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Lestrade walked through the corridors, only realising just after Sherlock had disappeared that he had no idea where to look for people who knew Molly. Dale was trailing behind him, neither he nor Greg sure why he was really there. As soon as Moriarty contacted him, if he contacted him, he wouldn't be needed anymore but until that time, he was just tagging along.

"Excuse me." Greg said to a passing man who was wearing a white coat, similar to the one he often saw Molly wearing. The man stopped and smiled at him.

"Yes?"

"Hi. Detective Inspector Lestrade." Greg introduced himself, pulling out his identity card and letting the man look at it. "Do you know Molly Hooper? She works in the Pathology lab. I need to ask some questions about her to people that might know her." Greg asked and the man frowned, the name obviously meaning nothing to him.

"No I don't but if you're looking for the Pathologists, they'll be back down that corridor and on the right next to the stairs." He replied and Lestrade rolled his eyes. Sherlock had sent them the wrong way.

"Thank you." He said before walking back the way they came, Dale jogging to catch up with him. "Of course he sent us the wrong way." Greg muttered to himself as Dale reached him.

"So, why are we asking about this girl?" Dale wondered and Lestrade found himself a little irritated by him at his reference to Molly.

"She's not just some random girl. She's a friend of ours and she's in trouble. We need to find out where she is." He responded, still walking quickly.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Dale asked and Lestrade stopped as they came to the right door, turning to face him before they went in.

"Well Dale, considering the man who has her used your cab to kidnap her, I'm going to say that you have a lot to do with it." He replied and the cab driver looked instantly worried.

"Am I in trouble?" He asked and Greg sighed.

"No, just stick around until your cab shows up and then you can go." Greg answered, realising as he spoke to him that they were wasting time. Dale looked a little more relaxed as Greg turned to the door and knocked on it, opening it after a pause.

The room they walked into looked like a little break room and sat on the chairs that were scattered around it were a few more people in white coats. There was one man and two women who all looked up at Lestrade and Dale as the door opened.

"Hello. I'm Detective Inspector Lestrade and this is erm... This is Dale." He motioned to the driver who gave a little, uncertain nod to them. "I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about Molly Hooper." He continued and two of them looked confused, even a little alarmed that a detective was asking questions about Molly. However, the other woman in the room looked to the floor as if she had suddenly become very interested in her shoes.

"Is she okay? We haven't seen her since this morning when we all found out about... Well, you know. The guy on the telly." The woman asked hurriedly and Lestrade sighed when he realised how everyone was now referring to Moriarty. 'The guy on the telly' made him sound like a celebrity rather than a psychopath.

"I mean, we were all pretty worried about how she'd take it, you know with their history and all." The man added and Greg frowned at him.

"History? What history?" He asked and even Dale seemed a little more interested.

"Well it was a couple of years ago now but that guy, the one on the tel-"

"Moriarty. His name is Moriarty." Lestrade interrupted the woman who shrugged.

"Okay, 'Moriarty -,'" she emphasised the name and Greg was heavily reminded of a teenager who had just been scolded by a parent. "- used to work here, in the IT department." She continued to which the man nodded.

"They went out a couple of times." He said and Lestrade laughed.

"What? Molly went out with Jim Moriarty?" He asked, not believing them.

"Oh yeah, Jim! That was his name." The woman responded and Greg frowned, realising that they were telling the truth. "Obviously no-one knew who he really was at the time but still..." She continued.

"No-one really gets over dating a guy like that." The man finished and Lestrade looked at them in annoyance, finding himself getting quite irritated by them as they seemed to be enjoying this situation far too much. Wanting to ignore them, he flicked his eyes over to the other woman who was still sat on the chair, not looking or responding to any of them and he started to wonder why.

"And how about you? Can you tell me anything about Molly?" Lestrade asked and the woman looked up at him, not answering for a moment.

"Who me?" She asked eventually and Greg smiled.

"Yes, you. Anything to add? You must have worked with Molly too."

"Erm... Not really. We didn't talk much." She replied simply and Greg was getting the feeling that she was keeping something from him but before he could challenge her, he felt his phone vibrate.

'Try and find someone called Olivia Hurst and if you do, get her on her own. She might be hiding something about Moriarty. JW'

Greg read John's text a few times before looking at the woman again, something telling him that she was the woman that they were after but he couldn't scare her, he knew that she'd bail if he did. Instead, Lestrade cleared his throat and looked back at the other two annoying people.

