Hello everyone it's once again time for a Sherlolly story. Ok now listen this story is going to be a pre-relationship story. I just wanted to for warn you. If though you are one of those people who doesn't read these introduction paragraphs then you...um...probably will still fully understand the story. ENJOY

Sherlock walked into the morgue lab with his lastest sample. He needed to test an orange peel for amniotic fluid, it was a life or death situation. He looked around for Molly, but she wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Molly, where are you I need to test this orange" he said into the empty lab. He didn't hear a response so he continued anyway. What did he need Molly Hooper for, he was Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock sat himself in front of a counter and swabbed his sample. As he was putting the swab into the testing machine when he heard a door open. Finally Molly decided to show up he though.
"Excuse me what are you doing in the...oh wait" said a female voice that certainly wasn't Molly's.
"The question is, who are you" he asked. Sherlock got up and walked toward the voice. Soon he found its source. It was a young woman with brown hair. Her eyes where light blue and showed evidence of many sleepless nights, presumable studying to try and advance herself in her career. She wore blue jeans and a t shirt that had a strange bat logo on it, he must have deleted its origin. That told him that she was a recently graduated college student, and this was most likely her first chance to be in the morgue alone, since Molly obviously want here.
"What...um I'm Andrea...Andrea Nolan surly Molly's told you about me" she said.
"I don't listen to the things Molly stutters about, I have more important things on my mind" Sherlock said. Andrea's face lit up.
"Your Sherlock Holmes, aren't you. Molly always says that you come over here but I've never seen you. I though she was lying" she said.
"Molly Hooper may be shy, meek, but she isn't a liar" he defended. He didn't know what had made him do it either.
"I'm sorry it's just I can't believe that I'm actually meeting Sherlock Holmes, you saved all of those people from those bombs, my brother was one of the people that the old woman blew up" she said.
"Don't talk, your only making things worse" he said as he cut her off.
"Sorry" she said. Sherlock went back to his sample and waited for the machine to produce his answers. Moments later he felt warm air breathing down his neck. He swiftly turned around and that girl was right there.
"Excuse me, do you want something" he said.
"Um no, I just wanted to see what you where working on" she replied.
"To view ones work doesn't imply that you breath down their neck and touch them" he said as Andrea backed off.
"I'm sorry. Are you one of those germaphobs I had a boyfriend that was like that, it took two months before he would even stand 2 feet next to me" she ranted.
"Why do you think this information is of my use" he asked.
"I don't know, what if I get murdered or something, now you have knowledge of my ex boyfriend" she stated.
"Do you plan on being murder sometime soon" he asked.
"We'll no...no one plans on being murdered"
"So you believe you have a high likelihood for being murdered"'he said. The girl didn't know what to say.
"Um I just...I tried to um...I was trying to start a conversation" she said. Andrea walked over to a nearby microscope and hid her face from his. Sherlock just continued to wait, but he was still wondering something.
"Where is Molly" Sherlock suddenly asked.
"I don't know, she's sick I think" Andrea replied.
"We'll your obviously replacing her, shouldn't you know why your replacing her" he told her.
"Is that all you can talk about, Molly this, Molly that. I'm sick of Molly Hooper" Andrea said as she started to rage up.
"All she ever does is cut up bodies and she get to help you everyday while us others have to ran tests and all that boring stuff. She thinks she is sooooo much better than the rest, she is ignorant, bossy, demanding, and an all around terrible person" yelled Andrea. Sherlock didn't know how to respond.
"We are talking about Molly Hooper, likes cats and ugly frumpy sweaters" he asked.
"Heck yeah I'm talking about that stupid poser" she said, this made Sherlock mad. Sherlock stood up and got in Andrea's face
"Listen here girl, I don't know who you think you are but you obviously have your facts wrong. Molly Hooper is a caring, shy, and smart woman. You don't deserve to work with the people that she does because you are unworthy of even holding the same profession as her. She does her job and she does it excellently, she doesn't spend her time belittling those who are above her. Hell she would help those above her, that's the type of person she is. So the next time you want to rag on Molly Hooper, you better remember that she will always be better than you and she will always have my respect" Sherlock ranted.
"Do you really think that" said a voice from behind Sherlock's back. He froze as he recognized who's voice it was. He slowly turned around and in the doorway stood Molly Hooper. Her nose was red, so it seemed that Andrea had said something truthful.
"It's...easy to deduce that these things are correct...I wouldn't want anything to be said about you that would make you upset, therefore disrupting your work process with me" Sherlock said.
"That's it I QUIT, go ahead Molly Hooper make out with your boyfriend or whatever" Andrea said as she pulled herself and raced towards the door.
"He's not my boyfriend" Molly called out as Andrea slammed the door.
"He's Sherlock Holmes" Molly finished. Now it was just Sherlock and Molly in the lab, obviously. Lucky the testing machine beeped, signaling that it was done. This gave Sherlock an excuse to move. He looked at the paper the machine had printed out and just as he suspected it had been amniotic fluid on that orange peel. Now he could prove it was the Swedish gardener.
"Don't ever do that again" he said as he gathered his sample and result paper.
"Do what again" Molly asked. Sherlock walked towards Molly's direction and as he pasted her by he said.
"Don't ever get sick again, I hate it when you get sick" then he walked on by. Molly tried her hardest not to swoon.
"Out of all the times I have left my purse at the lab, this is at least number two on the list"

Hello everyone, did you just finish reading that story. Because if you didn't that would be very weird, and hard to explain. Also does anyone want to guess what the best times she left her purse at the lab is? I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR WATCHING.