A/N Thank you for all the new followers and Favorites!
A-D-E-E-E-R - Thank you for the reviews! Means the world to me and motivates me to write more. Molly will be a bit of help in this chapter. And Sherlock will be making his grand appearance next chapter. (Collective sigh of relief?)

A week had passed since the accident, and her parents' death. Rachel was in no physical danger any more so she was transferred to St Bartholomew's just twenty minutes away from St. Mary's. She preferred the change. St. Mary's was nothing but despair and heartache for her. Her new room was smaller, and the window offered a less appealing view, but she had no interest in the outside world anymore.

Several people from the American embassy had visited her in the past week, ensuring her comfort. They had brought over the luggage from her hotel and had her parent's luggage sent back home. She was grateful that she did not have to go back and look at the clothes of her parents. She was not ready to handle the memories of the last time they wore them. The embassy had also set her travel date back home for next week. They were arranging the transport of her parents for tomorrow. She would have to miss the funeral, but she had already said her goodbyes. She had to be the one to call her aunt and uncle back home, letting them know about the accident. From that point, her aunt had taken it upon herself to oversee letting the rest of the family know and planning the funeral. Her boyfriend had sent a beautiful bouquet of roses, which were placed on the small windowsill.

She had met a wonderful pathologist who had been taking care of her parents. Her name was Molly Hooper. Once Rachel was allowed physical activity, she would find herself visiting Molly often in the morgue. She found a form of odd comfort in knowing that her parents were still close.

When they had initially met, Molly had come up to her room for a quick visit to keep her up to date on the arrangements with her parents. Molly had entered the room, introduced herself and without hesitation, offered a hug. It was the first hug that Rachel had received since her father had passed. The comfort of another human had sent her over the edge and she sobbed into Molly's shoulder. From that point on they had been fast friends. Every day since, Molly had taken her lunch in Rachel's room, often treating her to food different from the usual patient offerings.

Rachel had met Molly down in the lab for lunch today. Apparently Molly had found a new diet, and had brought them both salads with tuna on top and strawberry smoothies. Rachel happy accepted the lunch and they both sat at the counter to eat. Molly moved some of the lab equipment, set out silverware and napkins and placed the food in front of Rachel. Being left handed, Rachel had a hard time adjusting to using her right hand while her left was in the sling. Molly had made sure to bring foods that would be easier to eat and did not require cutting.

The conversation started as all their others had, Molly would tell her about her latest projects, and they would discuss music, television and clothes. Molly was not as inclined to fashion as Rachel, but since spending time together, she had picked up on some of Rachel's style. She had started styling her hair in the morning, rather than leaving it in a slack ponytail.

"So, before my dad died, he told me that I was adopted." Rachel knew no other way to bring up the subject. It was still so fresh to her that she herself had not fully adjusted to the new reality. "He told me that my mom had come to the U.S. from the U.K. but he had no idea who she was, much less who my biological father was."

Molly sat, unmoving, her fork still mid-air with a piece of lettuce on it. Unsure of what to say, she simply replied "oh, really?" and quickly shoveled the lettuce into her mouth.

"My mother had died under suspicious circumstances not long after I was adopted." Rachel looked down at her salad, no longer feeling hungry. "I don't know why I even brought this up. It's not like it can do me any good. The only real parents that I ever had are dead anyway."

"Oh, sweetie" Molly rose from her chair, quickly wiping her mouth and placing the napkin back down while walking around the table to embrace her friend. "I know that his has not been easy at all for you. I can't even imagine how you're feeling. So much for you to process inside a week." She released Rachel, considering all her options. "It's a long shot, but why not let me run your DNA? Perhaps your biological parents' DNA was documented. It wouldn't be much, but it could give us a name. Perhaps your biological father is still alive?" She watched Rachel, she had hoped that this may be of some comfort to her.

"I think I might like that." Rachel was sincere in the reply. "I need more answers, and since my parents are no longer here, I have to get them from somewhere."

"Right you are. Lets get started." Molly moved quickly across the lab. She grabbed a long cotton swab that was enclosed in a tube. "Alright, open your mouth please." Rachel obliged, and Molly removed the swab. She put the tip inside Rachel's cheek, and rubbed it vigorously, turning it several times. Placing it back in the tube, she closed the end.

"How long does it take?" Rachel was curious, she hoped that it wouldn't be more than a week, otherwise she wouldn't be here for the result.

"Generally, about 24 hours, but I will try and rush it through for you." Molly smiled, she was quite pleased with herself. She was able to bring some distraction to her friend.

The ladies finished their lunch, and Rachel went back to her room. She found herself curiously excited for the results of the test. Perhaps her biological father would be able to tell her where she came from, and more about himself. She had hope of answers finally. The rest of the evening was spent on her laptop, messaging Jason. He had been devastated to learn of the accident, and of the passing of her parents. She had not yet told him about the adoption, and didn't plan on it until she had some more information. He offered to fly out to bring her home, but she declined. Their relationship had been uneasy for quite some time now, and she was considering ending things with him. He was a good man, but for some reason she felt that he was not right for her. She preferred to be alone, and often passed her time working on her photography or reading. He was more active, wanting to spend every night out or traveling.

She had been in touch with the receptionist at her photography studio back home. She let her know to cancel all appointments for next month as well. She reassured her that she would still be getting paid. Her business was doing well enough that she had some money saved away in case of an emergency.

She must have drifted to sleep with her laptop, at midnight the nurse came in and moved it, took her vitals, gave her medication and left her to go back to sleep. Rachel slept well that night. She felt some relief knowing that there was a chance that she would be getting more answers tomorrow.