THE DOCTOR IN THE MORGUE

PART TWO

I haven't written much of anything in the past week. I've been thoroughly exhausted, but I kind of wanted to get back to this and write a little more. Might be all the amusing Bones posts I've been directed too lately via Tumblr I don't know but I'm going to a convention tomorrow so I thought I'd try to post something before I'm off away from things for the weekend. Anyways, I hope you like it. I know there were some who wanted me to continue it :)

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Molly was everything and more, Bones realized when she steadily continued to aid him as he maneuvered himself down off the table (slab) and passed him a glass of water to drink. He hadn't realized it at first but his throat was awfully dry. He eyed the pair that was standing close enough to warrant uneasiness of some kind. They were different than anyone he had come to see in all the different areas of the galaxies that he had explored thus far.

They were normal for one. Except the curly haired bean pole who called himself a consulting detective. He seemed to have a distaste for other men hanging around his partner. They hadn't exactly had to say it verbally, the way he hung close to the pathologist gave him more of an idea than any kind of lie they could have came up with. Sherlock Holmes had a think for the doctor, and Bones felt that he didn't want to tussle anymore feathers if it was not necessary.

"Thanks for not sticking me in a freezer, Doctor Hooper. I fear I might have actually been one of those corpses by the time you found me again."

Molly smiled. "No problem. It's been a slow day, so you were one of the only bodies I had. It was fun for what it was worth." Bones bit back a smile as he leaned down to speak quietly with Molly much to the stiff form behind her. "If you weren't already spoken for..." He started but chuckled when the door swung open and another woman donning scrubs and an assortment of rubber-bands down her wrist skipped over to them, "Oh! You have a live one."

Molly pulled back and turned to the woman who was beaming at the live one as she termed the other doctor in the room. "It's been different..." The petite woman with the auburn hair muttered.

"Yes, we get that now. I think he should be getting off, we're officially late for dinner."

Molly rolled her eyes at Sherlock and reached out for his arm pulling him down a meter so that he was looking at her. "You didn't really want to go anyways."

"I have no idea what you're referring to Molly. It's always a delight to be around my best friend and his wife."

"Mhm." She hummed before turning back to the other two people in the room. Her friend from pediatrics, Dev was having a grand old time with her patient. She was a dyed brunette with square frames sitting on her cheeks. She was one of the sweetest person Molly had come to know over the years. There was something said about someone who didn't mind the morgue, and her humor. He seemed to be taking her with a grain of salt by the look on his face. Something about Leonard McCoy made Doctor Molly Hooper think that he often had that scowl on his face, but at least he was keeping it at a level that didn't scream "I hate you". He was anything but courteous.

"Dev, stop pestering the man. He has to get back to his ship."

"Ship? Like a boat."

Bones smiled shortly, "In a certain light I'm sure you could see it as one."

Such secrets, they were something of a specialty when it came to others in the room. Sherlock shifted his gaze from Molly's.

"What he means is that if you saw it you wouldn't believe it was real. You often don't believe such things, but for the moment Dev, how about you humor us all and escort Mr. Doctor Who Wasn't Actually Dead up to the roof, I need Molly to join me somewhere. It's highly important."

"Dinner can wait." Molly told him but didn't budge too much when Dev began to guide Bones along towards the door. She did manage to coax Sherlock into following after the pair and back to the roof where most would say there was a long history their among friends (and enemies). Molly and Sherlock had been up here a few times since that however.

"The roof?"

"Yes, that's where I'll be picked up. I'm ready to get back there if only to wring that Russian's neck for tinkering again."

"Russian? So you really are foreign?" Dev kept up with Bones who much to her delight wasn't shaking her off. He seemed to almost find her endearing if a bit inquisitive about him and what he was all about.

"Dev writes on the side when she isn't taking care of children in the Peds." Molly told him as they waited for the lift to take them up to the highest floor. They would have to take two flights of stairs after that.

"Sorry, force of habit to make inquiries. I can say thought that it hasn't gotten me into too much trouble. I know when to get out before that happens."

Sherlock opened his mouth to correct her, there had been one time when there was a sudden flurry of motion and Bones had reached out for Dev when she looked like she was about to fall. They had made it too the roof and it would be horrible on his psyche if he had to witness another fall off a very high point on the earth.

Chekov chimed in, "Three seconds, Mister Bones."

"Kid, wait." He tried to say. He wasn't supposed to transport when there was someone standing so close.

"Dammit." Bones muttered when he felt the slight change in his position moving from the rooftop.

Molly looked at Sherlock.

"We have to get her back."

"How do you suppose we do that, we don't even know where they are?"

"They couldn't have just disappeared." Molly insisted as she stalked off back into the building. Sherlock sighed, he was really hungry now.

Back on the Enterprise...

Bones quickly moved out the way, trying to give the woman room to move once they had been transferred back to the ship. He stood near her, waiting for her to do something. Anything at all except stand there with her wide brown eyes and her mouth left agape.

One of the less human members of the fleet passed by after a few minutes, going about her day as usual on the ship and then Dev finally seemed to click everything into place. "Oh god. What...you're a fucking alien aren't you?"

There was a brief pause and then she took a step forward, something that Bones would have probably not advised if it wasn't for the fact that she seemed to be already out of it. He understood, strange place, strange organism walking past when you're already freaking out because you just left a rooftop on earth. It was all perfectly feasible and then she collapsed mid step.

Bones let out a sigh as he situated her as carefully as he could away from the transport devise before moving over to the com that was against the panel near the doors and made a call into a person he knew would have words about this, but really what was he supposed to do with a human woman who was unconscious?

"Jim, we have a situation."