The Dark Case of Jack

chapter Three

Here is chapter three. I assure you the pace may seem slow but it will pick up in either the next chapter or the one after.

I do not own BBC Sherlock (but a woman can dream)
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The morgue was as quiet as ever when Sherlock and John arrived.

Molly was standing over a dead body, seemingly unaware of the stench that seemed to overpower the usual smell of chemicals.

She glanced up and twitched, obviously affected by their presence. Or, more accurately, the presence of one of them.

"Oh Sherlock, I thought you would be coming." She glanced at John and flushed before adding. "And, of course, you too John."

It was obvious the poor woman had it bad for the tall detective. In a way John could understand her feelings. Sherlock was tall with blue eyes and black locks of hair. But he was also extremely skinny and lacked common sense, let alone sensitivity to others.

"Have you finished the autopsy?" John asked as Sherlock walked around the body without even acknowledging Molly.

Molly forced a cheerful smile before saying, "Already finished but I wanted to double check, you know how tricky these cases can be"

John nodded and flicked his eyes to Sherlock who had put on a pair of blue latex gloves and started messing with the body.

Molly, watched as well. Her eyes roamed over the detective's body and she slowly started jiggling her foot in indecision.

"If you have to use the restroom, by all means do so." Sherlock said as he flicked a glance at her foot.

Molly flushed before stammering, "I don't really have to..."

Sherlock waved a hand to stop her talking. "Why else would you be unable to hold still." He resumed poking at the corpse and paused at something on the victim's hand before making a mild comment. "Holding for too long results in UTI's. Have you been consuming enough antioxidants to prevent that?"

Molly flushed even brighter as she frantically backed away, muttering about being right back.

John watched her retreating form before glaring back at Sherlock.

The tall man looked back with bored confusion. "Not good?" he asked.

John scoffed and shook his head. "A bit not good Sherlock."

The room became silent and John slowly approached the table. They stayed that way for a few terse minutes before Sherlock broke the silence.

"It's for her own good," the detective said absently, not looking up from the body

John jerked before running his gaze over the taller man. "Explain."

Sherlock let out an exasperated sigh. "Molly is sensitive and if I acknowledged her feelings I would have to make a reply and she would be devastated when I turn her down and I won't be able to enter the morgue without her getting upset."

Sherlock returned to examining the body and calmly reached inside the empty cavity.

John swallowed convulsivly hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself.

"It was way simpler with you." Sherlock randomly stated as he seemed to map out the size of the hole.

John blinked in confusion. "What...what do you mean with me?"

"I deduced that you would be able to handle, and need, a plain refusal. Especially if we are to live with each other."

John shook his head in disbelief "Sherlock, you know I'm not gay."

Sherlock squinted before saying, "Yes you are."

"No, Sherlock." John looked around and licked his lips. "You forget I have a girlfriend. Have had many in fact."

Sherlock turned his full attention on the army doctor. "Then why are you here with me instead of with her?"

John threw his hands in the air. "Why do I put up with you?"

Sherlock had turned his full attention back on the body leaving John no answer. Not that he had expected one.

A few minutes later, Sherlock removed his gloves before leaving the morgue.

John shook his head and followed, not sure if he should be more annoyed with Sherlock.

On their way out, Molly passed by with a cranberry juice in her hand. Her cheeks were still rosy as she stammered a farewell to Sherlock's back.
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