A New Life

Chapter Thirteen

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I pushed open the doors of the morgue and headed inside sitting my now empty cup on my new desk. I laid my coat and bag on my chair and looked through my paperwork. I had five bodies to get through today and I could already feel exhaustion seeping in. My punishment for staying up with Sherlock all night. I really needed to get my priorities straight. I filled my cup with scalding hot coffee from the machine on my desk (Molly's welcome gift to me). I made a mental note to thank Molly for having a pot ready. Heading out of the office I slipped on my white lab coat. After finishing my coffee, I got started.

I pushed my second body of the day into the drawer, as Molly came inside with a coy smile on her face. I raised my brow in question, but before she could explain, the answer walked inside in a rush of wintergreen. I closed the drawer and filled my cup with coffee.

"Hello Holmes, can we help you?" I asked.

I had only been at work for four hours. What could he possibly need? He eyed Molly, who was looking through my completed paperwork, before answering me.

"I came to ask you to accompany me to the circus tonight," he slyly said, handing me a flyer for the Yellow Dragon circus.

I looked it over, knowing immediately what his interest in the circus was. Molly however misunderstood. She slammed the files she held onto my desk and quickly excused herself.

"Well done Sherlock," I said, completely unamused by his antics.

His confused face almost broke through my resolve, but I reminded myself that he had to be able to see what he had done wrong. He was Sherlock bloody Holmes after all.

"Can you really not see it? Or are you just too much of an arse to care?" I asked him, stepping closer so that I could see every emotion hidden in his eyes.

I wanted to know if he was lying.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, playing dumb.

"You know Sherlock, ignorance doesn't look good on you. Im talking about Molly," I said throwing my hands in the air. "You cannot just play with her emotions, just because you have better control of yours doesn't mean everyone does. That poor woman is in love with you Sherlock, and let me tell you something your not an easy person to love," I said, not realizing my mistake until it was too late.

His face brightened in an instant. I clamped my mouth shut, my jaw tightening at his reaction. He was stunned speechless, which must be a very new experience for him.

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I meant, that your very hard to deal with," I said trying to cover my mistake.

I didn't even know if I meant it the way it sounded, but I knew now was not the time to find out. He turned his head staring at something to my left.

"I'm sorry if I made you angry. That was not my intention," he plainly said, completely missing my point.

"Oh, Sherlock. I'm not angry at you. I'm just disappointed. You are a brilliant man, but the way you handle certain things baffles me. You need to stop playing with Molly. If you need something call me, and I'll handle Molly," I huffed.