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Chapter 6
Molly looked down at the shining diamond sitting on her left hand. It was gorgeous, but big and audacious: not really something she would have chosen for herself. Hopefully today she would finally be able to leave work early enough to go and get it resized. She really couldn't risk it falling off her finger all the time. Thomas had spent so much money on the ring, and she couldn't imagine how awful she would feel if it got lost.
It was such a strange feeling, being engaged. It certainly meant that she was being noticed a lot more. People from all parts of the hospital were coming to congratulate her, and she didn't quite know what to do with all the attention.
Luckily, she wasn't the biggest source of gossip- not by a long shot. This was because her engagement had coincided with the week that Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, had come back from the dead. And that wasn't really a spotlight that two people could share.
Not that Molly much minded. It was a spotlight that he could have. Although, looking back, she would've liked to not have been overshadowed in at least one area. She had meant to call her best friend Mary right away, of course, so that she and John could be the first to know her news. However, before she could even pick up the phone, it rang. Mary had called, completely out of breath, saying that Sherlock Holmes was back from the dead and in their flat and John had punched him in the face. In light of these events, Molly had decided to wait until the next day to break her news.
She was a little upset about Sherlock. They had become so close, and she had thought that he would have at least told her before he waltzed straight into Baker Street and into his old life. Didn't their friendship mean a bit more than that? She had hoped so, but with Sherlock Holmes you never really knew.
Molly had barely seen him since his coming back. It had been three weeks now, and the man had only been down to see her once in the morgue. And that had been because of a case.
She shook her head. She must have been crazy to think that she meant something to Sherlock. All that talk about how she counted… if she counted, why didn't she seem to anymore?
It was different now… She knew that. Especially now that she was engaged to Thomas. And she was over Sherlock, so he couldn't manipulate her anymore to get what he wanted. Well- basically over him. Can you really ever be over someone that you have loved for so long? She was trying to be.
She truly loved Thomas. He was sweet, kind, gentle, reliable. He was everything that Sherlock was not and that she deserved. And she was going to marry him. Everything was going to be great.
She decided not to think these kind of thoughts anymore. It was hurting her brain to try and understand the enigma that was Sherlock Holmes. It would be better to just forget about him and focus on the autopsy she was performing. There was something strange about the mark on the back of the petite brunette, and Molly leaned over to see it better...
Sherlock burst through the doors of the morgue, followed by John. "Ah, Molly" he smiled. "Do you remember those extra livers in the freezer? Well, I need a favor…"
Molly sighed. Guess it wouldn't hurt if she went one more night without getting her ring resized.