Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Five

Before you get back to Baker Street you need to drop the blood sample off  at forensics, you guess that Molly will still be there, as she's helping write a report on rigour mortis. You volunteer to go as you need to speak with her anyway. You also don't really think that Sherlock would have want to go inside and awkwardly small talk with her after earlier anyway. Sherlock isn't really good at apologies, so it probably wouldn't have gone well. So you get out of the cab and ask them to wait for you. You won't be long anyway. Sample tucked on the inside pocket of your jacket, you run through the torrential rain, head down and trying to not get completely soaked. You reach the inside of Scotland Yard and shake your self down, a bit like a dog. 

You reach the lab to find Molly busying around. You knock politely on the door and she looks up, smiles and bacons you to come in. Bless. She has re-applied some of her make up to try and cover up the fact that she was crying. You don't mention it, you don't want to insult her, you also don't want to turn into Sherlock. Well apart from the being super attractive bit that would be cool. Seriously? He is not super attractive... well he might be a bit. Nope, you try and shake yourself from these thoughts before you speak to Molly. "Hey Molly," you say softly "sorry to be a  pain but could you  make sure someone runs some tests on this blood to see if the DNA matches either of the victims named James, you know, from the case that Sherlock and I am on." As soon  as you mention Sherlocks name, you instantly regret it as Molly stiffens, and some of the colour drains from her face. 

"You and, um, Sherlock" The pain in Molly's voice pierces through you, shooting guilt into every inch of your body. 

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry I brought his name up Molly. I'm sorry about earlier, I really am.  He's a right dick and I honestly have no idea why you still like him after what he has put you through, you deserve better than him." You tell her softly. She smiles slightly at you, sniffs and wipes the tear steadily going down her face away. 

"Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it, but I can't deserve better than Sherlock Holmes. He's, you know, Sherlock Holmes. Uugghh" She stares up at the ceiling, shaking slightly. For someone who works with dead people, her emotions are quite controlling over her.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I need to go, lots of planned deaths and all. Can you do anything tonight? I want to take you on a girls night out, my treat." You propose your idea to the teary eyed woman infront of you and she immediately cheers up. 

"Oh my gosh, really Y/N?" You nod. "Thank you!"  She crys, before flinging herself into your arms. You hug her back, she pulls away, wipes away her eyes and grabs the blood sample from your hands.

"I'll come to yours to pick you up later. Byeeeee!" You shout, running out of the room and down the corridor. 

"What took you so long?" Sherlock asks as you get beck to the taxi, that was thankfully still there.

"Molly, " You explained."you know, you should really go easy on her. She isn't in a good state after what you said to her earlier. And to be honest, it wasn't really very nice."

"Well... Whatever, she deserved what was coming for her, she doesn't think before going into a relationship, it's not my fault if she tears herself up over someone else."

"Sherlock Holmes!" You cry.

"Both of you, play nice." John steps in and stops you from arguing, though the atmosphere is still tense between the two of you.

You get to what you presume is Baker Street, pay the cabbie and get out. You then walk up the steps into 221b, following John and Sherlock. You enter the flat and are immediately amazed at the contents within. Despite being extremely messy, with papers here there and everywhere, it is very homely. There is a smiley face on the wall, with bullet holes going through it and a real, human skull above the fireplace (of which you make a note to self to get one for yourself). But possibly your favourite thing about the flat was the fact that the kitchen had practically been turned into a science lab, coloured liquids in bottles and what appears to be  an eyeball over an unlit bunsun burner. "Wow" you whisper quietly to yourself, slowly spinning in a circle, taking in your surroundings.

"Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock yells,  "We have company!" You soon hear footsteps coming up the stairs and, soon enough, you see the face of an older woman. Divorced or widowed, no, definitely widowed but not mourning. She is relatively rich. Right handed. Little to no close family. Obviously very close to John and Sherlock. She's a tidy woman and likes to be respected, you can tell that from her clothes. She also has some history that not many people have, making her slightly feisty, a trait that hasn't left her as she has become older.

"Oh, hello there dear," she says, clapping her hands together. "I'm Mrs Hudson."

"Y/N," you reply, extending out your hand, which she takes with her two. "I'm on a case with Sherlock and John. Nice to meet you."

"A case you say? Oh good, that will keep Sherlock busy, he won't shoot my blinking wall if he's busy. Say dear, would you like some tea?"

"Oh, please, if it's not any trouble"

"No, not at all. Just remember, I'm not their housekeeper." you smile as she walks away. You decide that you like her.

"So, found anything else of of relevance?" You ask, turning to Sherlock

"You were occupied for less than three minutes, what is the likelyhood that I made a massive breakthrough?"

"It's you, the chances are probably quite high."

"True," he replys. "but a matter of fact, I did think of something." you laugh and roll your eyes as Sherlock, who plonks himself down into his chair and acquires a praying position, as you start paying back and forth. "It says names at the bottom, that could possibly mean that the names are a message." he states rather than questions. "Olivia, James..." he is cut off by the ringing that is coming from your jacket pocket. It's Molly. You glance up to see Sherlock staring at you. You pick up.

"Y/N, the DNA matches."