Hi! I'm Molly. I like cats, and bodies. I mean.. It's my job. I don't like dead pe- Oh God. How can I start this again?Please, talk to me? I don't bite!
Molls xox
Miss Molly Hooper
”Wow, you take good care of her,” Molly smiled, ”I had one, back home nearly identical, but..I had to sell it. I didn’t even think there were any still running.” She tilted her head and smiled as he did, ”Molly. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“That’s the idea.” Dean smiled as his eyes flickered down to the car then to the woman. “Pleasure’s all mine.” He assured her and grinned again. “You had a car like this at home? I didn’t know that, y’all had these in Britain. Seems rather odd to me. But it’s a pity either way.”
”My dad actually brought it from here, he worked abroad a lot and after he di- sorry, you don’t want to be stood here listening to me,” Molly sighed and looked down, ”I’ve just not had company for a while…”
He raised an eyebrow at her assessment of his pride in comparison to others she had met. “‘Others you’ve worked with’,” He parroted, observing her smile. “A romantic attachment, though… unrequited,” He appraised, frowning slightly. “Shame. I find you quite engaging,” He complimented, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a curious mix of intelligence and staggering insecurity, and beauty. A regular receptor of abuse, then, though not physical.
“Yes, I expect that working with you will be quite enjoyable.” Sherlock agreed, smiling. “You seem to be keen, as I am, and curious, which is a great benefit to me. Your predecessor allowed me to work but was not interested in the progression of forensic science; I believe your participation may speed along the process,” He said sincerely, relishing the thought of someone who would aide him in his experiments - Watson provided him with company, but made her distaste for his experiments quite clear. “The property belongs to my father, and likely would have been leveled if I hadn’t chosen to reside here. The case is coming along, slowly but surely; I believe it will be solved by this evening, as soon as Watson is available to proceed in our field work,”
She took his deduction in stride, as though she was used to being seen through; it was curious, seeing someone who believed themselves to be transparent. And shameful. Whoever had inflicted this upon her was… clearly unconcerned with her well-being. He stiffened slightly at her question; he considered brushing it off, giving her the same answer he gave everyone who asked. But he felt… sympathetic, and simply settled for saying “I lost someone very dear to me,”
”Oh, you know me far too well,” Molly chuckled as he mentioned unrequited love. ”Engaging isn’t a compliment I get….I tend to keep my head down and stay out of trouble, though it never seems to work…” He was right on all accounts most so the insecurity, not helped by the people in her life and her extremely unsuccessful love life.
”I think so too, you seem perfectly lovely, and you enjoy what you do, so I don’t think we’ll have any problems,” she smiled sweetly. ”And anything I can do to help, usually I’m just used to go and fetch coffees…rather a waste of a Doctorate, I always thought.” She nodded as she listened and looked around, it was certainly nicer than where she was staying, though she could hardly complain, Mycroft had found her a place as soon as he could, and she as hardly expecting much. It had heat and running water, so that was quite enough for her. After Moriarty had been found alive, he was attempting to ‘get rid of’ those who knew his true identity, one of those people being Molly, so until it was safe for her to return, here she was.
”She helps you a lot, Dr. Watson?”
A slight slip up. She had guessed that Joan was a Doctor, after the similarities from back home, however Sherlock hadn’t said anything of the sort, and he would be able to tell, perhaps it would go unnoticed. That might be tricky to explain. She was used to deductions, of course, though she must say, his were much kinder than she was used to. Less insulting, at least. She frowned a little at his answer, instantly feeling bad for him, but nodding, ”As did I. Though, that’s not the entire reason…I’m curious to see if you could figure it out though.”
It’s the same sort of feeling I get before doing a gig. And a similar scenario. I’ve packed up my uke, my costume, pretty much my life in a bag, ready to catch a train. Except, I’m not gigging. I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m going to be met by someone, walked to a creative studio and be met by 20 or so creative strangers to make a thing. So 10 o clock Saturday morning to 5 on Sunday evening I will be making a thing. It’s a surprise to everyone, but I can’t wait.
Back Sunday night! No replies til then.
Lots of love
Molly Mun
”Oh,” Molly said as she walked to stand beside him, ”Well, I’m sorry, though, well if you’re not in the mood for this to be a waste of time,” she paused, it had been a while since she’d done this, ”I’d love to get a coffee with you..sometime.” She looked nervous and blushed, smiling at the floor.
Seb looks at her, surprised by how forward she was, but impressed. He looks at his watch, thinking. He did have to find that doctor, and Jim was probably expecting him home, but it would be worth having an ally at the hospital. “We could go now if you’re free,” Seb says, smiling slightly. “But just to be clear, I am married.”
Molly nodded, ”That’d be lovely, and that’s fine, thanks for letting me know. One of my ex’s didn’t have that courtesy,” she laughed and rolled her eyes at her rather horrible history in boyfriends.
”Good,” Molly smiled and nodded as she opened the door to the cafeteria, seeing it was quite empty, ”Here we are.”
“Thanks, love,” Seb says. He walks into the cafeteria, frowning when he realizes that the doctor he was supposed to be meeting hadn’t shown. Great. He was definitely not in the mood for a chase. “Looks like I’ve been stood up.”
”Oh,” Molly said as she walked to stand beside him, ”Well, I’m sorry, though, well if you’re not in the mood for this to be a waste of time,” she paused, it had been a while since she’d done this, ”I’d love to get a coffee with you..sometime.” She looked nervous and blushed, smiling at the floor.
”Well you’ve done nothing to prove otherwise, so why wouldn’t I think that?” Molly smiled. ”Anyway, I know when I like someone.”
“I trust that you’re a good judge of character then,” Seb says, smiling back at her.
”Good,” Molly smiled and nodded as she opened the door to the cafeteria, seeing it was quite empty, ”Here we are.”
”I do think that, yes,” Molly smiled sweetly, ”Well, I don’t know, you just…do.” She laughed quietly and looked up at him.
Seb can’t help but laugh, wishing she only knew. “Well thank you. I’m glad I give off that vibe.”
”Well you’ve done nothing to prove otherwise, so why wouldn’t I think that?” Molly smiled. ”Anyway, I know when I like someone.”
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
Guys I have a story about this
(Source: aru)
”Ahh, well, of course. Anything I can do to help.” Molly nodded, bringing back the coffee and handing him one cup, ”Please, take a seat.”
“Thank you.” Sam smiled, taking the cup and sitting down. “So- My case. Male, thirty-four.” He started, pulling a couple of pictures from his pocket to show her. “Multiple contusions to the chest. We’re not entirely sure what could have done that- I was wondering if you’ve seen anything like it before-?”
Molly took the pictures, studying them carefully, ”Why actually, I was just put on this case, I’m going to be examining the body…” she nodded. ”Well, the placement suggests it’s not broken ribs, though definitely harm was done to the lungs, it’s possible for those to have been bruised too, I’d have to cut him open. Whoever gave him those bruises was right-handed…obviously. But that isn’t what killed him.”
