Our Mind Palace // Sherlock BBC|Psych USA

10 | Hitchcock In Great Britain

☆HALFWAY MARK☆

Molly pulled down the sheet covering the body to reveal the stiff face of Mary. Of course his face was always emotionless, but now Shaina was sure he won't ever move again.

She swallowed the guilt in the back of her throat as she looked down at him. Shaina wasn't close with Mary, so she really didn't know why she came by the morgue to see him one last time. They were going to ship his body back to America tomorrow so he could be prepared for a funeral.

“I'm sorry for your loss…” Molly gives her condolences to Shaina, who responds with a shrug.

“He's probably just playing Racquetball right now. A solid score of 3 to 0, I bet.” Shaina amuses herself in time of grief.
Shaina doesn't look up when the door to the morgue opens.

Sherlock stands beside Shaina as they both observe the dead body without looking at each other. Shaina had her arms crossed, in contrast to Sherlock hiding his hands in his trench coat pockets.

“He was a strange man.” Sherlock simply says without any diction in his voice. Even in front of a dead body, Sherlock didn't have any sympathy.

“Kind of like us.” Shaina jokes, even though there was no humor in her voice.
“I'm sorry for your loss.” Sherlock mumbles. It sounded like he didn't put any emotion into it, but Shaina knew he meant it anyway.

“We weren't that close.” Shaina says as she looks down at the man who helped her with the biggest case in her life.
So this was what Mary looks like without glasses…

Since neither of them had anything left to say, Shaina thought the conversation ended there. When she expected Sherlock to quietly leave, without making his exit known, Shaina instead felt a hesitant yet comforting hand on her shoulder. Only then did Shaina finally look up at Sherlock.

He avoided eye contact and looked everywhere but at her. When he pats her shoulder, it seemed precise; like he planned it all out.in his head. Clearly reassuring people wasn't his best trait, but Shaina could tell Sherlock was trying.
That was enough for her.

Sherlock cleared his throat,
“We'll… We'll get Yin. Don't worry.”
Once all was said and done, Sherlock pats Shaina on the back a few more times and exits in a gust of wind; his trench coat flying behind him.

Shaina sighs in contentment. After Sherlock reassured her that Yin will in fact be captured, she knew Mary's death won't go in vain. She trusted Sherlock.
Maybe because they think the same way… So alike, yet so different. It was intriguing. Shaina wanted to learn more about him, but she knew he was skeptical of letting others in.

Shaina silently tells Mary her gratitude. Even though he seemed stiff, he would've made a magnificent Racquetball player. Shaina gives Molly permission to pull the sheet back over Mary's body.

Before Shaina could walk out the same door Sherlock went, Molly spoke up,
“Are you close with Sherlock?”

Shaina stuffs her hands in her coat pockets and turns to her,
“No… It's more… work-related.”

Shaina thinks back to when she met Sherlock, “I only met him a few days ago… No one can become close in that short amount of time.”

Molly smiles, “Well… I've known him for a long time, and from what I know, he doesn't just simply attempt to comfort someone.”
Molly bites her bottom lip,
“He's a Sociopath, remember?”