Remember

Poor Molly

I looked at my new flat holding many bags and suitcases of my things. I smiled slightly. Sherlock stood behind me, arms crossed with a ghost of a smile on his face. "You know where everything is? Your room?" He said and I nodded, "Yup".

He nodded and walked into his room. After that he didn't really talk to me much. I didn't mind though, it was peaceful. After all of my clothes and things where organized in my room I walked to my bed and went to sleep.

The next morning I yawned and got slightly panicked at the unusual surroundings, but quickly remembered.

After that I got up and went to the kitchen and made myself a tea. When it was done I walked to the living room and I sipped it sitting in Sherlocks chair. His door opened them and he walked out. I smirked as he looked at where I was sitting and rolled his eyes. "I have a question, Elizabeth" he said standing by the window looking out of it dramatically. I silently giggle at his mysterious cliche.

"Shoot" I smoothly said crossing my legs on his chair. He turned to face me. "How do you feel about murder? Gore? Death?" He said. What? "That's a strange question" I said furrowing my eyebrows at him. "Well, you seem intelligent, well more intelligent that most people. Your actually quite stupid" he said looking straight at me. "Thanks" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"What I mean is I would enjoy the company of someone to help with my cases" he said walking towards me and standing a couple feet in front of me. "You mean I would go out to crime scenes and help you solve them?" I questioned. He shrugged slightly "In a way yes but you have a background of police work, correct?" he said and my eyes widened slightly. "How did you know that?" I said furrowing my eyebrows.

"Mycroft told me" he said flatly. "Oh. Well yes I used to be in school for police work but left after I figured out it wasn't for me" I said sipping my tea. "Then you would know how it works" he said smirking slightly. I nodded. "Then will you join me?" He said.

I thought a while. "Why not" I shrugged. I guess it would be better to get out more. "Good, we are going to the morgue then. I need to do some things that you could possibly help with" he said leaving me in his chair to his room.

After my tea I got dressed in some casual blue jeans and a plain black sweater. I walked out an knocked on Sherlocks door "I'm ready!" I yelled and I heard some mumbles from inside.

I got my coat and shoes on and waited by the door, soon Sherlock came out and got his things and we left.

THE MOURGE

Sherlock sat in a chair and started doing things I didn't understand with the microscope. I soon got bored and starts walking around the room looking at things.

Sherlock looked at the clock which read 1:00, he stood up and walked to a door. "Follow me Elizabeth" he said and I nodded and followed. We soon walked into a room and Sherlock walked over to table. I squinted at the table in confusion an they widened once I figured out what was on the table.

"Sherlock. Is that a body?" I asked even though I knew it was. "Yes" he said, bored as a woman walked in smiling. She was short with long brown hair tied up. I smiled at her and she paused staring at me but smiled back.

"Oh hello, I'm Molly Hooper" she said. "Elizabeth " I said back and she smiled once more then looked at Sherlock and smiled at him wider "hello Sherlock" she said and he hummed in response.

He opened the body bag which made my eyes widen. "How fresh" he said and studied the body. "Just in. 67, natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him, he was nice" she said smiling, walking around the table. Sherlock zipped the bag up and turned to her "Fine. We'll start with the riding crop" he said and smiled. I narrowed my eyes in confusion but neither noticed and started walking around doing things as I just stood there not knowing what to do. I got annoyed with them ignoring me. I could help. Maybe.

After a minute Molly started walking out and she looked at me and motioned for me to follow so I nodded and awkwardly followed her up some stairs and we stood outside the window of the previous room. I watched as Sherlock grabbed a long whip looking thing and I raised an eyebrow. I turned to Molly to ask what was happening but she was hurrying to a room that looked like a bathroom with lipstick in her hand. Well then.

I looked out the window again to see Sherlock hitting the dead body on the table and widened my eyes. After a while Molly walked back out and watched with me. She flinched bit by bit as he hit harder every time while he finished, my jaw was dropped and eyes where as big as bowling balls.

We walked back into the room and Molly smiled jokingly, "So, bad day was it" and chuckled a little. Sherlock completely ignored her joke, to which I glared at him, "I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes" he said taking off his gloves.  "A man's alibi depends on it. Text me"

Molly paused for a second before speaking again "listen, I was wondering. Maybe later, when you're finished..." Sherlock did a double take on Molly a she spoke "are you wearing  lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before".

She was caught. I raised an eyebrow at her. Oh I'm defiantly teasing him later about her crush on him. "I, uh... Refreshed it a bit" She not-so-smoothly replied. He starred at her a bit but snapped out of it "sorry, you where saying?" He said going back to his work. They where acting like I wasn't standing two meters away from them, rude.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" she said looking at him hopefully. He looked up at her "black, two sugars, please. Elizabeth and I will be upstairs" he said and started walking away "Oh how rude of me, sorry. Elizabeth would you like coffee?" He said to me and I started at him in disbelief. "No thank you" I said and he nodded walking up stairs.

Once he was gone I turned to Molly "I'm so sorry" I said quietly. She smiled weakly "it's alright, this kind of stuff happens a lot"  she said and I smiled sadly walking where Sherlock went.

Oh poor Molly.

(Bad ending I know, sorry!)