Lo Stesso Tempo (Sherlolly)

Chapter Two

Present

"Oh good, Molly. Do you have that stiff for me?"

Molly looked up as Lestrade walked in. She smiled a hello and started moving towards the slab in the morgue. She'd laid out Ferah George a little after Lestrade had called in. She turned to tell him what she'd found but choked on her words.

A familiar pair of eyes watched her impassively. They showed no recognition and her heart sank as she realized that the owner didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She put on a smile and held a hand out.

"Doctor Molly Hooper."

He shook her hand, his leather gloves cool to the touch. "Sherlock Holmes."

Lestrade looked up from his notepad. "Oh yeah, he's uh... A friend. Helping me figure this one out."

Molly nodded and pulled back the cover on Ferah. Sherlock stepped around the slab and studied the body. There was a long silence. Sherlock prodded at the body and pulled out a small magnifier. He snapped it away after a moment and lifted Ferah's eyelid.

"Asphyxiation."

"And overdose. Pain medication. She'd been in surgery a week ago. She lost her baby in an accident. If it was suicide, there's a good reason." Molly said.

"Why would anyone kill themselves because someone else is dead? That doesn't help anyone."

"Sentiment." Molly muttered.

He paused, recognizing the tone in her voice. She'd said that to him often in the years back. He nodded curtly and stood straight. "She killed herself. The accident though, wasn't an accident."

"How'd you get that?" Molly looked at Ferah.

"I saw the pictures of the scene and interrogated the brother-in-law. Arrest her sister." He sighed and popped the collar of his coat up. Molly had to keep from smiling at the familiar action. "Try to find something a little more interesting next time, Lestrade."

Greg rolled his eyes and thanked him. Sherlock left without anther word and Molly turned to Greg. "What's he do then?"

"Calls himself a consulting detective. The only one in the world. He's a bit off but you get used to him. He's a genius, and God help me I need him. I just got him out of rehab, he finally cleaned himself up."

Molly didn't say anything, remembering when she'd last seen him. He'd looked at her sadly, knowing that it was probably the last time he'd see her. For years she had been there to help him. But she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't watch the man she loved die. Not again. So she left him and forced herself to move on.

Except she hadn't, not really. She'd tamped her feelings down and almost forgotten him but she'd never stopped loving him. Now he was back and clean, finally. She'd never seen him look so good. But apparently he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. Did he resent her for leaving? Or was he too ashamed to acknowledge their past? No, it wasn't like Sherlock to be ashamed. He resented her. Of course.

He had long resented Mycroft for abandoning him and they had never been close. So he must hate her now. Molly sighed and put Ferah away.

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Sorry, these are going to be really short for a bit.