"Can I take your names please? Just for the my report." He asked in the most light-hearted way that he could.

"Henry Turpine and Kayleigh Stott." The woman answered for both of them, not helping Lestrade warm to them any further. They were like some strange double act.

"Okay, and your name please Miss -?" He asked to the woman who sighed, fidgeting with her hands.

"Erm, Olivia. Olivia Hurst." She replied, her leg twitching too and Greg resisted the urge to smile as he wrote down her name. He managed to keep on a poker face as he took out his phone again and typed out a reply to John.

'Got her here. We're in the staff room a few doors down from you. L'

Now he just had to keep her here and get rid of the other two. It was time to get his 'boss' head on again.

"Right, I think I've got what I need from you two so if you could give me, Dale and Olivia a moment please." He said firmly but with a forced smile on his face. The pair looked at each other with a bit of a defeated expression before they got up and walked out slowly as if hoping to catch one more piece of conversation but Lestrade walked over to the door and closed it behind them as soon as he could.

"Right." He said, turning back to Olivia who looked even more uncomfortable now that they were alone. "Are you sure that there is nothing you want to tell me? The others have gone now and Dale is..." He glanced over at the cab driver who was stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Well, he's just Dale. You can tell me Olivia." Greg was trying so hard to make his voice as gentle as he could and it seemed to work for a moment as she dropped her hands and looked at him.

"Look, I'm sorry Detective but there is nothing that I can tell you." She replied and Greg sighed and dropped his head before shrugging at her.

"Alright. I gave you a chance to tell me but I do know that you're hiding something Olivia and the guy who is coming to talk to you now will get it out of you even if you're dragged through the mud." He warned, replaying his words in his head as she frowned at him. "Metaphorically." He had to stop himself from wincing in embarrassment at the thought that he was making him and Sherlock sound like 'good cop, bad cop'.

"I'm not going to say anything to him either. I have nothing to say." She argued and Lestrade raised an eyebrow at her.

"That's the thing, he doesn't need you to say anything." Greg replied with a small smile and before Olivia could retort, the door swung open behind them.

"Ahh, Olivia." Sherlock exclaimed as he walked through the door with John and Mary behind him. As he moved into the room, he stopped to stand beside Dale and frown at him as if he just realised that he was there. "You're still here?" He asked and Dale stammered.

"Well I thought that... Erm... You know."

"Never mind." Sherlock interrupted, turning his attention back to Olivia and Dale fell silent, looking even more out of place than before. Without saying anything else, he pulled out his phone and began to mess with it, probably trying to keep himself occupied. As Lestrade watched him, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"I just told this guy that I'm not saying anything to you. I have nothing to tell you." Olivia said stubbornly to Sherlock, her eyes fixed back on her hands and Sherlock laughed shortly as he walked over to her.

"Well that is a shame considering that it's your name written on Jim Moriarty's autopsy report and considering that he isn't actually dead, I'd say that the worst you're looking at is maybe a prison sentence and the best, losing your job." He walked closer to her as he spoke, pausing afterwards to look at her with the intense eyes that he usually saved for interrogations. "And I don't think that your family would appreciate that, especially your sister considering she looks up to you so much." He added and Olivia stared up at him in surprise.

"How did you -?"

"Now, tell us about him. When did he come to you?" He interrupted her question but she just looked back down and remained silent. Sherlock looked over at Lestrade with eyes that told him to say something to help. Quickly, he thought of something and but on his 'no messing around' voice.

"Now I know that you performed Moriarty's autopsy, If you don't tell us anything Olivia I can arrest you for wasting police time or even liasing with a wanted criminal. It can carry quite a sentence." He warned and looked over at Sherlock for confirmation that that was what he wanted. Sherlock nodded a little as Olivia at back in her chair, running her hand through her hair and suddenly looking dejected.

"Alright, alright." She sighed and looked up at Sherlock. "What do you want to know?" She asked and he placed his hands in his coat pockets as he answered.

"Everything."


So that was a little shorter than some of the other chapters but it was part of a much bigger chapter and I felt like it needed splitting. Please let me know what you think! Can we make 150 reviews next? I'll do a huge dance to the Sherlock theme tune if so... :P