HEY! It's nice to see people reading this. If it is not obvious I am not from England or even close so please help on my terminology. Please R&R!
Sherlock walked rapidly through the corridors leading to the the morgue. He needed some samples from Molly and she wasn't answering her phone. He knew she was mad at him but he didn't care. He needed Molly for one thing and one thing only. He couldn't have feel anything more than a sense of duty towards her. He wouldn't.
Or could he?
What the hell was that? He needed to gain control of his emotions. All of his emotions. Moriarty's body was never found. Either someone stole his body or he was... No Sherlock would not go there. Moriarty could not be alive. Sherlock had seen Moriarty put a bullet through his own brain. Sherlock watched as Moriarty died. He couldn't be alive.
Or could he?
God he needed to stop doing that. He entered the morgue. No Molly. A fresh cadaver was laid out on a slab. His heart rate increased as he got closer. The cadaver was a female with her dress torn open. Something was carved into her back. His breath caught as he saw the letters. I.O.U. Sherlock's mind began to race. He needed to calm down. He looked at the cadaver and stopped breathing. The measurements. The cadaver was Molly Hooper.
He couldn't breathe and his mind palace wasn't helping any. He let a silent tear fall. The only tear that was worthy of the death of Molly Hooper. He walked over to the left side of Molly's body and reached for her hand. A small slip of paper was tucked in her palm. As he went to grab it her hand closed around the paper. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly not moving an inch.
Sherlock stared down at the strong woman. He reached down to grab her carefully, under her knees and behind her neck. He ran up four flights of stairs to the ER. "Help me! Someone please help me!" A blonde nurse ran over. Her name tag read Mary M. She looked horrified as she identified the body. "Oh my God! Is that Molly? Shit, what happened?" Mary called over more nurses and they took her into another room. This was the last room they were gonna let him enter. He reached down to give Molly's hand a squeeze, and a small piece of paper fell into his hand. He crumpled it up and watched as they wheeled Molly into the OR. He returned to the waiting room and sat down. He stretched out his legs and folded his hands under his chin as if he were praying. Soon enough an hour and a half went by when he felt a paper cut on his finger. He looked at the paper he had mindlessly folded and unfolded. He stretched it out and read the three words written on it,
I Love You.