Why Fireflies Flash

American Psycho

St. Bart's

"What are you thinking pork or the pasta?"

Molly jumped at the all too familiar voice. "Oh, it's you," she says with a too bright smile.

"I'd stick with the pasta. Wouldn't be doing roast pork. Not if you're slicing up cadavers." Sherlock gives her a small smile, while Molly's falters.

"What are you having?" she asks.

"Don't eat when I'm working. Digesting slows me down," he responds as he spies the less than appealing food.

"So you're working here tonight?" Molly wonders.

"Need to examine some bodies."

"Some?"

"Eddie Van Coon and Brian Lukis."

She glanced down at her clipboard. "They're on my list."

Sherlock gives faux gasp of shock as his eyes light up.

Oh, I know that look. And whatever you're about to ask the answer is no, Molly thinks to herself.

"Could you roll them out again for me?" he asks with a fake look of... whatever, Molly decided she didn't want to know as she glances down.

"W-well, their paperwork's already gone through." That means no.

He starts to frown before he's sidetracked by something.

Probably going to compliment me somehow, just like always. But this time I won't give in.

"Oh, you changed your hair," he says pointing it out.

"What?" My hair looks horrible. I just pulled it up to keep out of my way.

"The style. It's normally parted down the middle."

"Yes, well-" Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't give in.

"No, it's good. It, um, it suits you better this way."

Molly smiles and blushes. Damn you, Sherlock, damn you and your perfect cheekbones and your coat and you. Damn you, she thinks as she leads him down to the mortuary.

...

Molly unzips the bag containing Brian Lukis, giving the lifeless man a solemn smile.

"We're just interested in the feet," Sherlock says as he strides into the sterile room with two people she'd never met at his heels, a man and skimpily dressed woman.

"The feet?" Molly asks confused.

Sherlock shoots her a demeaning look changing it into something softer before she turned. "Yes. Would you mind if we had a look at them?"

With a huff she unzips the bottom of the bag and moves the plastic so they could see all of them. On the heel of his right foot was a tattoo of a black lotus. With a disdainful smirk, Sherlock asks for Van Coon's feet to be revealed. When the new man saw the feet, his brow raised.

"Oh, so-"

"So, either they decided to visit the same Chinese tattoo parlor, or I'm right." Molly was taken aback but the condescending and entirely pissed off tone in the American woman's voice. So she was working with Sherlock.

"What do you want?" the man asks.

The woman goes to open her mouth but Sherlock beats her asking for every book in both men's apartment.

...

221B Baker Street

"It's not just a criminal organization, it's a cult," Sherlock says hanging up his coat on the door. "Her brother was corrupted by one of the leaders."