Give me a reason (a sherlock fanfiction)

My sherlock

Chapter 2

John

Being a consulting detectives partner tends to have its advantages. I've become so quiet Molly didn't even hear me come into the morgue, then again, she was on the phone...

"No I can't bring you that! Only the necessities. And any ways, don't you think he'll know something's going on if I just waltz in and take some eyeballs and his microwave!?

Who was she talking to?

"I said no sherlock!"

I swear my jaw just dropped about 50 feet. Maybe she wasn't okay, maybe she was crazier then the rest of us.

"Yes, yes. I'll be there with your food later. Where? Ugh that's half way across town! Fine. I'll be there. Angelo's 4 o'clock. Bye"

Well I know what I'm doing today. I hid in the hallway while Molly collected her things and left the morgue. Well it's 3:25. I guess I have some time to kill. I wandered around st. Bart's for about half an hour before I went to hail a cab.

I knew that cabby recognized me by the sad look in his eyes when he saw me. I wish people would stop doing that! I don't want their sympathy, I want my sherlock.

When I got to Angelo's is was 5 past 4 and I was praying I didn't miss them. I stormed into Angelo's and asked for Molly. The waiter pointed to the table at the back. With her, was a tall and lanky man with crazy dark curls. Sherlocks curls. I couldn't believe it. My sherlock was alive.