Hey ya'll wassup. This is another tale about Mr. Holmes the younger and Molly the pathologist. Question is a pathologist the British equivalent of an American coroner. Answer me in a comment section. Anyway Enjoy
Sherlock came home and slammed the door and immediately dropped his stuff with out taking his coat and scarf off. He had a terrible look in his eyes and he was shaking. Something was terribly wrong. Molly got up and walked over to him.
"Sherlock what's wrong, tell me you can tell me anything" she asked him. He just looked into her eyes and hugged her.
"Where are the boys" he asked still hugging her tightly.
"They are in their room playing" she said. He started to cry into her shoulder.
"Sherlock please tell me what wrong your scaring me" she asked him. He lifted his head up a little and positioned him lips just beside her ear.
"Lestrade had a case for me today. This young boy about Remington's age had been murder in his families wheat field. His head was bashed in and almost every bone in his body was broken. Everytime I looked at him I saw Wellington or Remmington and once I even saw Livingston. When I saw that I couldn't take it anymore and I left. On the edge of the crime scene the boy's mother was crying her eyes out and I couldn't help but picture her as you. I couldn't take it anymore and I left. I didn't even tell John or Lestrade. I just left." He said still crying into Molly's shoulder. Molly patted his back and tried to calm him down. Molly heard Sherlock's phone ring and see retrieved it out of his pocket.
Where are you. You just left me here- John
Molly looked at the screen and texted back
He got really upset and he came home.-MH
She put his phone back into his pocket and helped Sherlock recover. From the corner of her eye she saw three little boys venture into the living room. They had never seen their dad cry before.
"Sherlock the boys are right over there" Molly whispered into Sherlock's ears. Sherlock lifted his head and looked towards his sons. He released his hold on Molly and walked over to the boys. Then he bent down and hugged all of them at once. The boys just went with it and hugged him back. Molly looked around her and finally found what she was looking for on the coffee table. She picked up her phone and walked into the kitchen. She'd dialed a number and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello this is Lestrade" said the voice on the other end of the line.
"NEVER send him on cases like that EVER again do you understand" she said sternly into her phone.
"Where is he we've need him for almost 30 minutes and he seems to have just vanished" said Lestrade.
"Are you an idiot. You call up Sherlock who is the father of three young boy to go and investigate a little boy who's face got smashed in. You do this and then you wonder why he left" shouted Molly.
"In hindsight it wasn't the best idea, but he's Sherlock I though he could handle it. He's been through worst and he doesn't leave a crime scene just because something doesn't sit right with him" said Lestrade.
"You haven't found something for him to get upset about yet" Molly said. Then she hung up the phone. Sherlock came into the kitchen wiping away the last of his tears.
"Why did I do that Molly" he asked.
"Do what Sherlock" Molly said softly as she took hold of his hand.
"I just left a crime scene for no reason and I came home and cried in front of you and the boys" he said. Molly squeezed his hand.
"You got upset Sherlock and understandably so . it's ok to cry in front of your family. We will always be here for you. Sometimes everyone just need onto remember than your a human like everyone else" she said.
"Why did you call Lestrade" he asked.
"Because he can't just expect for you to put aside whatever feelings you have just so they can solve a case. It isn't right and its isn't fare to you" she said. Sherlock pulled Molly into a tight hug.
"Thank you Molly for understanding" he said.
"Your very welcome Sherlock"
It's a little sad but I do believe everyone needs to be reminded that Sherlock is human and he does have feeling like everyone else. Thanks For Reading