Sherlock - One shots || X Female

Cherries? pt. 2

"So," Molly put the victim's order down, opened it and spread out the papers, "he was poisoned. Twice." She had a look at them both.

It was hard for her to hold back the 'See, I was right'. It was almost burning on the tip of her tongue. He looked at her. His lips were pressed together and she had that grin on his face.

"The first time it was just a small substance in the tuna, we took some samples from the packaging that we found in the rubbish and compared it to the new one we found in the fridge. There was clearly something there. But it is harmless, it will only cause some discomfort in your stomach for a couple of days. "She explained as she slid her hand over the document.

"And the second time?" He asked. "Oh, you'll like this. It's a crime out of a book." She turned around. She was looking for the second document with the details. "This is like that murder in The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, with monks." She muttered as she went through the order.

"You're Brother William from Baskerville, and Y/N is Adson. Even if you are far too clever for Adson, it is more likely that it applies to John. He tends to think more rational." She pointed at them as she named the characters. She put the two results next to each other.

"He's never actually read The Name of the Rose." Y/N said quickly, scowling at Sherlock. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Seriously? I thought you would have read it at least a hundred times by now. It's totally your genre."

"I've never read it and I probably never will, because after this case I can never listen to The Name of the Rose again. It was a statement of fact. The change in his tone of voice made his position clear and silenced the two of them.

"Anyway, you know the story, but for Sherlock, a guy in the book died because of a special kind of poison that was put on the pages of the book, so that every time he turned the page, he would touch it. Surely it's not touching that's bad, he used to lick his finger to get the page to turn and that's how the poison got into his body. As Y/N has already seen on the victim's body, signs of this are dilated pupils."

Sherlock fished for the papers.

"Atropa is a genus of the nightshade family, the Solanaceae. The only species native to Central Europe is the black belladonna, also known as Atropa Bella-donna. The fruit is poisonous. The leaves and berries are extremely toxic if ingested. They contain tropane alkaloids. These toxins include atropine, scopolamine and hyoscyamine, which cause delirium and hallucinations, and are also used as pharmaceutical anticholinergics". As his eyes scanned the paper, Sherlock speeded through his knowledge of belladonna.

"And which of these alkaloids is it that is being used on our man here?" Y/N asked. "Atropine. A neurotoxin from the fruits of the belladonna.

"But atropine is also used in medicine. As far as I know. I never did any work with it, but it was part of my studies at university." Molly interacted.

"Yes, it is. It acts as an antidote against other toxins. But when it is used as a poison, it is fatal in adults at a dose of 100mg, it causes paralysis of the respiratory system. In children it is fatal at a low dose of 2 to 10 mg".

"How long does it take for it to have an effect?" Y/N asked.

He was found in the morning when the postman rang the bell several times, the death certificate puts the time at around 8pm. As Mr Bright was a man of habit, he always answered the door after the second ring, greeted him with the same phrase, inquired about his day, and inquired about current events that were the subject of conversation the day before. Then he would take his newspaper and a letter, if there was one, and then he would leave again.