{The Blog of Doctor Molly Hooper- February 14, 2009

So I had yet another uneventful Valentine's Day. Well…not completely uneventful. I still worked today, and Sherlock came into Bart's for a case. I admit, the second he walks in, my heart always flutters, and it seems that I lose all ability to even speak straight. He came in with baggies of human hair and different sharp-edged objects. Told me that he needed to experiment on the way that different types of hair fibers break. Hell if I know the exact situation why he needed to test the durability of hair strands and what they look like when hair was cut by different types of objects. I suppose that could be a bit interesting though. Honestly, it's fascinating to watch him work, no matter what crazy experiment he has thought up. I especially enjoy when he uses the microscope. The way his long and nimble fingers gently turn the knob and replace the slides. It's strangely…sexual. I probably shouldn't say that, but he's just so gorgeous it's hard not to see him that way, even if his personality is the exact opposite of his appearances. I suppose all and all that Valentine's Day wasn't so bad then. I'm sure that sounds super pathetic to most people in wedded bliss or domestic loving relationships. After all, what's a measly four hours of just watching your secret crush, compared to the entire works that most get from their partners on this day of love? Not much. But alas, that's my reality. I had the autopsy of another young woman today. It was difficult to concentrate because she looked like my friend Meena. Her captor had killed her with blunt force trauma to the skull…just horrible. Not exactly a great way to spend Valentine's Day.

Obviously, instead of autopsies, flowers, chocolate, champagne, jewelry, candles, and romantic dinners sound absolutely blissful to me. I'm a pretty basic person in that respect. Though, I do realize that it's not in the cards for me, at least not this year. Since going through all the painful times that I've been through, I've started living my life with the notion that everything happens for a reason. However painful, however dark, however difficult. As they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Most of the time anyway.

Oh! I almost forgot to tell you all! Since I don't have a love in my life in the shape of a man, I treated myself to something that I have always wanted but could not afford until now. I got a little kitten! He is SO cute! He's a ten-week-old grey striped tabby cat, and I named him Tobias. Toby for short. Guys, he is so small, he fits in my hands. He is just the most adorable little ball of fluff I have ever seen! I gifted myself a kitten, and it's frankly better than any fancy jewelry or candles. Toby is perfect because he's all mine. 3 His eyes are a beautiful blue green too, which kind of remind me of Sherlock.

P.S- Clearly, I got myself some discounted chocolates too. Duh.

xx Molly }

Molly smiles to herself and pops another chocolate into her mouth as Toby mews cutely and curls up in her lap as Molly strokes his fur. She flips the channel to one of her favorite romantic comedy's and tries to concentrate, even though her mind drifts every so often to thoughts of the mysterious Sherlock Holmes.

{The Digital Journal of Sherlock Holmes – February 14, 2009

I had one of the most intriguing and exhilarating cases today. In order to figure out who the kidnapper/murderer was of the woman who was killed, I had to determine who had tried to stop her from leaving by grabbing her hair. It wasn't just cut though, it was pulled. Ripped. Though it did not get ripped from her head at the follicle, it got ripped in the middle of the strands, which is odd. It means that the man was not able to simply grab her hair with his hands, but he stopped her by catching her hair on something like a doorjamb or with another heavy object against a wall. It did turn out to be a doorjamb. He had trapped her hair in it, and she had ripped the hair while trying to get loose but failed, so he had tried to knock her out so she would stop struggling but ended up killing her with the force of the blow to her head. Luckily, he is now rotting in a prison cell or listening to incessant questioning from New Scotland Yard. I believe Molly had performed her autopsy today. Well, between staring at me and probably sulking at the fact that she didn't have a date for tonight. I abhor this supposed "holiday". It's not a real holiday. It is a fantastical made-up day by florists, chocolatiers, and card-makers to enhance their profits between real, larger holidays. Despiteful. Plus, seeing all the unnecessary PDA makes me want to vomit. Nobody needs to see that. Nobody!

Feelings are absolutely useless. They fog up the brain of ordinary people so much so that they never focus on things that really matter. On details and facts that could be needed in the future. It's best to store away emotions. They no absolutely nothing productive for humans but fuck up everyday situations. The reason the world is a mess is due to emotions running high. If everyone would just think and stop getting their damn feelings "hurt", the world would be such a better and smoother running place to be.

Unfortunately, I need to cater to people's emotions the majority of the time to get work done. People are so easily manipulated, it's ridiculous. Lestrade, for example, is easy to convince into things because I know he works best on coffee and talk of his children. It helps when you know what other's expectations of you are. Another reason why emotions aren't necessary. When you constantly show that you don't care deeply, there are no expectations placed upon you to have to live up to. Let me tell you, it's absolutely freeing.

I don't think I will have much trouble staying on Molly's good side, seeing as how she feels about me. It's unspoken but written all over her body language and the way she stutters when I'm around. I must admit, I thought about putting a single rose on her desk this morning on my way to the lab, though I thought better of it. I was nearly manipulated by the florist but luckily, I'm smarter than the average bloke. Plus, watching her try to figure out who it was all day would have been irritating and distracting.

Even more so than all that, but she would have definitely taken it the wrong way if I had and she somehow figured out that it was me. Would have just complicated everything in our little arrangement that is working so far. Not about to rock that boat, especially when it regards my access to the morgue and the lab. I could already sense her insane sense of self-consciousness and sadness at her loneliness, and I do not need to be adding and hopeful fuel to that inane fire.

~SH }

Sherlock sighs and closes his laptop, running a hand through his curly hair and heading out to his front landing for a smoke. Once finished he returns inside of his dreary flat and heads to the kitchen, smirking as he opens the box of a half-dozen heart-shaped and crème-filled pastries from Speedy's that he had picked up on his way home. Suddenly feeling starving, he puts three on a paper plate and settles cross-legged onto his sofa, checking his emails on his mobile as he hungrily consumes them.