Greg Lestrade attempted to keep up with Sherlock's wide strides as they navigated through the halls of St. Barts.

"Sherlock! Slow down!" he protested.

"Don't complain, Detective Inspector… It doesn't suit you," Sherlock said as he continued with his pace. (Perhaps even widened his strides just to annoy his companion).

Greg sighed before jogging some feet to get to the man's side. "Dear God!" he exclaimed. "How the bloody hell does John keep up with you!"

Sherlock came to a abrupt stop to open the door to the morgue. He smirked at Greg as he gestured for him to go in. No witty remark? Interesting… Greg noted.
They both entered the room to find Molly pulling out a fresh body for them to look over. Sherlock walked over to her and kissed her on the head as she unzipped the bag for Greg.

"Afternoon, darling…" he said softly as he rubbed her upper arm and walked to the head of the corpse. He pulled out his phone and began to type. A few seconds later, her phone vibrated and she grabbed it to look at the screen.

Let's keep our good friend in the dark about our relationship status… Call it an exercise to improve his observations. -SH

Molly immediately replied back.

Sounds like fun… xxM

Sherlock gave her a quick wink as he returned his mobile back into his pocket. "So, the victim… Molly, any observations that you think would be of interest?" Sherlock said as he looked down at the body. Lestrade gave them a quick glance before returning back to his own observations as he listened.

Molly glanced through her clipboard to see if she had any notes that she had jotted down before hand that she might have forgotten. "His name is Mr. Jason Filch. He was 52 when he was discovered outside of a pub. There were no gun shot wounds that were accounted for. However, as you can see…" she moved herself in between the slab and her fiancé. Sherlock instinctively placed his hands on her shoulders as she pointed out the wounds that were found on the body. "He has two prominent head wounds, which he could have received as he hit the ground."

"Good… Anything else of importance?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes. I noticed that there was somewhat of a pin-prick wound on his sternum… However, somebody must have had a very sturdy needle because it seems that it went straight through the bone…"

Greg ran a hand over his face. These cases were the ones that really annoyed him. They were easy for Sherlock but he was left in the dark most of the time. However, Sherlock was remaining quick silent at the moment. Almost like… He was thinking.

No. He wasn't thinking. If he were thinking, he would have spit out an answer within seconds and he hadn't barked out any orders or improbable explanations yet. Lestrade watched Molly's movements.

"So, there is a possibility that the victim could have been poisoned. Is that what your saying Molly?" Lestrade asked as he looked up from the body to see Sherlock nuzzling his face into Molly's hair with his arms around her waist. She absentmindedly placed her hands over his that were placed just at her stomach. He rolled his eyes.

"Geez Molly! You've made the man into a sap!"

Sherlock pulled one hand away to pull out his phone once more. He typed with his thumb to the side, glancing over to Greg in the corner of his eye.

Perhaps he will take this as a hint… SH

Molly's phone alerted her of a new message. She removed her hands to respond to him as she pulled away from him and went to the foot of the victim. She pressed send and smirked at Sherlock at the other end.

Sherlock, I'm the only woman you've ever had in your life that you have acted like this with. It's strange to him that you're being all lovey-dovey but couples do this all the time. We're really not being obvious enough for him to deduce that we're engaged… xxM

Sherlock gave her a quick glance over before replying.

Don't be silly Molly… Of course. There are fourteen details that are staring him in the face that could tell him that we are to be wed. SH
Molly rolled her eyes in response. And she started to reply but Sherlock beat her to it with another text.

And you're wearing that beautifully stunning ring… SH
Molly looked up at Sherlock and to find that he was smiling. Molly couldn't help but giggle as she put her phone back into her lab coat. Greg gave them one more look as he finished a note he was taking. "You two… Dear God."

Sherlock's smile disappeared in seconds and was replaced by his usual stoic expression. "Get everything you needed, Lestrade?"

"Did you?"

"Of course…"

Greg nodded in response before he pulled out his phone. Molly began to zip the body back up as Sherlock texted John. "Talk to you two later…" Greg said as he began to walk out of the morgue.

Bye Greg…" Molly told him. Sherlock gave a wave as he remained focused on his phone.

Both of their mobiles sounded in tandem.

Mind if I join into your little game?

They both looked up at each other in complete surprise. Greg was standing just outside of the room with a smirk before he looked back down at his phone.

Congrats by the way… You guys are perfect for each other.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of sight down the hallway. Surely Sherlock didn't think that he was going to keep him in the dark about this. It was too easy… But he had to admit, Sherlock did pretty damn well with the ring.