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Chapter XVI - Finally!

Sherlock's POV

The cab drives me to St. Bart's, and the only thing on my mind is Clara. How she reacted, if she'd done the crime or not, what her feelings are towards me, the list goes on. But I was only going to St. Bart's for one reason, and even though that one reason is related to Clara, she wasn't why I was going. I'm bored, to put it simply. And hence her's being the only case to solve, I will solve it. I just need more evidence. Therefore, I am going to St. Bart's to examine the bodies.

The cab pulls up and I get out, immediately greeted by Molly at the door of the hospital. 'Hello, Sherlock!' she approaches me with that silly grin on her face. I smile at her in return.

She leads me down a set of hallways, all the while yammering away about something or another. When we finally get to the room where the bodies are kept, she stands by while I do my work. I take my coat off and throw it on a chair nearby.

Okay, there we go.

There is an unpolished ring on the victim's ring finger left hand, which indicates that...

You love Clara.

Yes, I do, subconscious. We established that last night. Now, would you shut up so I can concentra--

But you don't know if she loves you.

Of course I don't! How the hell am I supposed to? I can barely deduce her.

You don't think she does.

You're right, I don't. She's beautiful, funny, kind, clever--why would she love me? The unloveable sociopath. Oh, this is getting nowhere.

But you--

'Shut up!' I yell.

'I'm sorry, what was that?' Molly asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion.

'Nothing, Molly. Would you please find me a patch?' I ask her. 'I need one to concentrate on work.'

'A what?' Oh, stupidstupidstupidstupid human.

'A nicotine patch,' I respond calmly.

'Where am I supposed to find one?' Use your mind, Molly!

'Check with Lestrade. I thought I saw one in his pocket earlier. Or at the drug store,'

Molly leaves, and I try to continue my work. But that annoying voice keeps talking about Clara, so I give up after a few seconds.

Finally, Molly returns with a patch and I slap it on as soon as it's in my hand. I cherish the feeling for a few moments, then get back to work.

Okay... this man gets killed by a knife wound, with dirt in the blood. The soil is from Nevada judging by the texture, and Clara had mentioned she came from Nevada... a string of hair on the man's sleeve same length and colour as Clara's... Yes! Here it is! Flour on the man's collar. Clara has some of the same flour on her cuff every time I see her! I've witnessed her trying to make soufflés as well, with no success.

This evidence is sure proof of Clara's guiltiness, and will likely solve the case. I punch the air and get a look from Molly, who hands me my coat. I pull out my phone from my coat pocket and message Clara.

Meet at the Diogenes Club, same place, at 3pm. -SH

Once outside, I hail a cab for the Diogenes Club and presume my 2-hour wait to see Clara again.

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If you ship Sherlolly, I am really sorry about this chapter! I ship it too, even though in this chapter it sounds like my NOTP.
Side note, but I think this chapter might be my favourite. :)

~Sofia xo

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