#thesciencetodeduction

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"Can I borrow your students?"

"No way."

"...What do you even want them for?"

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[SMS: Sunday, March 2, 2014 at 1:55:51 PM GMT]: Molly. I'm outside. I brought cake. Mind letting me? I need somewhere to stay. SH

NEW COMPOSE: (Sherlock Holmes)

[msg sent:1400] Did you lock yourself out of the flat?

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"Hello Molly. Sorry about this but, may I borrow your lips? Thank you." *kisses* You've caught the kissing disease. Now you've gotta pass it on to the next ten people on your dash! ((It made me do it. *flails*))

"Oh…oh Christ, Sherlock, oh, oh…..I’m a bit speechless. Yes, I’m going to just…I’m going to go"

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Familiar { the sciencetodeduction }

There weren’t a lot of things that phased Molly Hooper. Hardly surprising, given that her job required her to dig around corpses on a daily basis, and examine them. Where other women would shriek and faint at the sight of a mangled hand or a decapitated corpse, Molly merely sighed, nodded slightly and continued with her careful examination. Occasionally, in very extreme cases, the cup of tea she would usually have sipped her way through, would be left absent to grow cold, but even that was a rarity now.

In simple terms, Molly had just grown desensitized to blood and gore. She volunteered for the jobs no one wanted to do, the slicing of cadavers was her main job, but examining a previously functioning human brain? She volunteered almost instantly. It never really surprised Molly that she was a tad morbid, but it had surprised everyone around her. The sweet, innocent, sunny girl with the small smile and quiet voice, chopped up bodies for a living?

Most of the time they didn’t believe her, despite her insistent nods, and she’d grown used to people just laughing at her for her job. Sherlock never had. Although, to be fair, he had barely noticed her presence for the first few months after he stormed St Barts. Still, he had never judged her, at least not for her work. He’d judged every other aspect of her, but he’d also recognised her professional instincts, her innate kindness (naivety) and the fact that she didn’t blink once when he bludgeoned her colleague with a riding crop.

Actually, in a strange way, Molly thought Sherlock did actually respect her. He may not have voiced it, but he never straight up argued with her when it came to the examinations of bodies, merely pointed out that there were some issues. And actually, there weren’t all that many. Molly was diligent and careful – a fan of the triple check, before signing off on a body.

Well, if it was her body, she’d want it checked that many times.

Sometimes though, she hit a stumbling block. A point of confusion, where something didn’t make sense no matter how many times she tried to look at it. Or a connection to something from years past, a hint of a link, or maybe a signature. Anything that she needed a second opinion on, she went to Sherlock. Well, she waited till he wanted to look at a body, then she interjected her own findings. That was how it worked. Informal rules and the like.

That was why, after Sherlock had turned up to the lab, demanded coffee at the equipment, she’d slipped the case to the side, ready to catch him on it before he left in his typical quiet style (well, quiet for Sherlock Holmes). Leaning over his shoulder, she watched him work, alert eyes analyse the structure he’d set up in on the table. “Very nice” she commented, passing by him, her nose picking up the familiar scent. Molly was used to smokers.

Though she’d never tried any more than one cigarette, she’d dated four of them, and even Tom was a fan of ‘social smoking’. On Sherlock though, the scent was so strong that she should have picked it up the moment he’d walked into the lab, though it was mingled by mint. Covering it up, she guessed, shrugging slightly to herself as she sat down next to him, watching his work. “Does John know?” she asked lightly as she began to tidy up the supplies that she’d left lying down. “That you’re smoking again I mean”

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thesciencetodeduction ~ 'cos like I stalk your thread with them yah, a lot of stalkery. an' {please Sherly dont be jealous like} but I wanna make a Sherlock blog and RP with you like. mebbe? oh woowwww I sound a like douche. *runs away into the wilderness arms flailing*

Opinion on;

Character in general: Uhg I am in love with Sherlock, okay? He's just so clever. I love clever characters. But then, he's not just clever. His whole character is just so deep and with so many layers and I just-- Sorry. I have a lot of Sherlock feels.How they play them: Wow this is a really koala tea Sherlock. Seriously. I mean, I cannot get over how koala tea this Sherlock is. I mean, they got a gif and edited it to be a Sherlock scan. And then there's the content of the posts themselves! Just so in character and so koala tea!The Mun: Really kind mun who puts up with my mediocre replies and the time it takes me to reply. Seriously. Really, really, really kind mun.

Do I:

RP with them: Yes!Want to RP with them: Always.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I am in love with this Sherlock. Seriously. This is the one Sherlock who I love more than anything *hugs Sherly possessively*

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

Also, nonnie! You should totally come off anon and talk to me! I would be more than happy to do a thing with chu!

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{Hit on Meme} "Good Evening." Sherlock greets the man, stepping shoulder close with Molly, a sadistic grin on his features, collar upturned adding a dark quality to his already imposing height. "Awfully sorry to interrupt your evening Sir, but Miss Hooper is currently unavailable for further conversation." The man goes to argue, but Holmes cuts him off. "Now. Now. Miss Hooper is Specialist Registrar for a morgue, I'm an internationally renowned detective and as it happens murder is so easytofake

Molly truthfully wasn’t enjoying this, the man in front of her wasn’t getting the idea, but was instead getting increasingly lewd, and Molly didn’t exactly have anywhere to escape to. Instead she felt penned into a wall, and breathed an audible sigh of relief as Sherlock came to her rescue…well until he started threatening the man, and whilst Molly instinctively moved towards him, she placed a warning hand on his arm. “Sherlock….” she trails off, looking up at him, biting her lip slightly. She’s so thankful for him, but she hardly wants him to get in a fight. “It’s fine Sherlock, Nathan’s just leaving” she told him, turning her gaze to the man in front of her, who had backed off at the sight of the detective