You were working with a colleague, Molly, helping around as much as you could at your ability.
She had some 'business' and was going out for few hours, leaving ypun in charge. You honestly didn't care, you loved being in silence, being able to think without the distractions.
So, here you are testing something that has long left your mind, when the door flies open.
There stood a tall dark-hair man, although you won't be able to see him yet.
"May I help you?" Your gaze never left the microscope and you don't want to deal with another 'lost' person.
"Yes I'm looking for Molly, where is she?" You're surprise just how deep his voice was. Holy shit, You shook those thoughts out of your head, and turn to the stranger.
"Sorry you just missed her, is there anything you need?" He seemed thoughtful for a moment, his gaze on the floor.
"Do you mind if I take a look at the corpses?" Before you could fully answer he was going to the door.
"Wait, what the hell? at least tell me your name before sniffing the corpeses." He stood still before turning to you.
"Sherlock Holmes."
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