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Chapter 6
There was nothing more they could do at the museum for the time being, so Sherlock, John and Addie loaded into a cab to go back home and put the pieces together. The cab was silent as Sherlock and Addie were lost in their minds. They were brought out of their thoughts by John's phone going off.
"Oh crap! I was supposed to go into St. Bart's today! I completely lost track of time," John said, rubbing his hand over his face.
Sherlock didn't look all that sympathetic but he decided to help John out this time. "Well, I have to go observe the bodies anyways, you can do your doctor thing while we're in the morgue."
"Really? You'll wait for me to be done?" John asked.
"As long as you don't take a ridiculously long time," Sherlock answered.
"Wow, thanks."
Addie smiled discreetly. She knew Sherlock would have never done that for anyone he didn't care about. Seems John Watson had begun to bring Sherlock's feelings to the surface. She hoped it would continue, considering just how deep those feelings were buried in him.
Sherlock told the cab driver to go to St. Bart's instead and they settled back into their silence.
"You know, " Addie began. "It's funny."
"Oh do please enlighten us about what's so funny," Sherlock said in a bored tone.
"It's funny that you still wear that scarf."
"What's wrong with my scarf?" Sherlock asked defensively.
"Nothing. It's just…you don't remember do you?"
"Obviously not," Sherlock answered.
"I gave you that scarf. For Christmas. The last one we had before…you know…Thought you had forgotten about it and tossed it out. You made a point to mention how 'utterly repulsive' it was." She said, doing her best Sherlock voice.
"I did. Forget about it, that is. I happened to need a warm scarf one day and all of my others were dirty. I had no choice but to use this one. As repulsive as it is," he said.
"Sherlock, you wear that scarf every day. You have for as long as I've known you," John said.
Sherlock shot him a patented Holmes scowl and silently told him to shut up. Addie looked smug and satisfied with John's comment.
"So you didn't find it as repulsive as you said," Addie smiled.
"Don't be ridiculous, the scarf serves the purpose of keeping my neck warm. Even if it is repulsive it's better than a cold neck," Sherlock replied.
"Sure it is…" Addie teased.
"Oh look, we're here. Everybody out. Thank you," John paid the cab driver and slid out, waiting for Addie and Sherlock.
"Alright so, I'll be up on the 3rd floor. Patients ward. I'll meet you back in the morgue when I'm done?" John asked.
Sherlock grunted in response and turned on his heal to go find Molly, leaving John and Addie behind.
John turned to Addie with an exasperated look. "He's just sulking. He'll come around."
"I know. He gets like that. Like a bloody child sometimes. We'll be alright. Good luck with your patients. I'll do my best not to make Sherlock too angry and hopefully by the time you get to the morgue there won't be any new bodies to deal with," she gave a big smile then walked off after Sherlock.
Addie approached the door to the morgue and knocked tentatively. She wasn't sure if Sherlock was in there or not. He'd said that's where he was going, but with Sherlock you never know.
The door opened a crack and a young woman with ginger hair peeked out.
"Oh, umm, I'm sorry, only authorized personnel are allowed in here," she said awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, I was just looking for someone. He said he'd be down here in the morgue. Do you know a man named Sherlock?" Addie asked.
"Sherlock?" the woman asked. "You know Sherlock?"
"Yeah, I'm here with him. He kind of just disappeared on me. Is he here?" Addie asked.
"Molly, it's alright, you can let her in. She's with me," she heard Sherlock's voice.
Molly opened the door for her and let her in. She eyed Addie suspiciously and asked cautiously. "So, you're with Sherlock then?"
Addie pulled up a stool across from Sherlock. "Yes, unfortunately," She answered.
"Unfortunately? You're not happy to be with Sherlock?" Molly asked.
Addie gave her a strange look and looked to Sherlock. "I'm sorry. We weren't properly introduced. Molly, is it?"
"Yeah, Molly Hooper," she stuck out her hand.
"I'm Adelaide. Adelaide Holmes. But you can call me Addie. Pleasure," she said returning the hand shake.
"Addie Holmes…oh, you're related to Sherlock," Molly stated.
"Excellent observation Molly," Sherlock said sarcastically.
"I'm Sherlock's sister. I work with him…sort of," Addie explained.
"Oh, so you're here with him to help with the case. You're not "with" him," Molly said.
"Yeah…." Addie said awkwardly.
Molly, now realizing that Addie isn't a threat or "involved" with Sherlock is relieved, but also now embarrassed to have been so suspicious in the first place.
"Well, I'm off to get some coffee and crisps. Anybody want anything? No? Ok," Molly said shuffling out.
"Well that was awkward," Addie said.
Sherlock snorted but continued staring at his microscope.
"She fancies you, you know," Addie stated.
Sherlock looked up from his work and gave her a confused look. "No she doesn't.
Addie scoffed. "You know Sherlock, for a genius, you really are dense sometimes."
"How do you know she fancies me?" he asked.
"Please Sherlock, it's me. How do you think I know?"
Sherlock went back to his microscope.
"Once she'd eliminated me as a threat she was much more relieved and accepting. Really, Sherlock, it's right in front of your nose. You simply need to observe," she teased him.
Sherlock was about to retort when Molly came back through the door with drinks and crisps. "I thought I'd bring some food anyways. We could be here a while," she smiled sweetly and set a cup of coffee in front of Sherlock. "Two sugars right?"
Sherlock nodded and thanked her. Addie shot him a look and raised her eyebrow. He ignored her.
Molly walked away to tend to other things, knowing that Sherlock liked his space and his silence.
"So, found anything else?" Addie asked.
"Not much. I'm sampling the hair for DNA and comparing it to the samples I got at the crime scene. No matches so far though," Sherlock said.
"Do you need help? Because I could. Help that is," Addie said.
"Finally over the Barbie doll incident are we?" Sherlock asked cheekily.
"Yeah well, you replaced her so I guess all's forgiven," Addie replied.
Sherlock looked up and smiled at her. A sincere smile. Not his signature smirk or his condescending twitch of his lips. A real genuine smile he reserves for only certain people. Addie had yet to see it since she "came back" and she realized how much she missed it.
He handed her a plastic bag and she took it from him gently. "Here, you can test the residue on the clothing. See if you can identify the substance."
"Aye Aye, Captain!" She saluted him.
He laughed and saluted back. "Try not to mess up. Need to make sure you haven't gotten rusty in your 'absence.'"
She threw a crisp at him and he dodged it and went back to his microscope. He then lodged his own crisp at her and it bounced off her head "Oi! Watch it! I'm working here!" she teased.
Sherlock was just extracting the sample he tested when Addie's crisp hit him on his nose. "Ten points!" she shouted.
An hour later John entered the morgue to find Addie and Sherlock sharing a microscope, engaged in an intense experiment, the table around them littered with crisps.