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Faye first noticed the blinding light, the pounding headache came a few seconds later. She moaned in pain, rolling over to grab her phone. That wasn't her bedside table. She forced her eyes open and looked around. This was John's room. She paled, her stomach churning in panic and she pulled the covers up slightly, sighing loudly in relief when she found herself still dressed in the clothes from the night before. She then did the same to John, just to make sure he was dressed. He was. They hadn't slept together. She slowly climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake the doctor and grabbed her shoes, heading to the door and out into the kitchen where Sherlock was at the table, mixing... something in his little meth-lab set-up. He took one look at her and smirked.
"Did you and John have fun last night?" He asked and she nodded.
"Yes, actually." She replied, wincing at being caught coming from his room, "Thanks."
"There's aspirin on the counter top." He muttered, his mouth pursed as he poured... something into a test tube. Why did he have to be so clever so early on?
"Thanks." She murmured in reply, heading over to find two white tables and a glass of water. She picked the tablets up, swallowing them instantly before taking a swig of the water, "We didn't have sex." She told him, staring at the cupboard.
"I know." He replied simply and she rolled her eyes.
"Of course you do." She looked over at him, smiling slightly as she watched him be clever, "I just wanted you to know."
"I do." He told her, "I had to take you back several times." Her eyes widened as she saw herself stumbling into Sherlock's room, trying to sleep in the spot by the window she had slept in when he'd been drugged.
"Oh god..." She groaned. He smirked, enjoying her discomfort at the memory.
"You kept telling me to be nice to my brother, because he was 'adorable'." He made the quotation marks in the air before shrugging, "I don't see it myself."
"What else did I tell you?" She asked.
"That you have brown eyes. You were very insistent on that." He told her, "And that you wanted to be 'sexy like the sexy lady'." She caught her head in her hands, torn between laughing and crying.
"And who is the sexy lady?" She dared to ask.
"How am I supposed to know?" He replied and she settled on laughing.
"Oh, come here you arse." She hugged him from behind. He tensed, just like his brother, "What would I do without you in my life?"
"Be entirely more mundane." He answered and she nodded as John stepped out of his room, his hair a mess as he looked around, baffled.
"What happened?" He asked them and she let go of Sherlock to sit down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"We slept together." She stated simply, "We made so much noise Mrs Hudson had to go next door to sleep." His eyes widened in horror until he saw her struggling to keep down a laugh and he rolled his eyes.
"Really?" She shook her head.
"We did sleep together, literally. No adult situations or anything." She teased and he nodded, wincing at the motion.
"Where's the aspirin?" He asked Sherlock who shot him a disbelieving look.
"I'm not your pharmacy, John." He retorted, "Find them yourself." John growled and began to search through the cupboards in the kitchen. Faye blinked in surprise, he'd gotten her some but none for John. Sherlock caught her eye and she beamed at him, slightly touched by his behaviour as John grumbled, storming off to the bathroom. Sherlock reached into his pocket and pulled out the packet of aspirin, waving it at her. She snorted and he winked, putting it back and going back to his work.
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Molly Hooper looked in the reflective surface of the light above the examination table, wondering for the third time if she should go put some make-up on. She wasn't a big make-up wearer, but maybe she should... the door opened and it was too late, Sherlock stalked in with his coat flaring behind him and straight up to the table, DI Lestrade following with his hands in his pockets.
"Where is Mr Johnson?" Sherlock asked immediately and Molly nodded, pulling the zip down on the body bag in between the three. She loved it when Sherlock was in 'work' mode. Mr Johnson stared up at them, well, he would have if his eyes hadn't been closed before he'd been bagged.
"Male, 37, 164lbs, gunshot wound to the chest and right thigh." she listed off timidly.
"Yes, thank you Molly for pointing out everything we already know." Sherlock mocked and she blushed in embarrassment as he began to examine the body for himself.
"Sherlock?" A woman with dark brown hair popped her head into the room, but Sherlock didn't flinch, "I've been into three other rooms looking for you."
"I told you where we were going." He snapped in reply as he tilted Mr Johnson's head upwards, "The chocolate bar could of waited." Molly, eyeing the woman in surprise, suddenly noticed the Terry's Chocolate Orange bar the woman held in her hand.
