Who: Sherlock and Molly What: He needs to borrow a riding crop. Also there's a new machine. Where: The morgue. When: Her very last night working the late shift Warnings: Well.. Sherlock is a meanieface. Status: Incomplete
Her very last overnight shift at the morgue was turning out to be a decent one. She'd had dinner with Martha and Nina and now she was getting to see Sherlock. Not that she looked forward to seeing him. Definitely not. She just had things for him, and he had things he needed from her. She tried to tell herself that the guy from her dreams wasn't this Sherlock but it was hard not to when they looked alike.
Still despite her dreams, she was glad to see him. If only so that she wasn't so lonely and bored for a couple of hours. Hearing the familiar door opening and assuming that it must be him, she put her scalpel down and gave a wave as she tossed her gloves in the trash. She could finish up later.