Molly's eyes had widened and she quickly pulled her sleeve back down.
"Nothing, Toby was just angry so he scratched me. It's no big deal, it happens all the time."
"Really?" Sherlock said, only a step away from her, "Toby has never been violent towards you before. Why would he start now? Hmm?"
He started to pull up her sleeve, but was interrupted when Lestrade rushed in, "Twelve victims, same death, all within the same day. Except they were in all different cities and they have never known each other. Take the case?" He asked, holding on to a counter, trying to catch his breath.
Forgetting Molly completely, a grin appeared and he fetched his coat and scarf, "An eight I would say."
Lestrade started to leave the room and Sherlock followed immediately. Once the lab doors were shut, she let out a relieved sigh.
"That was close." She whispered to herself.
She rolled up her sleeves and examined her marks. They were an angry red and she did notice some blood had still been there. She quickly went to the loo and washed away the remaining evidence of what she did that morning. The marks were still alarmingly noticeable, so she had to make sure she didn't roll up her sleeves at all today.
The day continued without any surprise, a few autopsies happened, some died of natural causes, some cancer, but it was the usual for her. It was late when she left St. Bart's, and she thought of hailing a taxi, but she didn't see any around. Molly didn't have the patience to wait tonight. So, she tried to get home as fast her legs could carry her. No one was really on the streets, except for a man she noticed behind her at all times. He was so far behind her, that she wasn't really sure if he was actually following her or not. Finally, she reached her flat, and scurried in and locked the door right behind her.
When she thought she was finally safe, a sharp knock was at the door. Molly, cautiously, looked in her little peep-hole and saw curly, black hair and icy, blue eyes, "Let me in, Molly." Sherlock said, in a flat tone.
She hesitantly opened the door, obviously having no choice in the matter. He stepped in and slammed the door, making Molly jump. "So, why the marks, Molly?" He asked, starting to try to roll up her sleeves.
"Aren't you on a case?" Molly asked, swiftly moving her arm away and trying to walk to her bedroom.
"Solved it," Sherlock said as he walked right behind her and followed her straight into her room. "Now, let me see your arm, Molly." Sherlock said, waiting impatiently.
She crossed her arms, and sat on her bed. "It's seriously just marks from Toby. Why are you so worried?"
Sherlock kneeled in front of her, saying seriously, and almost lovingly, "Because you count."
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