Glad you all approved of the 'purely sex' chapter and thank you for your reviews and follows and favourites.

So for this story I did look up Pathology units in London and there is a large one based at Charing Cross. However, I have no idea where Scotland Yard would send their cases to or why so that element of this fic is completely my own. As for everything else, I own nothing I just wish I did.

Chapter 8

When Molly woke the next day she was blissfully sore and achy. She was also alone in the bed. She could hear Sherlock and John chatting in the front room and she bit her lip contemplating what she should do.

Thankfully Sherlock had at least had the foresight to bring her clothes in, they were folded up at the bottom of the bed but it still looked as if she would have to make 'the walk of shame' past John to get home. She wondered whether Sherlock had given him any kind of warning. Oh well there was only one way to find out.

It was when John stopped talking mid-sentence with his jaw hanging open that she realised he had had no idea that she was there. He quickly glanced between Molly and Sherlock before recovering himself. He cleared his throat before speaking, 'Molly, hi, I..err...didn't know you were here. There's coffee or tea if you'd like some.'

'No, it's fine John, thank you. I have to be at work in just over an hour so I'd best get on.' She turned to Sherlock wondering quite what to say, 'I'll see you later then?'

'I expect so, yes. Goodbye Molly.' He barely even glanced at her.

If they'd been alone Molly would have had something to say about his seemingly cold behaviour but she didn't want to embarrass John, instead she just gathered up her coat and bag and left.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

As the door closed downstairs John turned to Sherlock anger on his face, 'what was that?'

Sherlock looked at him surprised, 'I would have thought that was obvious, Molly stayed over last night...and yes before you ask we did have sex. Now read me that third email again, I think it's the best of a bad bunch, not worth leaving the flat for but might occupy an hour or so.'

John took a deep breath, 'no, I'd figured out she'd stayed the night I meant what was that in terms of the way you spoke to her?'

'I see no problem with what I said...I agreed we would probably see each other later and I said good bye what else should I have done?'

'I don't know, but that...that was cold Sherlock, dismissive. I'm surprised she didn't slap you across the face again. If that was not what you intended you had better fix it.'

Sherlock fisted his hands in his hair growling in frustration, 'God, why are there so many ridiculous rules, how do you manage to keep up with them all, it's madness. Why can't we just say what we need to and move on?'

'Because Sherlock real people have real feelings, feelings that can get hurt. Molly knows what you're like but that will only carry you so far. You need to try to think about how you come across sometimes...in fact not just sometimes, most of the time.'

Sherlock fell into silence. Part of him was still irritated by the need to worry about this kind of thing but a small, nagging part of him was concerned about how Molly might have felt.

In the end it was a phone call from Lestrade that pulled him out of his reverie. John listened in.

'When was the body found? Where is it being taken? No...Bart's is no good now. I need Molly to do the autopsy...I don't care how good Mike Stamford is he isn't the best...Molly's at Charing Cross hospital have the body sent there and I'll meet you up there in just over an hour.'

He hung up already making his way to his bedroom to get dressed. He smiled over his shoulder at John, 'a body John, murdered and dumped in the Thames, the day is looking up.' John just rolled his eyes at the glee in Sherlock's voice, only he could get excited about that.

MHMHMHNHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly had been at work just over an hour. Once again Tania seemed determined to make her life a misery. Equipment was missing from Molly's area, her files seemed to have been mixed up and when she'd been asked about her latest autopsy she took ten minutes finding the notes with her boss sighing behind her back with impatience. The trouble was she had no proof that it was Tania other than seeing her smirking and laughing as she was trying to find her things.

She was busy working on her first body of the day when she heard Tania talking to one of the admin assistants, 'Oh my God who is that? He's gorgeous, I'm sure he seems familiar. Do you recognise him?' The assistant shook her head. They were both looking through the windows into the corridor but Molly couldn't quite see from her bay.

