Managed to get this typed up faster than I thought I would! This isn't as fluffy as the previous chapter, but I wanted to do my interpretation of Molly and Sherlock meeting. Takes place about two years before series one.

"The death didn't seem suspicious at all," Mike Stamford said. "It could have been easily prevented if the man hadn't ignored the signs that he was having a heart attack. The wife, on the other hand, is sure there is foul play involved. She wanted a full autopsy and every test possible conducted. I thought I'd bring you in as well, see if you could spot any anomalies on the body; anything that might make foul play a possibility."

Sherlock took a long drag from his cigarette, deducing Mike. There was something he wasn't telling him. "If that's the case, then why aren't you showing me the body? Or are we just out here to have a tiresome and utterly pointless conversation?"

"Sherlock!" Lestrade warned.

"It's a fair question. He hasn't led the way inside of Bart's, he met us outside, he doesn't want us to go into the hospital yet, so obviously there is something that Mike isn't telling us. He's withholding information. It's something he either doesn't want to tell me or he's trying to work out how to tell me. Just speak, Mike. What is it that you're so hesitant about?"

Mike rolled his eyes. He was used to Sherlock's deductions by now but there were sometimes when they were more annoying than commonplace. "It was the second one, actually. I was working out how to tell you. We just hired a new pathologist."

Sherlock sighed. "It's about time. That pathologist you had before was completely incompetent and incapable of doing a proper job."

"I heard about that guy leaving. Didn't he transfer all the way to Edinburgh just to get away from Sherlock?" Lestrade said, unable to keep the smirk off his face. Sherlock scowled at him.

"Yes, actually," Mike confirmed, shaking his head. "Our new pathologist was the top of her class, graduated early; she's already published a paper and is working on another one. She's efficient, thorough, organized, she's a very sweet, caring, and nice girl. The bottom line is, Sherlock: we like this girl. So help me, if she decides to transfer or quit because of you, you will be banned from Bart's until you're one of the bodies on the metal slab. Be nice and do not try and deduce her entire life story!"

Sherlock huffed. "I can't help deducing. It's what I do."

"Well then you best hold your tongue, then," Mike warned. Sherlock rolled his eyes and stamped out his cigarette on the ground.

"I promise to try not to scare the pathologist away," Sherlock said grudgingly. "Now if you'd lead the way. Where is this pathologist now?"

"In the lab," said Mike, holding open the door for Sherlock and Lestrade. "I checked on her before you two showed up. She's running some tests now, said she had a few ideas on how the man's death might have been foul play."

"Yes!" Molly cheered upon seeing the results on the computer. The door to the lab opened and Mike Stamford poked his head in.

"Something good?" he asked.

"Yes!" Molly smiled. The smile faltered. "Actually, it really is quite terrible but my hypothesis has just been confirmed. So I'm having some mixed feelings about the results." Mike came closer, next to Molly. Behind him, Lestrade and Sherlock slipped in unnoticed. They stayed back, by the door. Sherlock could deduce enough from this distance anyway. Twenty-eight years of age, reserved, seemingly pleasant enough personality (to those who could stand idle chit chat, which he could not), strong morals, humor may be a little on the dark side when one considered her conflicted feelings over a result that at first gave her great happiness. He would know more once he spoke to her.

"I looked at his regular medication that he took so I know what should show up on the blood test," Molly explained. "The only thing is, none of that showed up here. What did show up were very high levels of different chemicals and ingredients that are found in an entirely different medicine. The medicine in question can actually cause blood clots and is not recommended for people with heart disease or heart problems. The original medication was supposed to treat his heart condition."

"So there was a mix-up with the medicine and that killed him?" Mike asked.

Molly nodded. "Or it may not have been a mix-up. I hope it was a mix-up."

"Either way," Lestrade said, "it looks like I'm going to have to have a talk down at the chemist." Molly looked up in surprise, only now noticing the two other men in the room.

