Molly returned to the Morgue with her head spinning. She was torn between being excited over her new job and sad at the thought of leaving everyone she had come to love behind.
As if on cue, she felt the eyes of one of the those people on her as soon as she entered the cold, grey room. Looking up confirmed it be the world's only Consulting Detective, the ever-beautiful Sherlock Holmes.
"Ah Molly, I-"
He froze.
Molly knew he sensed a change in her mood and was analysing the cause of it.
A look of realisation fell on his features and she could have sworn he almost flashed a smile before returning to his usual stony gaze.
"I believe congratulations are in order Molly. You've just received good news and judging by the fact you have just come from the direction of your boss's office, I'd say you've been offered a promotion, and yet…" his eyes narrowed on her, "you look conflicted, was the offer not to your liking?"
"Oh no, it was very much to my liking, so much so that I accepted" Molly looked up at him, "it's just that… the job is…"
"The job is what?"
"It's not… at Barts" she finished quietly, waiting for his response.
"I see," he paused, "well, that is of mild inconvenience as I have become familiar with the route to and from here and 221B but I suppose it would not take long to become accustomed to another hospital. I presume it is not too far away?"
"Well, actually-"
She was cut off by the entrance of John and he smiled upon seeing her.
"Molly," he nodded in her direction before stopping next to his friend who was now staring at him irritably.
"What? What have I done?" The doctor looked between the detective and the pathologist.
"You interrupted Molly telling me about her new job," Sherlock sighed.
"New job? Congratulations Molly! Are you leaving Barts?"
"Thank you John. Ah, well, yes, the job is in… erm," she coughed, "Bristol."
The pair stared at her silently.
John quickly recovered and smiled at her. "Bristol, wow! Have you accepted?"
Sherlock still hadn't moved.
"I… erm… yes, I have."
Something flashed in Sherlock's eyes before he turned on his heels and swept out of the room.
"Sherlock!" John shouted after him. "Sorry Molly, he probably just remembered something. I'd better go, congratulations again."
"Thanks John" Molly uttered, perplexed by Sherlock's quick exit.
And with that, the doctor was gone as well.
John caught Sherlock getting into a taxi and jumped in just in time.
"Sherlock, what was that?"
"What was what?" he drawled, already bored with the tedious conversation.
"You running off like that when Molly was speaking to us, we've discussed this, it's rude."
"I'm not a child John!" he snapped.
"Well then stop acting like one!" John retorted.
Sherlock ignored his friend and sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.
John thought back to their conversation with Molly in an attempt to figure out what had annoyed his friend.
Molly announced she had been offered a job in Bristol and had accepted. Molly was leaving…
John turned to look at Sherlock, now staring out of the other window with a frown on his face.
"Stop thinking so hard John, you'll tire yourself out."
"Are you upset that Molly is leaving?"
"No, of course not!" He replied far too quickly and loudly to convince even himself.
John smirked and looked away.
We'll see about that, he thought, as a plan formed in his mind.