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Chapter Two:

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One of the odd social conventions she had held to, just for appearances, was going to lunch. Sure, she didn't actually eat anything she ever bought, and it may have seemed like a waste of money, but it put people at ease. Molly was all for the easy minds of her coworkers. 'They'll be less suspicious then.' So, she found herself standing in the line in the hospital cafeteria. She looked down, a bit saddened by the options. She so used to enjoy pasta, and were the pork in its raw state, Molly wouldn't have objected to dining on that. However, smothered in the salt and peppered gravy, it now left little to be desired for her altered palette. She gnawed on her lower lip, weighing the options. Something smelled good, but it was neither of the menu items before her.

"What are you thinking? Pork or the pasta?" came a deep voice behind her. Molly turned quickly, realizing the origin of the delicious odor.

"Oh, it's you." She blurted, before internally berating herself.

"I suppose it's never going to trouble Egon Ronay, is it? I'd stick with the pasta. Wouldn't be doing roast pork, not if you're slicing up cadavers." Sherlock replied. Molly let out a soft chuckle, amused at the irony of her situation. She felt the sudden need for small talk, wanting him to stay near.

"What are you having?" She asked, hoping for a pleasant response.

"Don't eat when I'm working, digestion slows me down." He answered stoically. 'Ah, so he's here for work.' she thought, which pleased her immensely.

"So, you're working here tonight?"

"I need to examine some bodies." Sherlock said, getting directly to what he wanted. It frustrated Molly when he was like this, which of course, was usually always.

"Some?" she asked.

"Eddie Van Coon and Brian Lukis." He listed the names off quickly. They sounded familiar to her, and she checked her list of papers needing to be logged away, as well as the list of autopsied she had to perform. They were both listed on that side.

"They're on my list." She answered, wondering what he could need with the two seemingly random strangers. She was about to ask why he needed them, when he asked.

"Could you wheel them out again for me?" Molly nearly melted at that face. His eyes bore into hers, imploring her to grant him access. Molly bit her lip, trying to keep herself strong. 'Don't cave, not this time.'

"Well, their paperwork's already gone through." she said, a bit shakily. Sherlock saw the opportunity to weaken her armor. Sherlock had two styles of manipulation, insults and flattery. Neither were kind, and both ate away at her heart, bit by bit. She was close to cracking under the pressure. She knew it. He knew it. 'Crap.' Molly thought.

"You've changed your hair." He said suddenly, pointing to her plait. Molly knew where this was going, and she hated that she liked it. 'I am a hunter, I shouldn't be so easily pushed over.' her mind told her.

"What?"

"The style. It's usually parted in the middle." Sherlock tilted his head, as if he were actually taking interest. Molly sighed, a bit.

"Yes, well..." She was going to defend her style, when,

"No, it's good. It suits you better this way." Sherlock said, nodding as if he approved. It was a very unexpected reply, as if he were being sincere. Molly mentally could have slapped herself. 'Crap.'

She forewent lunch, excusing that the case seemed fairly urgent. It took an enormous amount of strength on her part to walk calmly down the hall next to that man. He was regal, almost elegant in his stance beside her. His exotic appearance was enough to make her want him. But his scent, oh his scent, that made her ache for him. As they reached the morgue, another man joined them. Molly wheeled out the two bodies, trying to be subtle with her powerful strength as she hoisted the corpses from the cart to the tables. She pulled the zipper on the first bag, when Sherlock's words stopped her.

"We're just interested in the feet." Molly found that truly odd.

"The feet?" She asked incredulously. Sherlock smiled at her, a mixture of sweetness and smug arrogance wiping on his features.

"Yes. Do you mind if we have a look at them?" Molly caught a whiff of him as she turned. She tried to hide her fangs with a nervous smile as they drew themselves out automatically. The urge was strong when she spent so much time near him, and Molly had to use every ounce of self control to not simply use her strength and take him. She tucked her head down as she neared him, and focused her attention to the zipper. She pulled down the bag, revealing Lukis's heels. She turned and went to the next table upon Sherlock's request, or rather, command. She quietly slipped away as Sherlock spoke to the detective he was with.

It had taken her the rest of the day, and one fairly old man's blood later, before her instinct to go after Sherlock subsided. It was after this incident that Molly decided she needed to find something to distract her from the temptation that she had toward the consulting detective.

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