"I wouldn't rule out the wife entirely, Lestrade," Sherlock warned, his eyes not leaving the new pathologist. Molly looked at Mike, confused.

"Doctor Hooper, these are the two men I told you about earlier that were coming in to look at Mr. Brown's body," Mike explained, gesturing for them to come closer. "This is Detective Inspector Lestrade, one of the best men they have at Scotland Yard. And this is Sherlock Holmes. He makes terrible first impressions, so please ignore anything and everything he says."

Molly shook both of their hands. She was nervous, Sherlock could tell, but wanted to make a good impression and make friends in this new city. "Are you with the police, too?" Molly asked. Lestrade snorted loudly.

"Sorry," he apologized, not looking very sorry at all.

"I'm a consulting detective," Sherlock explained. "The police are incompetent and unable to solve cases on their own so they call me in to assist, especially on cases that a child could solve." Lestrade slapped him on the back of the head. Molly seemed amused.

"Anyway, Sherlock has permission from the hospital to use the lab whenever he has a case, but sometimes he needs to look at a body and sometimes he does minor experiments on them. He has to have your permission for that. If he ever bothers you, you can kick him out or call security."

"Or if he's being extremely difficult, I could give you my number," Lestrade offered. "One phone call and I'll be down here with a pair of handcuffs for him."

Molly looked nervously between the three men. "Is this something they do here at Bart's to scare new hires they don't like?"

Lestrade sighed. "Trust me, we all wish Sherlock Holmes was an elaborate prank sometimes." Sherlock scowled, wishing he could hit Lestrade.

"Could we see Mr. Brown's body?" Sherlock asked. Molly opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say. She was still nervous. Sherlock remembered what Mike had said about her earlier: she was a sweet, caring, and nice girl. He knew just what he should say, even though he hated to say it. "Please?" Sherlock added.

"So, that was Sherlock Holmes," Mike said.

"He's rather…interesting," Molly said. "I've never really met a man like him before."

Mike laughed. "You should be thankful for that."

"He actually reminds me a little bit of my dad in an odd way," Molly admitted.

"Well, that's a good thing then. He'd never come out and say it, but Sherlock sees this hospital as his home away from home. You'll see him a lot," Mike warned her. "Good news is: he seems to like your work so hopefully you won't be scared away."

"I have never heard you say please before!" Lestrade said in disbelief as they left the hospital. Sherlock flipped up his coat collar.

"I was told to be nice, so I was nice, no matter how excruciating it was for me," Sherlock growled.

"Oh, sod off!" Lestrade said, giving him a light push.

"Besides, despite her age and lack of experience, Molly Hooper is actually a fairly competent and observant pathologist. Her awkwardness around people in general will be a bit of a problem from time to time, but I can see this arrangement working out just fine."

Lestrade shook his head in disbelief. "It took you six months to learn my surname but you meet that girl once and you don't even get her name wrong."

Sherlock shrugged. "That's because she isn't nearly as big of an idiot as you are. Ow!"

LESTRADE! I love the BBC version of Lestrade. He's awesome. Sherlock's ow at the end was Lestrade hitting him again, obviously. Also, Mike Stamford made an appearance, making sure Bart's keeps this pathologist. I can totally see someone moving across the country just to get away from Sherlock. I didn't want Molly to be in love at first sight at seeing Sherlock like some people interpret her. At this point, she thinks he's interesting, but she's not in love with him. Also, the only times Sherlock insults Molly in the show are when she's embarrassing herself with her social awkwardness (and when he's being completely clueless at Christmas parties). In Reichenbach, when he told her that conversation wasn't really her area, that was more protecting himself than helping her out. Also, Molly is clearly not stupid like some people interpret her. She's far more intelligent than people give her credit for. Also, she doesn't stutter like Porky Pig like people seem to think she does! Molly rant over.

Where's JAWN? He will appear later, when his presence is necessary. And he obviously wasn't around yet at this point.