In between cases, Sherlock and John get a knock on their door from a young women in need of help. And of course, even if Sherlock is unwilling at first, they help her back onto her feet and she soon becomes honorary resident in 221b Baker Street.
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I had laid everything I needed out on the counter in front of me, looking into the microscope for a couple of seconds before moving over to my notepad to record my findings. However, I am interrupted by the sound of someone shouting.
"Molly!"
I quickly turn my head towards the door seeing a middle aged man, with blonde hair walk in. He looks around the morgue, obviously looking for Molly , until his eyes land on me. I turn back to my notepad scribbling the last of my notes down.
"Molly left half an hour ago, something about going on a date with someone, Jim? I think his name was Jim. From IT." My eyes never leave my notepad as I am determined to finish this so I can get back to the real matter at hand. A long awkward silence followed, it was almost a minute before anyone started to talk again.
"um... You new here?" I could tell he was nervous just by his hunched posture and how he kept moving around not allowing himself to stand still for even a second. I put down my pen and spin on my stool making sure my full attention is on him
"Started last week. So who are you? Obviously not a pathologist .... What do they call you?" I don't think he expected me to reply as when I first say something he quickly turns around, almost knocking a stand full of test tube over but quickly recovers and leans against the counter. He really is nervous, this is going to be fun.
"John Watson, Doctor John Watson. And what do they call you?" I quickly take off my lab coat readying myself to go home and slowly walk towards John, tilting my head to the side.
"Is there a word for total screaming genius, that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?" The door swings open,
"The names Sherlock Holmes." The young man with curly brown hair walks straight over to the fridge which we keep all of the excess limbs from different bodies.
"I see what you did there. Anyway, I'm done for the day. See you soon John?" I say picking up my handbag and heading to the door,
"Yeah you should stop by 221b Baker Street at some point..."
"Alice."
"Alice, yeah. Whenever you need anything just come a-knocking." John says just before face palming slightly and muttering a quiet Come a-knocking? Come on John. I giggle slightly and look towards Sherlock, who had just closed the door to the fridge and picked up a bag that had something around the size of a head in it.
"Goodbye Sherlock Holmes, it was nice meeting you," Sherlock swings the bag over his shoulder and begins to walk over to where I was,
"Come along John," I roll my eyes and open the door for the two to walk through, as John walks out I smile towards him and he returns it before I slip a piece of paper into his coat pocket and walk out the morgue behind them. Once the three of us all exit the hospital I hear my phone ring, I quickly get it out of my bag and read the text smirking slightly and look back up to the two boys who had just gotten into a taxi, I look back at the text once more before laughing to myself, shaking my head slightly. Then I feel a rain drop on my cheek and begin walking to my destination.
