Adrienne went into the morgue before her dear cousin. She claimed that Sherlock would be upset if he didn't get his coffee and that she could go on ahead. Truth be told, Adrienne knew she was just afraid to see what he would deduce out of her. What Molly didn't know is that she could honestly care less about what he said. He could deduce her to his little heart's content, it would just save herself from an awkward introduction. When she slipped into the room, two men were observing microscopes side by side.

She stood by the door, and realized that they hadn't noticed she was in the room. Taking her sweet time, she began to walk slowly closer to them. She noted that Sherlock must be the tall one with the curly black hair. Though, that made her wonder who his colleague was. Then she remembered Molly mentioning him once when talking about the Consulting Detective. Was his name Josh? Or something amongst those lines? Thoughts were whirling around in her head until she finally remembered. His name was John Watson.

Being the nuisance she was, decided to have a bit of fun since Molly was taking so long. She saw a huge book on the counter which read Erickson: Atlas of Endocrine Pathology and she pushed it off with it it landing on the floor with a huge thud.

The men jumped and John fell off his chair while Sherlock glared at the stranger.

Adrienne bit her lip as she tried not to laugh at their expressions.

"This is not a psychiatric hospital. Try a few streets over." He told her sternly and resumed looking into the microscope.

"Oi!" John grunted, "Be a bit nicer. She did come in and we didn't notice her."

Adrienne grinned,"Exactly. Thought I would make a worthwhile appearance. After all, I am going to be seeing a lot of you two."

Sherlock then inquired, "Name?"

She shrugged, "Aren't you Sherlock Holmes? I thought you were going to tell me my life story." She retorted, "Adrienne is my name and I am Molly Hooper's cousin. Molls has told me loads about y'all. I can't wait to see what shenanigans you get into next!"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and she continued, "Well, let's see what you got. What can you deduce about me?"

Sherlock Holmes then started to inspect the young lady before him. Her right hand was slightly shaking, probably means she was writing a lot. He could tell she was either a journalist or an author. Her eyes kept averting in different directions, without her even realizing, which probably meant she was either uncomfortable or just cautious about something. Maybe someone being after her? She wouldn't seem like the type to be in trouble. He could deduce she partied in secondary school, but that seemed to be the only time she ever drank in her life. Definitely to scared to do drugs and or smoke so she definitely has some moral or scared to die young and-

"Sherlock? You realize you aren't speaking out loud, right?"

He turned his head, slightly, looking her right in the eyes. "Adrienne, right? Yes?"

"Yes, thats just happens to be me. I guess since you aren't deducing me as I thought you would, shouldn't you wheel out the body or something? Molly said you had the permission to get it."

He ignored her and continued on with his deduction. Sherlock then noted she had more attractive features then her dear cousin. He could detect the american accent with a slight bit of southernness hinted in it. She was from the south, Mississippi? Yes, yes, definitely Mississippi. He noticed her small stature of being 5'0 and her icy blue eyes with long, curly mousy brown hair. He could deduce she was insecure about her looks and her size, but didn't see anything wrong with any of those things. She seemed like a healthy woman at the age of twenty-four or twenty-six.

Adrienne just gave up on Sherlock and turned to John Watson, he seemed like a guy who could actually seem to communicate. "John? Can you slap some sense into him? He is really annoying me."

John gave her the biggest grin she has ever seen and he slapped Sherlock's back, hard. The young lady smiled and tried not to laugh at the shock that was now present on the great Consulting Detective's face. Where was a fucking camera when you need one? As if someone had read her mind, she heard a camera click behind her.

Turning her head, Adrienne saw a handsome man with gray hair, and a bright smile. "Detective Inspector Lestrade," he said, putting his hand out towards her, "you are?"

"I am Adrienne Hooper, Molly's cousin. Its nice to meet you Detective!"

He continued smiling at her until Sherlock coughed, which immediately made all of their attention go back to him.

"Before Lestrade tries flirting shamelessly, we need to discuss more important matters."

"Sorry it took me so long, Sherlock. Spilt the coffee all over the floor and helped pick it up, since I felt bad about it." Molly butted in as she trudged through the door out of breath.

She looked up and saw Sherlock glaring at the Detective Inspector and a John and Adrienne looking very amused. "So you met Adrienne?" Molly asked, smiling at her cousin.

"Yes, she made quite the debut." John laughed.

"Enough about the new cowgirl in the room and let's talk about how Percy Davis was murdered. I haven't had the pleasure of seeing the body yet because we were waiting on you, Molly."

Adrienne rolled her eyes, "Just because I am from the South does not make me a cowgirl you twit."

Everyone in the room laughed at Sherlock who was now gaping at Adrienne, "Twit?"

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