The doors to the morgue swung open and Molly heard Tania greeting whoever it was, 'hi, you're new here aren't you? Can I help at all?'

It was when Molly heard a familiar baritone voice that she finally stopped what she was doing and looked up properly.

'I'm looking for Dr Molly Hooper. Can you tell me where she is?'

Tania giggled, 'oh you don't want to speak to her, she's only been here a couple of weeks, I'm sure I can help you, Mr...err?'

There was a pause, Molly could almost picture him looking Tania up and down taking in every detail. Molly almost winced on Tania's behalf but she'd been horrible to Molly from day one so maybe she deserved this.

'Hmm, what have we here? Middle child, desperate for attention. One failed marriage behind you, second in the process of collapsing...oh and given that you cheated on your exams I would deduce that you are not a very good pathologist. Molly Hooper on the other hand is the best pathologist in London so if you don't mind I'll speak to her...if you want to make yourself useful I'll have a coffee, black two sugars and the name is Holmes, Sherlock Holmes... Ah Molly there you are.'

He strode over pulling off his gloves, John smiled apologetically at Tania who looked like she might cry.

'Good, Molly, Graham is coming in shortly with a body. I need the autopsy carrying out straight away, I need you to confirm or otherwise the cause of death and I need anything else you can tell me that will help to identify the victim and where they may have been killed. Body was dumped in the Thames...so unoriginal.'

'OK, why is the body coming here? Scotland Yard tend to always use Bart's. It's closer after all and more geared up to criminal investigations.'

'That's as maybe but you are here and I want you to carry out the autopsy. Talking of which when will you return to Bart's. There really is no reason for you to still be here. Ah...Graham, what took you so long?'

Lestrade walked in shaking his head, 'Greg, for the last time my name is Greg. You're supposed to be a fucking genius so why can you never remember my name. Hi Molly...John. Bodies being brought in now.'

'I'll just go have a word with my manager about treating it as a priority.' Molly walked over to the main office leaving the three men to discuss some of the details of the case. As she was making her way back they all clearly heard Tania laughing to her friend about Molly who was just passing them. 'Now that's embarrassing. She obviously has a thing for that Sherlock Holmes guy but he clearly doesn't like her, why would he, she's so plain.'

Greg looked round scowling, embarrassed and angry on Molly's behalf, Molly blushed a beet red colour but just walked faster to get back to her bay. Sherlock carried on with what he was saying as though he hadn't heard a thing.

'Right, well it's fine for me to carry out the autopsy now. It should take an hour or so, longer if there are tests to be done, I'm assuming you want the full works. Are you staying or shall I call you when I'm finished?'

Sherlock was looking at his phone texting, 'no, I'm going to check out the river, where the body was found. I might be able to calculate where the body was thrown in based on the times and the rate of current. Text me when you have some information. I'll see you later.' With that he caught Molly around the waist and pulled her too him for a scorching kiss. As they separated he carried on, 'John tells me I need to get better at saying goodbye, I hope that was an improvement. Until later then, Gr...' He scrunched up his eyes and then said tentatively 'Greg?'

Lestrade barely heard him, he was just staring open mouthed at Molly who herself was speechless.

Sherlock looked at them both, 'what? What have I done now? John, was that not good?'

John laughed, pulling Sherlock's arm, 'come on you great idiot, and no don't worry that was fine, a bit of a shock no doubt, but it was fine. See you later Molly.' With that they left the room.

Greg looked at Molly, 'so you and Sherlock, how long has that been going on then?'

'Oh, just over a week, still early days. Just getting used to it..him...well, you know what he's like,' she giggled nervously.

'Yeah, I do. Well, good luck Molly, I think you're going to need it. Let me know when you have some results.' With that he left too, leaving Molly with a work colleague who looked like she swallowed a lemon.

For the Cabin Pressure fans among you I don't think the lemon can be in play if she's swallowed it.

As always let me know your thoughts, next chapter will be up Wednesday.