His Best Friend (sherlolly)

8

I open the door to the morgue, Jim trailing behind me.

"So you really know the Sherlock Holmes?" He had asked yesterday at lunch.

"Well...yeah." I replied. I hadn't known Jim was such a big fan.

"Can I, um....meet him?" His puppy dog eyes pleaded. How was I supposed to say no to him?

"I think I can arrange that..." I didn't know how Sherlock would feel about having some grown man fangirl about him while he tried to work. Jim smiled at me, continuing to ask me question after question about Sherlock and his work. It seemed Jim was more interested in Sherlock than he was in me. John had told me that Sherlock had a tendency to end relationships, but we weren't even near him and we was homewrecking.

You can imagine Jim's jubilation when I told him about Sherlock being here, in the morgue, right now. I invited him to come down and meet him. Within 5 minutes, Jim was there. His slicked back hair and grey deep-v shirt told me he had just fixed himself up a bit. Like Sherlock would care. Tentatively, we crept in the room, Immediately, Sherlock looked up.

"Oh, um, so you're Sherlock Holmes.." Jim stated, fiddling with his hands. Sherlock didn't even acknowledge that anyone was there, he just kept looking at his microscope.

"...Molly's told me all about you...are you on one of your cases?" He asked, moving around Sherlock to get a better look at what he was doing. John gave me a sympathetic smile.

"J-Jim works in I.T. upstairs... that's how we met...office romance.." I quickly explained. I searched Sherlock's face, that was still buried in his microscope, for any hint of jealousy. Me and John let out a few awkward laughed. Sherlock's face quickly glanced at Jim.

"Gay." He simply stated, putting his face back to the microscope. Jim's face fell as he looked at me, saddened by what he had just been told. I don't care HOW much I like Sherlock, nobody talks to my boyfriends like that!

"Sorry, what?" I asked, threatening him to make a deduction.

"Nothing, um" He pulled his face away from the microscope to look at Jim."Um, hey." He quickly let out, flashing a quick smile. Jim nodded his head, while a few disbelieving sounds escaped his throat.

"Hey.." he almost whispered. His hand lowered and knocked down a slide for the microscope. He quickly apologized, rushing to pick it up, before everyone was looking at him. Sherlock let out an annoyed sigh.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He laughed, trying to ease the tension. John looked away, and put a hand on his forehead. We were both praying that Sherlock wouldn't further embarrass him by spitting some harsh words his way. Sherlock's eyes met mine and looked at me as if to say really?

"Well i'd better be off..." Jim hurried, obviously knowing he blew it and wanted to escape as quick as possible. He walked towards me, quickly resting his hand on my shoulder.

"So, i'll meet you at The Fox...around 6-ish?" He asked

"Yeah, yeah sounds good." I rushed.

"Bye...it was nice to meet you.." Jim lingered. Oh, why couldn't he take a hint and just leave? Sherlock continued to ignore him and got back to his work. Once he had left the room Sherlock looked to me.

"He's gay, you ?know." He almost smirked. Obviously, Jim wasn't gay, or why would he be with me? Surely I would know...

"He is not!" I fought back.

"Pshh.. with that level of personal grooming?" He scoffed.

"Because he puts product in his hair?" John cut in.

"I put product in my hair!" He said doubtful that Sherlock's deductions were correct.

"You wash your hair, there' a difference." He said, I braced myself for the deduction

"No, no: tinted eyelashes, clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired, clubber's eyes, then there's his underwear"

"His underwear...?" I interrupted.

"Visible above the waistline," he continued, answering my question. "Very visible, very particular brand. That, plus," He lifted up the slide Jim had knocked over,"the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here, and I'd say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain." He held up a piece of paper with numbers scrawled on them. I looked at John, who shrugged at me, and then back at Sherlock, who smirked at me. Quickly, I turned and ran out of the room, hot tears threatening to spill. If I had turned around, I would've seen his face soften.

"I don't get it, what did I do wrong?" He asked John.

"You just told her that her boyfriend was gay in the most insensitive way possible!" John hissed. Sherlock Guiltily turned to him.

"I was just trying to hel-"

"Yeah, well, you didn't." John said, angrily striding out of the room.

Johns hand stroked my back, hushing me while I cried into my arm. When the tears finally stopped, John walked me home. Now I had a real problem: I had to break up with Jim. How was I going to explain myself?

At 5:27 he called me.

"Jim," I said as soon as I picked up, not even letting him talk. "Jim, we need to..break up.." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "It's..it's just not working." I paused, letting him digest the news. A small sound rang in my ear, slowly growing louder and louder. It was a laugh, not a happy one, but more of a disbelieving one. Suddenly the laughing stopped, and was replaced with words.

"Do you thing he'll call me?" He mocked innocence. I stuttered on the other line.

"Just STOP talking." He yelled.

"Just know that I was never interested in a rat-faced worthless piece of trash like you" He spit out at me. How could he say something like that? I felt terror rise in my throat.

"Molly Hooper, you have made a grave mistake" He laughed.

"You think you're special?" He asked.

"Do you think you're needed? Neewwssflaaash" he sang

"No one needs you. Not me, or Sherlock, or John. Even your dad couldn't stand you!" His cruel words stung, and made my eyes water.

"W-why would you say those things?" I whispered. I've seen shows like this. The girl breaks up with the boy, and he stalks her, making her life a living hell.

His laugh rang on the other line. His voice came to an abrupt stop.

"Watch your back, Molly Hooper."