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*WOOSH*

Molly looked over towards her computer. She set down her scalpel and walked over to see why it was making noises at her again. She clicked her mouse at it sprung to life. She looked at the bottom of the screen and saw a little blue envelope that was shaking vigorously. She had a new e-mail, how lovely. Molly sat herself down and clicked on the envelope. The e-mail didn't list a sender or a subject, but Molly clicked it anyway. Suddenly her screen turned a light blue color and beautiful black letters spelled out a message.

You can fall from a building
You can fall from a trolly
But the best way to fall
Is in love with Molly

Huh, who was sending her a love letter. She hadn't received anything like this since...ever. Molly quickly exited the e-mail and checked or make sure no sender was listed. Strange. Molly never usually recieved love confession from anonymous sources. Molly giggled to herself, oh wasn't Sherlock going it be pissed. They had been dating for 9 months, but Sherlock still had the idea that Molly would leave him at the drop of a hat. He was always very protective of her and he hated to know that other men found her sexually appealing. Molly exited her e-mail account and went back to work completely forgetting the e-mail, that is until approximately an hour later.

*WOOSH*

Molly heard her e-mail alert sound off again and she quickly out down her suture. She was expecting an important e-mail from her boss any minute. Molly sat herself down and clicked on the jiggling envelope once again. Molly sighed when she looked at it. No sender, no subject. Probably just spam. Molly clicked it and suddenly her screen went black. It scared Molly for half a second, but soon after she had opened it red lettering started to twist and turn across the screen in fancy cursive writing.

I always want to be close to you
Like a shoe and its laces
Like teeth and braces
Likeasentencewithnospaces

Molly smiled at the clever little poem. She didn't no whether these where creepy or cute.

*An Hour Later*

"Hey Molls you just got an e-mail, I think it's from the boss, I'll check it for you" said Sally. Sally moved the pointer and clicked on the e-mail.

"Wait don't" Molly cried, but it was to late. Molly's computer screen went white and bold black letters appeared on the screen.

I only want to change one thing about you

"We'll this is disturbing" Sally said. As she spoke more letters appeared and Sally was disturbed even further

I only want to change one thing about you
Your last name

"Does freak know about your secret admirer" Sally asked as she closed the e-mail.
"What makes you think it's a secret admirer, why couldn't it be Sherlock" Molly asked Sally. Sally rolled her eyes and huffed. Molly was starting to understand why Sherlock disliked her.
"Please Molls, the freak doesn't have feeling. Lets be honest he's only dating you for sex, and he isn't dating someone more experienced because he's a little virgin and couldn't handle much more than you could offer" Sally said rudely. Molly's face turned red and she could feel tears well u in her eyes. Damn, women could be mean. She pushed the tears back like the grown woman she was and continued with her work.
"Does he cry afterwards, there's a pool going on and I want to know hwo my chances are" Sally asked. Molly lowered her head and Sally laughed.
"I'm only joking mate, but there is a pool on when he'll dump you for John" Sally said as she lightly patted Molly's back.
"How lovely" Molly said. It went on like this for another twenty mintues. Sally spouting off the terrible things that everyone assumed an her relationship and Molly just sliced at her bodies quietly listening. Then as if the angel's had answered her prayers, Sherlock walked in.
"Molly did you get the drowning victim from...oh hello Sally" Sherlock said as he strode into the morgue with John and Lestrade trailing close behind. Molly nodded her head and set down her forceps and walked over to the body Sally had arrived with. Sherlock, John, Lestrade, and Sally all followed her. Molly unzipped the body bag and lifted the clipboard to read off the information.
"The victim's name is Luke Barber. He is a 29 year old male from Kensington. He was found in his bathroom and his head was in the sink submersed in water, it appeared to be a suicide but bruises started to form around his neck" Molly said as she pointed to the victims neck. Everyone stared at them intently. That is everyone, but Sherlock who was rapidly punching buttons on his phone.
"Why the sink" Sherlock asked to himself.
"What was that" Molly asked. Sherlock looked up at her.
"Why would a person drown someone in a sink when the tub is 2 feet away, it's stupid really. It's hard to drown someone in a sink. It's almost impossible , so why did the killer drown the victim in the sink" Sherlock asked her.
"He didn't drown him" John pipped in with realization. Sherlock tired to meet Molly's eyes and when he did he smiled at her.
"Molly would you" he said as he pointed to the man's throat. Molly quickly nodded her head and picked up a nearby scalpel. She made one clean Inspiron down his throat and moved the skin aside. Everyone came in close to see what Sherlcok was looking for, but it didn't take long before Sherlock pointed into the flesh.
"Look, his hyoid is broken. If I'm pushing down on someone's head to drown them in not going to break their hyoid. I'm only going to break the hyoid if I'm strangling them. Therefore the drowning is a cover up, and the killer is Mr. Fuller the next door neighbor because he is the only one who is strong enough to break that bone and still have time to pose the body" Sherlock said in a rush. Lestrade nodded his head slightly.
"I'll go an get an arrest warrant" he said as he walked away from the body. Sally followed behind him and then it was just the three of them. All alone, in the quiet-