"No it couldn't." She retorted, "You might not eat, but I do." She smiled brightly at Molly, "You must be Molly. I'm Faye, nice to finally meet you." Molly looked confused.
"You know who I am?" Molly asked and Faye nodded, heading to the table.
"I've heard a lot about you. You're really smart, I know that much." She took at look at the man, pulling a face at the body. Molly felt herself smile, Sherlock had been talking about her, "John's always saying how nice you are." Oh, maybe not.
"John wouldn't have stopped to get some chocolate." Lestrade grumbled, still not very happy with the woman who threw his phone out of the window. She, in turn, smiled widely at him.
"Aww, miss him sweetheart?" She teased, turning to Sherlock, "Why did you need to see the body? You know everything about the case?"
"One can never have too much information." He replied slowly before snapping his magnifying glass shut, pushing the man on the side to see the exit wound from the bullet, "For example, this exit wound does not line up with the front entry." She frowned, tilting her head to look at the hole he was showing her.
"Wait, so he was shot from behind as well?" She exclaimed and he nodded, "Bugger hell, what a bad day." Sherlock let the man drop back onto the bag and took off one of his leather gloves, sticking his finger and thumb directly into the entry wound. Lestrade grimaced as he rummaged around, pulling out two bullets. Faye held out her hand for him to drop the metal into. She pushed them around on her palm.
"One's longer than the other." She noticed and he looked at them.
"So, different guns." He suddenly grabbed her arm, pushing her to the middle of the room with some protest. He pointed at her as if aiming a gun, his eye line directly down the barrel.
"If I was shooting from here..." He murmured, "This is not where I'd aim. Size of entry says the gunman was quite close, so if I was going to kill you I would aim for your heart or your head." Faye nodded as the other two watched them.
"So if he wasn't trying to kill the man, who was he trying to kill?" She finished.
"There was another gunman." Sherlock confirmed, "On the other side. Both fire at each other, for some reason Mr Johnson gets in the way. Bullets hit in his chest, no one else drops so the one behind him shoots again. The sudden shock of being shot causing the one in front to mis-aim, hitting the already dead Mr Johnson in the leg." Sherlock turned to Lestrade, "There was no other body, so the gunmen are both still alive, otherwise they would have taken Mr Johnson as well. You're looking for someone with a gunshot wound in the right-hand side." Lestrade nodded, pulling out his new phone and Sherlock turned back to Faye, "How was that?" She shrugged.
"I dunno." She replied, Molly watching the exchange, bewildered at how to two were acting around each other, "Seems a bit too easy." He frowned.
"Easy?" He scoffed, "That was not easy. No one else knew there was two gunmen!" Faye sighed dramatically then nodded.
"Fine." She admitted, "You win. It was pretty impressive." He nodded, looking smug, "I'll let you take my fridge apart."
"Your fridge?" Molly asked her and she turned to Molly.
"I promised that if I was suitably impressed I'd let him take apart my fridge. It's something to do with the Freon inside."
"That sounds really dangerous." Molly replied, looking at Sherlock in concern but the man rolled his eyes.
"How else am I supposed to spend my time? Not all of us can get drunk and sleep with our friends." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I told you, I didn't sleep with John." She snapped before turning to Molly, "He knows that as well." Molly didn't really know what to say. Sherlock was still acting like himself, but then he was teasing this woman. He was never like that with her, it was like the Sherlock version of being totally relaxed.
"No, you just kept trying to sleep with me." She smacked his arm.
"Oh shut up, you arse." She scolded, "Come on, Lestrade might have something else for you to do. Maybe a double homicide."
"We can only hope." Sherlock turned and stalked out, coat flaring again behind him. Faye turned back to Molly.
"It was lovely meeting you, Molly. Are you coming over for Christmas?" Molly nodded after jumping back into reality from her thoughts.
"Oh, yes, for a little bit." Faye grinned and patted her on the arm.
"Brilliant. I shall see you there." She turned and lightly jogged out, "Sherlock! Wait up, will you?!" Molly watched her leave before turning to Mr Johnson, sighing and getting him ready to be put into his own little drawer like the rest of her workload. Maybe she should have worn makeup after all.