Sherlock assisted John with his shoulder with the help from the pain killers John was prescribed. Sherlock observed John and saw that he was still emotional, however he was trying to keep it all in. The tension around his eyes, the rubbing of his hands and lack of eye contact, gave it away. Sherlock sighed and embraced John in a hug. He normally didn't enjoy giving physical contact, but this was different. This made sense.
They stayed in that position until they heard Mrs Hudson, from downstairs. Sherlock made sure he and John were ready and helped John down the stairs. He was still angry that John had a limp, especially that it was psychosomatic, nevertheless he kept it all together.
Downstairs, they both saw Mrs Hudson with Molly.
"I'll leave you to it." She said to everyone. Sherlock nodded, Molly nodded and smiled, whereas John stood very close to Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at Molly, she was wearing her stripy jacket and her hair was up in her normal pony tail. Sherlock smiled, and then stopped when he realised he was doing it. Molly looked at Sherlock, then John.
"Oh hello my name's Molly, Molly Hooper." Sherlock snapped back and internally cursed himself, he hadn't mentioned Molly or that Molly was coming, to John. However John had a look on his face, a look of realisation. Sherlock eyebrows dug down in his face, but still spoke,
"Molly's going to be helping us to...to get clothes and other necessary things." John nodded and also spoke, ignoring Sherlock and speaking to Molly.
"My-my name's John." They all smiled. Sherlock looked at Molly, worried that she would make things worse by being patronising. However he saw understanding in her eyes. Sherlock was very please, even the most professional of people sometimes pitied individuals, instead of understanding them.
So are you all ready to go?" She asked "I mean if you're not, I-I can wait."
"No it's fine John and I are ready." Sherlock replied and they all walked out of 221B and Baker Street.
Sherlock looked between Molly and John. He wondered whether it was it socially acceptable to speak at this moment in time? Wait! His brain screamed. Since when did he care about that?
"Molly is a pathologist, John." John's face melted into confusion.
"A-a what?"
Molly jumped in at this moment,
"I help with dead bodies...well not help...well help but...I autopsy them. So I look and them and see what their cause of death might have been." She gazed at John's face and couldn't read it. "I know it sounds pretty, well pretty gruesome or disturbing or..."
"It-it sounds interesting." John's voice interrupted her. Molly stopped walking. Nobody had ever said her job was interesting, it sounded like Sherlock would say. John continued,
"So you work with Dad? You must have so many connections to different people, the police, hospital staff, carers and lots of others." Sherlock looked down and was stunned. As John still spoke, "You must help a lot of people."
"Oh umm..." Molly started at this, but again John interrupted her.
"I mean the police, they can help prevent the cause of death in the future. And if a family member has died because of a disease or illness, they can warn other family members. Because they may have it as well."
Molly and Sherlock looked stunned. Well they were until all three of them heard a very large bang, coming from the alleyway. It sounded like a gun. Sherlock immediately took of running, as Molly held on to John and shook her head. She reached for her phone and called the police.
The police arrived immediately, with Lestrade. Molly started talking to him about the situation. John stared at them and then back to the alley way. He heard Sherlock groan in pain and that gave him no options. He took of running, towards the path, where Sherlock was. Limp forgotten, as his cane was abandoned.
A/N: I hope you have enjoyed.
Thank you to Lovely Whim. I'm sorry about the crying bit, so I'll give you a virtual hug. Hopefully this is a bit more happier.
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