*WOOSH*

Of course she had to get an e-mail now.
"That's a really loud alert for such a quiet space" John said meekly. Molly nodded her head and went over to answer the mail. She clicked it without looking and her screen turned a blood red color. NOT NOW, NOT WITH HER BOYFRIEND AND FRIEND PRESENT. None the less white lettering covered the screen.

My perfect day has nothing to do with the weather or what I'm doing
My perfect day is when I'm with you

"Well well well looks like you've got some competition Sherlock" John said with a smile. John looked over at Sherlock and he didn't seem to care, but John knew better.
"I don't know who keeps sending them, but this is the third one I've gotten today" Molly said.

*WOOSH*
*WOOSH*
*WOOSH*

Crap, now she had three more. Molly just closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she moved her mouse to deleted the e-mail before even glancing at them.
"Don't delete them without looking at the Molly, that poor person worked very hard on these e-mails, don't waste their efforts" Sherlock said as he texted vigorously on his phone. John gave him a 'are you fricken crazy, do you want her to leave you' look. Molly listened to him and opened the first one. It had a pink background with sprawling black letters

It's amazing to me how you once where a stranger to me
Now you mean more than the world to me

"Wow, obsessive much" John said. Sherlock took a one look at the screen and made a little tiny laughing sound. Molly shook her head and went to the next e-mail. This one had a black background with white lettering and each letter came onto the screen individually.

Everyone says that love hurts
But that's not true
Loneliness hurts
Rejections hurts
Loosening someone hurts
Everyone confuses these things with love but really love is the thing that makes us forget all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.

That was beautiful. She heard John and Sherlock snickering behind her.
"This is some serious emo crap right here" John said. Molly ignored the and went to the last e-mail. This one was different. It was just a plain e-mail with plain text and no background. Just words.

You have NO idea how fast my heart races for you
97 BPM if you where wondering

Molly smiled, this person did their medical research. If someone's heart was beating that fast they would need a doctor quickly.
"That sounds more like a medical issue than a declaration of love" Sherlock said. Molly had had enough.
"Ok you two, either get out or stop making fun of my admirer will you" she said playfully. John lifted his hands up in defense.
"Ok, but if you leave Sherlock for this mystery man I cannot be blamed" John said as he left the morgue.
"I'll go get us a cab Sherlock" he said as the doors closed behind him. Molly smiled, now it was just Sherlock and her...all alone...in he morgue...well that killed the mood. Molly walked over to her boyfriend and went to place a kiss on his cheek, but Sherlock pulled away from her.
"What's up with you" Molly asked. Sherlock didn't say anything.
"Your not jealous of this random guy are you" Molly asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"No certainly not" he told her as he continued to gaze into his phone. Moll y knew better and snuggled in closer to her consulting detective and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I promise I'll never leave you for some random guy who sends me lovely e-mails" she told him. Sherlock chuckled deeply and slung his arm around Molly.
"I hope not, since I'm the one who's been sending them" he told her. Molly quickly pulled away from him.
"YOUR the one who's been sending those" Molly asked surprisingly. Sherlock nodded his head.
"I was bored and I'm still not quite comfortable with expressing my...affections in public just yet" he told her. Molly smiled at him and lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair.
"Did to really mean all the things you wrote" Molly asked him. Sherlock turned his gaze on her and Molly felt his ocean blue eyes staring into her soul.
"Each and every word"

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