Sherlolly Oneshots

The Things I'll Do For You

The sky outside was dark, fallen to a deep black abyss freckles with stars. Most buildings had flickered off their lights. One building, however, was completely dark except for a light shining in one room. In that room sat a man in a long, dark, trench coat, hunched over a microscope. Goggles were propped on his head and there were blue gloves layered over his hand. The man, Sherlock Holmes, carefully twisted knobs, muttering to himself under his breath. He hardly even noticed when the door to the lab he was in flew open.

"Sherlock?! What in the world are you doing here?" A woman, Molly Hooper, stood in the doorway, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. Sherlock didn't respond, keeping his eyes fixated on the microscope in front of him.

Molly, rage alight in her eyes, huffed and stomped up to Sherlock, tapping him on the shoulder. Sherlock shrugged her hand off though made no indication that he was aware of her presence.

"Sherlock!" Molly groaned, running her temples tiredly. Sherlock whipped around, staring at Molly through eyes narrowed down to slits. She blinked at his appearance.

There were dark bags under his eyes and Sherlock looked like he hadn't slept in days. Which would make sense considering she was pretty sure he hadn't.

"It doesn't make sense... there was no way..." Sherlock mumbled under his breath, his eyes flitting around wildly.

"Sherlock please what's going on it's been three days with not a single word and you just show up at Bart's at 1:00 AM where have you been-" Molly stopped short. Her heart skipped a beat and Molly let out a shaky breath.

"Sherlock please don't tell me..." Molly's voice quivered. Sherlock watched her as she slowly moved along the table, her eyes scanning the room intensely.

"I'm not high if that's what you think," Sherlock said with a sniff, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

She eyed him warily, "yeah the state of you begs differ. Sherlock be honest, you seem high as a kite."

"I'm not," Sherlock mumbled under his breath, running hand over his raggedy face. "It's this damned case."

Molly shook her head slowly. She cautiously made her way to the trash can and peered inside. She let out a small gasp, "bloody hell Sherlock. How many coffees have you had?!"

Sherlock let out a shaky sigh, furrowing his brows, "I lost count after seven."

Molly sighed and made her way over to Sherlock, wrapping her arms around him from behind and burying her face into his neck.

"Sherlock let's go home please," she whispered, "you need sleep."

Sherlock shrugged her off, leaning back down into his microscope, "I have to figure this out."

"Well tell me what it is," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and stifling a yawn.

Sherlock groaned, "there was this guy found dead here. In London. His body was floating around in a sewer. But the thing is he was poisoned by rosary pea, which is only native to Belize, Caribbean Islands, Hawaii, Polynesia and parts of the mainland United States. Florida in particular. It doesn't make any sense."

Molly blinked, "well couldn't he have been poisoned here?"

Sherlock shook his head, "not unless somebody wanted to cause the next inner country war. Rosary pea is extremely invasive. Bringing it over here would be a crucial mistake."

Molly furrowed her eyebrows, "well what if that's what they are trying to do."

Sherlock concentrated on a spot on the floor, the gears in his mind spinning, "I don't think so. Our victim was high up on the business food chain, there were a lot of people who'd want him dead."

"Well rosary pea is only invasive in decently tropical areas," Molly crossed her arms over her chest, tapping at her phone.

Sherlock looked taken aback, "how'd you know?"

Molly held her phone in front of his face, "Wikipedia told me so." Sherlock blinked and squinted.

"I'm sorry the words are all swirling around but seriously? Wikipedia?" Sherlock groaned.

Molly shrugged, "well it makes sense. Belize, Caribbean Islands, Hawaii, Polynesia, Florida. It couldn't grow in this weather."

Sherlock blinked, staring at Molly. She raised an eyebrow at him and he knotted his eyebrows together. "I've had too much coffee."

Molly let out a groan, "cmon Sherlock, let's get you home." He let out a yawn.

"No, I'm just..." he sat on the table, running his hand over its smooth metallic surface and blinking lazily, "I think I'm just gonna... lie here... for a bit."

Molly watched with her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised as Sherlock let out another yawn and slowly lowered himself onto the table. She blinked when his eyes closed.

"Wait no Sherlock. Let's go you doofus," she tried to tug at his arm but Sherlock groaned in protest. Molly sighed, "Sherlock seriously you're not sleeping here." Sherlock mumbled a few inaudible words and let out a long sigh. He was actually falling asleep.

Molly groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm going to leave Sherlock." She put her hands on her hips. Sherlock didn't reply, "I'm walking to the door." She took a few steps towards the exit, eyeing Sherlock.

"I am about to exit. The hospital." She hesitantly opened the door and closed it behind her. Molly stood in the dark hallway for a few moments before letting out an exaggerated sigh and walking back into the lab.

"I'm going to regret this tomorrow," she muttered under her breath as she slowly got up onto the lab table. Sherlock, with his eyes still closed, scooted over and raised an arm. Molly rolled her eyes.

She couldn't help but release a stifled yawn as she later next to Sherlock on the lab table. Sherlock's arm draped over Molly and pulled her closer. Molly couldn't help but smile softly as he buried his face into the back of her neck.

"Goodnight Molly," he mumbled. Molly rolled her eyes but smiled.

"Goodnight Sherlock."