Molly and I were talking in the lab. Not about much. Just about anything that popped into our heads really. "So Clover, I take it you haven't met Sherlock yet?"

    "No Molly. I can't say that I have." I lied while adjusting a strand of reddish brown hair that fell from my messy bun. "But with a name like that he must be charming."

    Then as if he'd been sitting at the door listening in, he waltzed right through the door. "Molly I'm going to nee- oh god it's you." She and I had confusion written all over our faces. Molly had because I was Clover Scott, a new girl who just so happened to have a Doctorates. I had it because if I showed that I knew him my plan wouldn't work. Sherlock straightened his posture. "(Y/N) what are you doing?"

    "Sherlock, there isn't an (Y/N) here. This is Clover. Clover Scott. She's going to be my new assistant. She, um, she said she's never met you either." Molly said looking at me for proof. So I looked to Sherlock and shook my head.

    "I'm afraid not. But I must admit. He is handsome." That last bit was directed to Molly. He huffed and got into his 'deducing stance' as I liked to call it. "Molly. Can you excuse us?" She nodded accepting my request.

    "Let's start off with the obvious shall we? Your shoes, now I know 'Anyone could have those shoes. You're not proving a point.' But I am. They were the ones you wore at the building where we met first. Where you were supposed to kill me. And your earrings. Those seem like something particularly hard to come by. Especially when you don't have a high paying job. So that leads me to believe you do and this is a cover up of sorts. Now I'll go into the smaller details. You have a scar on your left thumb. Hard to notice but there none the less. And one on your right wrist. Not horizontal more vertical than anything. So you didn't cut yourself unless I'm missing something. And a birthmark in-between your ring finger and middle finger on your right hand. People with birthmarks in the same exact places are incredibly hard to come by. And your hair was dyed. The roots are showing and the purple, pink, and blue are dead giveaways." He finished. I wasn't too impressed.

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell it's me. That was the plan. But no one will believe you. To them I'm an innocent little clover. Couldn't hurt a fly. And you'll be the insane drug addict. Think of it this way, I'm Alice. You're the Mad Hatter. And you even have a silly little hat." Sherlock hated being toyed with that much I could tell. He wanted to expose me. Expose that I wasn't as innocent as I looked. Before he had the chance to say anything Molly came back in to notify me that our shift was over. "See ya later puddin'."

    With that and a quick peck on his cheek I left. This was going to be easier than I thought.