listened to her the whole time worked perfectly.
"Of course," she nodded keenly.
"Great. Bring it to Baker street in half an hour," Sherlock said and swiftly turned to leave without saying a proper goodbye, like always.
"Don't you have your own katana sword?" John asked him as they were heading out and the question made Molly blush.
No, she harshly thought to herself. Sherlock wouldn't ask me to come by and borrow him something he already has.
Would he?
