Molly?
It was a quiet day at the morgue. Well, except the sound of Sherlock's latest experiment which involved not one but two dead bodies. I was sitting on a counter just outside the room where he was. Molly approached me.
"Is he experimenting again?" She asked trying to make small talk. I looked up at her.
"No. He's not. He's making a birthday cake for Donald Trump's coronation to become the Duchess of North Korea." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She laughed and shook her head. Yes, she is an incredibly intelligent woman but her small talk needed work. Especially around me.
"So, is he..." Molly trailed off. I raised my eyebrow as a sign for her to continue. "Is he, ahem, busy this weekend?" I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"God only knows. And as far as Sherlock's concerned, he is God." She giggled and blushed. I knew what she was thinking. I thought the same thing on a daily basis. "And he damn well looks like one."
Then Sherlock came out of the room and looked at Molly. "Molly?"
"Hello Sherlock, I, uh. I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date. Saturday maybe?" Sherlock looked confused. Usually she was never able to finish a sentence like that. Definitely not when I was around for that matter.
"Sorry. Can't John has some thing he needs to attend and for various reasons that are unbeknownst to (Y/N) or myself. He insisted that I go." He was being extremely polite. My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. Molly looked down sadly and nodded.
That seemed to be where the politeness ended because he up and left. "Hey, Molls." She looked up. "If you want, and I'll only do this for you, I could steal some of Sherlock's clothes. Buy a wig. Do my make-up to look like him and go on that date with you."
She giggled and nodded once more. "Sure. And hey, it'll be fun to mess with him."
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