The next morning I get a call saying I could meet them. I get dressed casual enough.
I was still on the call, and I continued talking to Davidson.
"You wanna meet up where?"
"St. Bartholomew's hospital." I tell the cabbie my destination as I continue talking to Davidson.
"So how's your day been?"
"Good, I'm with Molly talking about her work."
"Oh? What does she work as?"
"Pathologist. But works in the morgue at St. Bartholomew's." He says.
"That's nice." I arrive , pay the cabbie and leave. I walk in, and speak to the receptionist.
"Excuse me?" The woman looks up at me and smiles warmly. I smile back.
"I am here for Molly Hooper?" She nods and tells me where to go.
"So from this corridor, you turn left, right, then take the elevator up to floor 5." I thank her and took her directions. Left, right, floor 5. I took the stairs instead. I get on the floor, and there is one worker.
"Excuse me, is there a molly hooper?" He nods and points to a door. I open it to see Davidson, a woman and a man with curly hair. I hug Davidson, then ruffle his hair.
"Took you long enough." He mutters. I scoff.
"Oh, you think I know where to go? I just moved." I stick my tongue out. I turn to the woman.
"Your Molly Hooper?" She nods. I smile.
"I'm the boss. Pleasure to meet you."
"You shouldn't date him Molly. It's obvious they are dating behind your back." The guy says. I turn to him.
"Your wrong." He looks up from his microscope and scoffs at me.
"I was his friend before his boss.I care for him as if he's my brother." He looks me up and down , trying to analyze me.
"You shouldn't analyze a woman like that mr. Holmes. You look like a predator." Molly snorts behind me and I giggle. He cocks his head.
"How do you know my name?"
"It's not like your hush hush anymore. Plus Erik told me." I take out my hand to shake his but he turns away. I shrug.
"He's antisocial I suppose." I say turning to Molly.
"Now, we could go shopping, or we could look at dead bodies." Her eyes widen.Davidson chuckles at me.
"You see, Iris loves human anatomy, and chemistry. She-"
"I love science. I'm very good at it aswell." I say smiling.
"That's not very incredible. That's boring." Sherlock says to me. I turn around to see he is still analyzing me.
"Yes, well while I was in seventh grade I already had college courses for science and chemistry." I say to him.
He cracks a smile. I start analyzing him.
"Your different..." He cocks his head again.
"Well c'mon. I wanna do some science stuff. It's been way too long since I've touched a microscope! God I miss this." I say walking with Molly. She shows me around.
"This is the morgue where I work." I see some bodies, and they were all normal except one.
"This one is strange Molly. Look." She comes next to me. We are looking at a body that has punctures in the skin of their back.
"I thought that would be drug addiction, considering they had it on their arms as well."
"Yes Molly, but look... slight shine on their body, all over their back, and some scaring on the back." She looks closer and looks up at me.
"How can you see that from there?"
"I pay attention. It's always important in science to pay attention cause one wrong calculation could ruin your whole answer. Anyways, we need a UV light." she nods at me. She walks out, but Sherlock walks in.
"Davidson?" I turn around and Sherlock is infront of me. I inhale sharply at the sudden contiguity.
"Why can't I deduct anything about you?" He holds my wrists.
"No scars. No jewlery. Nothing."
"Some scars are mental Sherlock. Those are the ones that can never be deducted." I look at him. He lets go and steps away from me. He then speaks to me.
"How did you know about using the UV light? Even I couldn't decipher that..."
"Well, there was very little scarring from the tattoos."
"Tattoos?"
"I was thinking of getting one, a UV light tattoo, where you have an invisible tattoo until you shine a black light over it."
"Ah." He says nodding to me.
"Invisible, unless you get scarring from the actual tattoo machine, which happened right here." I point to a small area on the back.
Molly walks in and smiles at us. I thank her for the light.
"Turn off the lights." We close them, then I turn on the black light.
I see all sorts of designs. Mostly numbers. I cock my head.
"Thats strange." I mutter.
"Must be a sort of birth year, code.." Sherlock mutters.
"No no, i have my birthyear tattoo. You keep them together. And if it is a code, why put it on your back where you won't see it? The numbers are written normally, meaning he can't read it through a mirror. Plus why would you hide your birthyear? This is something he wanted hidden." I state.
"Molly turn on the lights." She turns them on, and I see davidson walk in.
"Where the hell where you?" I ask, hitting him upside the head. He sticks his tongue out at me.
"Now, we need to check his files." Sherlock says, running out. Molly looks at us apologetically, then runs after him. I look at the body.
"Turn him over Davidson." He does, and I see with a bullet wound on the neck. I look at Davidson in slight worry.
"Let's go." We walk out and grab a taxi home.
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
أدب الهواة"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
