oow look at that, another chapter. Not that long but I don't think these chapters will be.
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Sherlock stared at the scar, for the first time a long time he was speechless.
"What is it that you say Sherlock, when you eliminate impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Molly said to Sherlock as she began buttoning up her shirt.
"I presume that is why you and Tom broke off the engagement." Sherlock asked, finally getting out some words.
"One of the reasons." Molly said and looked at Sherlock, for the first time ever Molly saw true fear in Sherlock's eyes. She gave him the best reassuring look she could.
"What do I tell John?" Sherlock asked and for a second lost his balance, almost falling off his chair but managing not to.
"Wait until you know for certain, and I'd like it if you weren't to say anything about me." She said to him and stood up, walking over to the door to invite John back in.
"Everything alright?" He asked with a concerned look.
"Molly's just over reacting as normal, I'm fine." Sherlock sighed and put his head back on the table.
"No you're not, I'm pretty sure you have blood poisoning." Molly lied to Sherlock. "I'm still taking blood tests." She sighed.
"Wouldn't it be better to just go down to the hospital?" John asked, Sherlock lifted his head and glared at John. "Fine, no hospital." He sighed in defeat.
"Its fine John, I really don't mind doing the test." Molly said to John, who still didn't look convinced.
"Don't you have a wife or something?" Sherlock hinted for John to leave. John glared at Sherlock warningly but he still had his head on the table.
"I don't know why I put up with this." John sighed.
"He's right though John, you should go home, after all you do have a new born to look after." Molly said to him and he gave in, turning around and walking out.
"Do the test." Sherlock groaned and held out his arm that he had been resting his head on as a pillow.
"I'll need a cheek sample, Sherlock." Molly said and watched Sherlock's body sink into the chair and table in protest. Molly just took a needle, a cafeter and two test pots and walked over to Sherlock with them. She rubbed a small area of the skin of his arm with an antiseptic swab and put the cafeter into his arm, she put the needle in and began drawing the blood from Sherlock's arm, but when the blood refused to flow Molly spoke up.
"Sherlock you know if you hold your breath your heart won't pump and I can't draw the blood from your arm." She sighed and saw Sherlock's body move as he exhaled. Molly returned her attention to the needle in Sherlock's arm and this time succeeded in drawing the blood. Molly took two puts of blood and then removed the cafeter from Sherlock's arm, his body tensed slightly but didn't protest and as Molly took a ball of cotton and pressed it to Sherlock's arm. Molly sighed and lent all her weight on her left leg.
"Sherlock I'm sure you can sit up." She sighed and Sherlock lifted his head.
"Just take the cheek swab and let me sleep." Sherlock sighed and held his mouth open.
"I'm starting to think you're just hung-over." Molly sighed and took the swab; she rubbed it along the inside of Sherlock mouth and put it in a specimen pot.
"Now can I go to sleep?" Sherlock asked like a five-year-old and throw his head back down into his arms.
"Whatever you want Sherlock." Molly sighed and moved to the other side of the room to run the tests. A few hours later Sherlock was still asleep and Molly had moved on to her work whilst waiting for the tests. Molly looked up when she heard the door open, her co-worker Jeremy walked in.
"Morning Molly." He said as he walked over.
"How are you Jeremy?" Molly asked as he gave Molly a coffee.
"Better than Anna Thomson." He sighed with an air of humour.
"Who?" Molly asked.
"She was found dead in her flat above a kebab shop, she's been there for mouths, the heat of the shop had slowly been well it was pretty much melting her." Jeremy told Molly, who looked rather unimpressed.
"That's disgusting." Molly said to him.
"That's not the worst bit, Anna was melting through the ceiling and onto the Dona Kebab meat, the owners had no idea." He said and Molly's face pretty much turned green.
"I'm never eating a kebab again." She said, her face covered in a horrified expression.
(That is actually a true story just with changed names, don't eat kebabs!)
"No, neither am I, do I want to know?" Jeremy asked and pointed to the sleeping Sherlock on one of the tables.
"Probably not." She sighed.
"Oh well, I just thought I pop over and tell you that the new microscopes are here." He told her and Molly nodded.
"Thanks Jeremy." Molly said. "Have fun with Anna." She laughed as he left the room. Molly looked at the clock that hung on the wall above the door. Time to find out the test results. Molly finished the tests and printed the results, she printed the DNA results onto a plastic sheet along with Sherlock's DNA that the police had on record. She walked over to him and nudged him with her elbow, he moaned and shifted his body, he moved his head and looked up at Molly with sleepy eyes.
"What?" Sherlock asked, his voice low and sleepy, much to his disgust.
"The results Sherlock, sit up." Molly told him and he rolled his eyes.
"You sound like my mother." He sighed and sat himself up on the chair.
"I can't imagine how she coped." Molly sighed and showed Sherlock the results. Sherlock's brows furrowed as he studied the sheets.
"You see how these two peeks differ?" Molly said to Sherlock as she overlapped the two DNA sheets. "The one on the bottom is the DNA that the police have on record and the one on top is your DNA now, see how this peeks much higher than your original Chromosome and that here there is a whole new one?" Sherlock nodded to the information Molly was giving him.
"And this is a copy of a Wolfs DNA." Molly said and over lapped it with Sherlock's 'new' chromosomes. "These peaks and troughs match up almost exactly Sherlock, I'm sorry to say that whatever attacked you last night was in fact a werewolf." Molly informed Sherlock who just looked at the sheets.
"That's not possible; it goes against almost ever scientific rule." Sherlock sighed and his head fell back into his arms.
"There are a lot of thinks that science doesn't affect Sherlock." Molly told him.
"What happen now?"He asked the pathologist.
"Actually Sherlock, there's a lot you have to do." She told the detective who raised his head and gave a questioning look.
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There is going to be a plot thingy in this, it's not just some little romance thing that doesn't have any body, you know like twilight. No this is going to have an actual story line and not just stupid vampires, no vampires.
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