Perjury (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

The next morning, Brayleigh got up and made herself a cup of tea before going off to work.  She thought about stopping in and seeing Sherlock and John before she left, but thought better of it remembering what Sherlock had said the night before.

"I wonder how big  of a case this is, " Brayleigh said to herself as she put on her coat.  "Computer hackings and faked deaths aren't exactly my area of expertise, but it seems like someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure that their identities were protected."

Brayleigh closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs.  She could faintly hear the sounds of Sherlock playing his violin as she passed 221B.  I wish he would play for me sometime, she thought to herself as she stopped on the first stair to listen.  He's very talented.

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Brayleigh stood outside as she called for a taxi to pick her up for work.  The street was wet from the rain the night before, and the air smelled of petrichor.

Not five minutes later, a taxi pulled up alongside the sidewalk in front of Brayleigh.  "Where to?" the driver asked Brayleigh as she climbed into the backseat.  "St. Bart's Hospital, please."  she responded.

The usually sixteen-minute drive was made longer by the heavy traffic.  I hope I have enough to cover the extra cost, Brayleigh thought as she filed through her wallet.  Deciding that she did, she put her wallet back in her purse.  Just then, a small ding went off.  Brayleigh immediately recognised this as her phone and pulled it out of her pocket.  "Battery is almost dead," Brayleigh said with a sigh as she powered down her mobile.  "I sure hope no one will try to get in touch with me."

Twenty minutes passed before the taxi pulled in front of St. Bart's.  "How much do I owe you?" Brayleigh asked the cabbie.  "£ 10.40, please." he responded.  Brayleigh paid the fare, stepped out of the taxi, and entered the hospital.

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As soon as she put on her lab coat, Brayleigh made her way down to the morgue where she worked and began to run tests on a culture of bacteria.  Grabbing a pipet, she suctioned up a selection of chemicals and dropped them into the petri dish.  Just then, Molly opened the door.  Brayleigh was so focused on her work that she jumped when Molly came over to her.

"Hi Brayleigh," Molly said quietly.   "How are you?"

"Hi, Molly!" Brayleigh said.  "I'm good.  Who's your friend over there?"  She gestured toward the corpse on the table.

"Oh, that's Alan.  He was nice.  Went out with my cousin a few times," Molly answered.

"How did he die?"

"Accidental overdose on cyanide."

"That's a shame," Brayleigh said as she turned her head away for a second.

"It is.  Makes me worry about Sherlock sometimes,"  Molly admitted.

"Why?" Brayleigh asked.  "I just met him a couple of days ago and moved in next door.  He doesn't seem the type."

"Well, whenever he has a difficult time dealing with something, he does cocaine.  He's overdosed before, too.  I don't want anything to happen to him," Molly explained. 

"He didn't tell me about that."

"Yeah."

"So...do you like him?"  Brayleigh asked.