"Morning, Sherlock," John said, strolling into the morgue. "Got your text. Another victim of those Strand murders?"
Sherlock nodded and began tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. "Barrister found dead in his home with the same markings on his forearms as the two other bodies, or so Lestrade tells me. I think it safe to say that it relates to our other cases, but I need to see the body to make sure."
As John walked towards Sherlock, something stopped him in his tracks. He breathed in deeply. There was a strange scent in the air, slightly floral and sweet, the very opposite of what one expected to smell in a morgue. He was about to comment on it when he suddenly realized it was coming from Sherlock.
"Are you…I mean do you have…" he began, eyeing Sherlock strangely.
"Hm?" Sherlock muttered distractedly as he watched the door.
John shook his head. "Forget it." The last thing he wanted to discuss with Sherlock at the moment was his experiments with new kinds of soaps or whatever reason it may be.
Luckily, Molly burst through the door saving him from having to explore the topic further.
"Okay you two, you're here for Mr. Sanderson, right?" she asked looking at her clipboard.
Sherlock nodded. "Correct."
"Let's fetch him them, shall we?"
As Molly walked by him to retrieve the body, John noticed the most unusual thing. It was the floral scent, the same one.
Just as he was about to remark on the coincidence, he noticed Sherlock looking at Molly. Differently.
She smiled back at Sherlock, her eyes lingering.
Oh.
Oh.
He studied them both now, closely.
It was clearly obvious. They might have been trying to hide it before but now they were failing.
Mary had made a comment the other night about the two of them, but John had dismissed it. No way, not them.
But here was proof that she'd been correct.
He decided to test it, just to make sure.
"So tell me, Sherlock, why didn't you go to view the body at the crime scene last night when Lestrade called?"
Sherlock's eyes flickered over at him. "I was busy."
"Oh?"
"Something came up," he said quickly.
"Right. Of course."
Sherlock turned back to Molly and John smirked to himself. He'd let them have their secret for now, but if Sherlock thought he could keep coming up with reasonable excuses for why he was now showering at Molly's, he was in for a surprise.