"You must be our new head pathologist," Doctor Lockwood greeted.

"Yes, that's me. Hi, I'm Molly. Molly Hooper," she replied.

"Nice to meet you Doctor Hooper," he smiled.

"Freak's here," Sally Donovan warned. "You the new pathologist?" Molly nodded. "Good luck."

"W—what does she mean?" Molly asked.

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective; he helps the NSY solve crimes too tricky for them to handle. He's a prodigy but he's the most arrogant arse anyone has ever met," Doctor Lockwood explained. "Not to mention the strange experiments he requires the lab for."

"Oh, I'm sure he's not that bad. I'm sure he has a good heart," Molly spoke softly.

"Whatever you want to believe, kid," he replied before walking away. Molly clenched her fists in frustration. She hated when people treated her like a child just because of her petite stature and gender. Looking at the corpse on the slab, she grabbed the things she needed to perform her first official autopsy at Bart's Hospital.

"Don't," a rich baritone voice commanded. Molly nearly dropped her scalpel. She turned around to face the consulting detective. He looked so…distinguished. The onyx curls and crystalline blue eyes with hints of sea green almost knocked the breath right out of her.

"H-hello. You must be Mr. Holmes," Molly stuttered.

"Just Sherlock, please, Miss Hooper," he replied.

"You know who I am?" she asked, as she was surprised by this development.

"Of course I do. I need to know who I'm working with before I come in, otherwise I'd have to deal with incessant incompetence," Sherlock explained. "I've read some of your work and I must say I'm impressed. Your intelligence is clearly shown in your writings. That is not to be taken lightly. It is not a mere compliment, it is a fact."

"Um, well, thank you," Molly told him. "You wanted to see the body before I started?"

"Yes," he simply responded. She watched as he moved and studied the cadaver before him. "Stop gawking, it distracts me."

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Go ahead," he motioned to her tools after his examination.

"You're not going to tell me anything?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p.' "How else am I to know you're competent enough to work with me if I give you the answers now?"

"Well, I do see the logic in that," Molly laughed nervously.

"Do I make you anxious?" he questioned, noting the uneasiness in her demeanor.

"Just a bit," she admitted sheepishly. "Are you always this"—she searched for the right word—"intense?"

"Yep," he answered cheekily, flashing a smirk that just about made her heart beat out of her chest. Molly felt her cheeks heat up and she kept berating herself for acting so mousy.

Sherlock looked on as Doctor Hooper performed her autopsy. When she appeared to be finished, he spoke up.

"The verdict, Doctor Hooper?" he inquired.

"Well, it appears to have been set up to look like a suicide," she calmly explained, gesturing towards the cut up wrists. "But the problem here is that there was barely any blood, meaning the victim was dead before the lacerations appeared. I did notice a trace of poison, possibly mixed in with their drink. It's usually unnoticeable."

"I believe we'll be a perfect match, Doctor Hooper," Sherlock grinned. "It's about time someone competent took over the morgue." Molly felt pride surge through her. He wasn't so bad; a bit eccentric, yes, but not as horrible as everyone said he was. The other plus being he didn't treat her like a child, but an equal.

"I'll be coming in the lab tomorrow," he informed her. "Text me when you're present."

"But I don't have your num—" Molly began before he tossed her phone to her. "How did you—"

"Pickpocketed you, put in my number, you're welcome," he told her. "Don't forget, Doctor Hooper, I'm counting on you to be there."

"You can call me Molly," she said with a bit more confidence. He had stopped in the doorway and turned back around to look at her.

"Until tomorrow, Molly Hooper," he offered a small smile before giving her a wink and walking out the door, his Belstaff coat flying behind him.

"Tomorrow," Molly muttered to herself. She wanted to learn more about the mysterious detective. It was a thrilling prospect of her new job; one she didn't anticipate but welcomed with open arms.

Author's Note: this prompt was chosen by strangelock221b on tumblr (dreamin on here). I hope it lived up to your expectations lol!