Today was an abnormal day to say none the least. A very abnormal day for a woman known as Dr. Molly Hooper. For once in her life she was not begged, insulted, manipulated, nor any other extremes that Sherlock Holmes had dreamt up every day, besides today apparently. Molly had been able to go to bed at an abnormal time, 8 p.m., and had managed to take care of her cat Toby without any arrived to work on time without running around like chicken with it's head cut off and had become friends with someone new from Bart's, who happened to live right next door. Making friends was a rare idea that Molly had not often dealt with. However the 26 year old American girl was so glad of Molly's company that she insisted on having lunch with her that day. Molly, who often ate every meal alone, was happy that she was finally noticed. There was a nagging thought in the back of Molly's mind about what could go wrong with this abnormal day.
Molly was typing away at the moment. Even the bodies today where abnormal from everything else. No one was chopped up, cut up, or even missing a limb. The only thing missing from one of the bodies was a single tooth from an older man. Of course he had gotten his tooth removed and it showed on the dental records. Nothing extremely interesting, nothing was interesting at all. This was a peaceful day. Which again could not have been any more odd.
Molly sighed as the information on the body was finished. She could not help but reflect on how peaceful the man had looked as he died in his sleep. As if death was an old friend that he was afraid would never show. According to the records his wife had died a year earlier. She'd died at peace as well. Molly could only imagine how much love there was in their relationship. This wasn't like Molly on most days. Normally she would wish to have a challenge. But today was an abnormal day and Molly could not help but feel at peace.
She glanced at a clock. It was only a few more minutes until she was going out to lunch. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes.
"Wake up, Molly, there is work to be done." A voice said as the doors swung open and footsteps where heard entering the room.
If Molly hadn't been leaning on her chair she would be on the floor at this moment. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the men who entered the room. This perfectly abnormal day had turned itself into a normal day within half a second.
Sherlock was already grabbing items that he may need to test how the victim was murdered. John stood awkwardly in the corner trying to figure out what he needed to do with himself. John ended up watching Molly, whose behavior seemed odd to him.
"How have you been, Molly?" John asked as he realized that his flat mate had not spoken to Molly in a few minutes.
"Oh, great. yourself?" Molly responded, surprised that he had asked.
"Brilliant," John said and then looked at the floor as if it was where the answers to life where held. "Just, brilliant."
Molly glanced at the clock. "I'm late," she said as she began to exit the lab.
"Well, hope you both find what you are looking for!" she said, hand about to touch the door handle.
"And where do you think you are going?"Sherlock saying as he placed a pound of items on the table.
"Sher-Sherlock I am going out for lunch." Molly said, stammering, getting ready to head out the door.
"Nonsense, you can eat in here." Sherlock said as he began to dig through other items. No one quite knew what he was digging through. At the time it seemed of little importance. Besides, he was bound to tell them at the end of his experimentations.
John was a little to distracted by the fact that Molly had to go out for lunch. She never went out for lunch. Most of the time it was cafeteria food, which would never be considered going out for lunch. Meaning that Molly had a date.
"Sherlock, I think she is going on a date," John said, smiling to himself.
Sherlock glanced up at that. Then looked at Molly for a long awkward moment before returning to his work.
"Friend," Sherlock said as he began to dig around again, "Sit down, your friend will understand."
"Oh, you don't really need me." Molly said as she opened the door.
"Sit down, Molly." Sherlock ordered.
Molly gave a deep sigh. This wasn't what normally happened. No, normally she would have done what he had asked right away. However for once she wanted to have her abnormal day stay that way. Dreams however do not come true. She turned around and stood next to John.
"Sherlock,do we really need to have Molly here? She shouldn't keep her friend waiting," John said, looking over his Sherlock's shoulder.
"I need to take a look at that body, John," Sherlock said, continuing to sort out the things on the table.
"Body?" Molly asked, her face scrunching up with confusion.
"A young woman murdered in St. James Park. Completely drained of all body liquids,reeks of disinfections..." Sherlock began.
"That sounds like every single dead body in the morgue." Molly responded.
"Yes, but that was how she was murdered ? She was went through the proper form of treatment for a dead body. The question is why would a murderer take all this time cleaning the body and taking care of it."
Molly was about to say something, when in rushed a 26 year old American. She walked in her face red clear sign that she had been running and her hair a complete mess. Her bright blue eyes were caught on Molly.
"Molls, sorry I am late," she said sliding what looked satchel on to the table. She had her dark brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Sherlock looked up from what he was doing for a second to see who had in fact entered the room.
She wore black and blue Nike shoes. They were used clearly showing that she was a runner. They way that she held herself seemed more interested about jogging than talking about men at work. No polish on the nails, no make up, not even the faint smell of perfume. She wore a plain T shirt along with the lab coat. It was clear that she was independent . Most likely dealt with men once in her life and then decided that she never wanted to deal with them again at least until she found someone decent. Cross necklace small, not extremely visible, but it is there. Religious.
Sherlock brought his head down to look over his work. No longer concerning himself with what was going on with Molly's new friend.
"It's alright, I can't leave any way," Molly said with a shrug.
"Why not?" she asked digging through her satchel.
There was a ring of a phone causing Clare and Molly to look at seemed not to noticed, until he finally took it out of his pocket. Only God knows why he kept the pink phone, however he has kept it with him since the introduction of Moriarty. He looked at it for a short while and then he glanced up to look back at his work.
"You can leave, Molly. The body will not be in for another 40 minutes. Anderson is trying to prove a point."Sherlock said with his eyes squinting as he mentioned Anderson.
Silently the two girls left the room. John however watched as they exited the room wanting some sort of explanation.
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