Bottled up inside — Chapter 2: Just in time!

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

The first thing Sherlock noticed , walking towards Molly's office was the closed door. Weird. She always left the door open for him and John. So Molly wasn't in yet. Another weird thing. He would eat his violin if Molly had ever missed work before or had been late. He found her snoopy assistant Julia wandering around, looking very happy about something. Sometimes, it appalled him how open the woman was about the fact that she would sleep around with anyone to climb up the ladder. Dark red lipstick, a figure hugging pink shirt two sizes too small with the first two buttons undone and a tight black pencil skirt with a thigh high slit. He stormed out of the morgue in disgust, in no mood to waste time trying to pry out information about Molly from Julia. She hated her anyway. He stopped in his tracks. That is why Julia was looking so happy. Something had happened to Molly. What about his results? It would be a terrible inconvenience to have his researches interrupted. He had reached the main reception area of the huge hospital where the nurse promptly informed him that Molly had not yet come to work and she hadn't called in sick either. He frowned. Something was very odd. Well, there was only one way to find out. He walked out of the hospital, found a cab and gave her address to the cabbie. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Molly held the syringe in her hand, not trembling even a bit. Her troubles would soon be over. She smiled at the thought of finally going to sleep after what seemed like a long and tiring day. She wondered if anyone would even notice her absence. Unlikely. Then unwelcome thoughts of her funeral began to fill her mind. She wondered who all would come. Her family would be there and so would John. Perhaps Greg and Sally too. Sherlock...would he be bothered? She would like to think that he would be there, muttering a thousand things that he shouldn't have said to her and apologis\zing all the while... She was broken from her reviere by a loud ring of the doorbell. She panicked. She had to do it fast! before she started thinking twice about it. But the knocking and doorbell ringing wouldn't stop. She held the syringe, attached the needle and was about to plunge it into her arm when the door crashed open. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He stood in her doorway, finally having broken down the door when there was no answer. And the sight in front of him chilled him to the bone. She stood straight, with a needle in her pale hand which wasn't even trembling. She didn't even notice his presence when he walked towards her, breathless. What scared him the most though was the blank, mask-like look on her face. For once, he could deduce nothing from her expression. His eyes darted quickly over her attire and the small apartment. coat still on- she had intended to come to work receiver off the phone- bad news through a phone call mobile phone blinking, he caught the words 'not anymore' and the name Stuart - dumped by her boyfriend a new blouse- to make amends for yesterday make up light but not smudged- hadn't cried after the bad news Julia looking happy- bad news related to work. His eyes widened at the realization. She had been fired from Bart's. Her hand moved quickly but his moved faster and in an instant he tried to snatch the needle away form her. She struggled but her face was still blank. Her nimble fingers were wound around the tiny object in a vice like grip though and she refused to let go. So he did the only thing that would make her come out of her trance. His hands left the syringe and one hand collided with her face as he gave her a resounding slap.

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